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"The journey homewards. Coming home. That’s what it’s all about. The journey to the coming of the..."

Tue, 16 Apr 2013 13:30:11 -0400

““The journey homewards. Coming home. That’s what it’s all about. The journey to the coming of the Kingdom. That’s probably the chief difference between the Christian and the secular artist - the purpose of the work, be it story or music or painting, is to further the coming of the kingdom, to make us aware of our status as children of God, and to turn our feet toward home.””

- Madeleine L’Engle (via andiemiller)

Don’t underestimate the importance of chasing sunbeams.

Sat, 13 Apr 2013 21:48:20 -0400

Don’t underestimate the importance of chasing sunbeams.

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Sat, 13 Apr 2013 21:46:19 -0400

"Is the spring coming?” he said. “What is it like?”… “It is the sun shining on the rain and the rain..."

Wed, 10 Apr 2013 16:29:55 -0400

““Is the spring coming?” he said. “What is it like?”…
“It is the sun shining on the rain and the rain falling on the sunshine…””

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- Frances Hodgson Burnett, The Secret Garden (via blissfulbeardsdoitbest)

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Mon, 01 Apr 2013 04:18:34 -0400

notsolostwanderer: I love these bookends! They are...

Tue, 26 Mar 2013 08:17:47 -0400

notsolostwanderer:

I love these bookends! They are hilarious!

These bookends are brilliant!

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Mon, 25 Mar 2013 21:42:29 -0400

"Too many writers today are afraid to be still. […] I’m not talking about the kind of stillness..."

Sat, 02 Feb 2013 16:09:44 -0500

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Too many writers today are afraid to be still.

[…]

I’m not talking about the kind of stillness that involves locking yourself in a room with a laptop, while you wait for the words to come. We writers must learn how to become still in our heads, to achieve the sort of stillness that allows our senses to become heightened. The wonderful nonfiction writer Joyce Dyer refers to this as seeing like an animal.

[…]

We writers must become multitaskers who can be still in our heads while also driving safely to work, while waiting to be called “next” at the D.M.V., while riding the subway or doing the grocery shopping or walking the dogs or cooking supper or mowing our lawns.

[…]

There is no way to learn how to do this except by simply doing it.

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- The Art of Being Still (via alissawilkinson)

wordcandyme: Love Quotes. “It’s time to speak of roses and...

Sat, 02 Feb 2013 16:05:09 -0500

wordcandyme:

Love Quotes. “It’s time to speak of roses and pomegranates and of the ocean where pearls are made.” Photo Sarah Elwell. Visit WordCandy.me

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“Darkness cannot drive out darkness: only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate: only love...

Mon, 21 Jan 2013 09:11:09 -0500

“Darkness cannot drive out darkness: only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate: only love can do that.”
― Martin Luther King Jr.

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Fri, 28 Dec 2012 19:44:26 -0500

Mary Oliver's "The Return"

Mon, 03 Dec 2012 07:21:44 -0500

When I went back to the sea

it wasn’t waiting.

Neither had it gone away.

All its musics were safe and sound; the circling gulls

were still a commonplace, the fluted shells

rolled on the shore

more beautiful than money –

oh, yes, more beautiful than money!

The thick-necked seals

stood in the salted waves with their soft, untroubled faces

gazing shoreward –

oh bed of silk,

lie back now on your prairies of blackness your fields of sunlight

that I may look at you.

I am happy to be home.

I do not want to be frisky, and theatrical.

I do not want to go forward in the parade of names.

I do not want to be diligent or necessary or in any way

heavy.

From my mouth to God’s ear, I swear it; I want only

to be a song.

To wander around in the fields like a little reed bird.

To be a song.

Two eggs rolled from the goose nest

down to the water and halfway into the water.

What good is hoping?

I went there softly, and gathered them

and put them back into the nest

of the goose who bit me hard with her

lovely black beak with the pink

tongue-tip quivering,

and beat my arms with her

lovely long wings

and beat my face with her

lovely long wings,

what good is trying?

She hissed horribly, wanting me to be frightened.

I wasn’t frightened.

I just knew it was over,

those cold white eggs would never hatch,

the birds would forget, soon, and go back,

to the light-soaked pond,

what good is remembering?

But I wasn’t frightened.

Sometimes I really believe it, that I am going to

save my life

a little.

When I found the seal pup alone on the far beach,

not sleeping but looking all around, I didn’t

reason it out, for reason would have sent me away,

I just

went close but not too close, and lay down on the sand

with my back toward it, and

pretty soon it rolled over, and rolled over

until the length of its body lay along

the length of my body, and so we touched, and maybe

our breathing together was some kind of heavenly conversation

in God’s delicate and magnifying language, the one

we don’t dare speak out loud,

not yet.

Rumi the poet was a scholar also.

But Shams, his friend, was an angel.

By which I don’t mean anything patient and sweet,

When I read how he took Rumi’s books and threw them

into the duck pond,

I shouted for joy. Time to live now,

Shams meant.

I see him, turning away

casually toward the road, Rumi following, the books

floating and sinking among the screeching ducks,

oh, beautiful book-eating pond!

The country of the mockingbird is where I now want to be,

thank you, yes.

The days when the snow-white swans might pass over the dunes

are the days I want to eat now, slowly and carefully

and with gratitude. Thank you.

The hours fresh and tidal are the hours I want to hold

in the palm of my hand, thank you, yes.

Such grace, thank you!

The gate I want to open now is the one that leads into

the flower-bed of my mind, thank you, yes.

Every day the slow, fresh wind, thank you, yes.

The wing, in the dark, that touches me.

Thank you.

Yes.

#grateful #wordcandy

Fri, 02 Nov 2012 18:05:56 -0400

#grateful #wordcandy

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Fri, 02 Nov 2012 09:02:39 -0400

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Fri, 02 Nov 2012 08:59:31 -0400

Word Candy-licious!

Thu, 01 Nov 2012 22:00:31 -0400

Word Candy-licious!

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Sat, 27 Oct 2012 11:43:03 -0400

I am here, playing with words

Sat, 27 Oct 2012 11:39:08 -0400

I am here, playing with words

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Thu, 25 Oct 2012 16:17:31 -0400

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Wed, 24 Oct 2012 21:53:17 -0400