(also, this video is weird)
oh life.
thoughts & ramblings.
Monday, February 25, 2013
Monday, October 1, 2012
Wednesday, September 5, 2012
back to school = back to reading
I do not believe that the gospel, which literally means "good news," is given to tell us that we have failed or been false. That is not news, and it is not good. We already know much of that about ourselves. We know we have been false, even to those whom we most love in our lives and would most want to be true to. We know we have failed people and whole nations throughout the world today, who are suffering or who are subjected to terrible injustices that we could do more to prevent. So the gospel is not given to tell us what we already know. Rather, the gospel is given to tell us what we do not know or what we have forgotten, and that is who we are, sons and daughters of the One from whom all things come. It is when we begin to remember who we are, and who all people truly are, that we will begin to remember also what we should be doing and how we should be relating to one another as individuals and as nations and as an entire earth community.
- J. Philip Newell, an excerpt from Christ of the Celts
- J. Philip Newell, an excerpt from Christ of the Celts
Sunday, August 26, 2012
Tuesday, August 21, 2012
by the river piedra i sat down and wept
Sometimes an
uncontrollable feeling of sadness grips us, he said. We recognize that the magic moment of the day has passed and that we’ve
done nothing about it. Life begins to conceal its magic and its art.
We have to listen to
the child we once were, the child who still exists inside us. That child
understands magic moments. We can stifle its cries, but we cannot silence its
voice.
The child we once were
is still there. Blessed are the children, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.
If we are not reborn –
if we cannot learn to look at life with the innocence and the enthusiasm of
childhood – it makes no sense to go on living.
There are many ways to
commit suicide. Those who try to kill the body violate God’s law. Those who try
to kill the soul also violate God’s law, even though their crime is less
visible to others.
We have to pay
attention to what the child in our heart tells us. We should not be embarrassed
by this child. We must not allow this child to be scared because the child is
alone and almost never heard.
We must allow the
child to take the reins of our lives. The child knows that each day is
different from every other day.
We have to allow it to
feel loved again. We must please this child – even if this means that we act in
ways we are not used to, in ways that may seem foolish to others.
Remember that human
wisdom is madness in the eyes of God. But if we listen to the child who lives
in our soul, our eyes will grow bright. If we do not lose contact with that
child, we will not lose contact with life.
- from By the River
Piedra I Sat Down and Wept by Paulo Coelho, page 24.
Friday, August 17, 2012
2 nights ago
on a sailboat, in the san juans.
i laid outside - it was nearing midnight.
i looked up.
left and right, north and south, up and down, east and west.
stars.
they encompassed me, surrounded me, encircled me.
they hugged me safely,
and held me.
i laid outside - it was nearing midnight.
i looked up.
left and right, north and south, up and down, east and west.
stars.
they encompassed me, surrounded me, encircled me.
they hugged me safely,
and held me.
Thursday, August 9, 2012
today
I let myself wander around the neighborhood. no purpose in mind or goal to attain. exercise, perhaps. if I felt like it.
I walked. then would run, sprint. stop. sit. turn my ipod up louder, then skip 4 or 5 songs to find a better one. walk some more. turn here or there, but I didn't really care where I was going. I couldn't be bothered with such trivial things like a destination.
I crunched leaves violently as I walked. threw a few things. tried to look left and right as I crossed the road. I let my mind wander where it wanted to wander and let my body follow suit. do what it wanted. faster, slower, stop. turn.
tears formed at one point. at almost exactly the same moment when one of my favorite phrases from one of my favorite songs blared in my ears: "there will come a time, you'll see, with no more tears and love will not break your heart, but dismiss your fears" (after the storm by mumford and sons). I found myself surprised that the two happened at once.
eventually, I made my way back home.
I walked. then would run, sprint. stop. sit. turn my ipod up louder, then skip 4 or 5 songs to find a better one. walk some more. turn here or there, but I didn't really care where I was going. I couldn't be bothered with such trivial things like a destination.
I crunched leaves violently as I walked. threw a few things. tried to look left and right as I crossed the road. I let my mind wander where it wanted to wander and let my body follow suit. do what it wanted. faster, slower, stop. turn.
tears formed at one point. at almost exactly the same moment when one of my favorite phrases from one of my favorite songs blared in my ears: "there will come a time, you'll see, with no more tears and love will not break your heart, but dismiss your fears" (after the storm by mumford and sons). I found myself surprised that the two happened at once.
eventually, I made my way back home.
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