I always wondered why there are so many sad songs about summer. Summer should be a time for happiness and celebration. And all that happiness shouldn't have to end just because leaves start changing colors (I always enjoyed autumn myself...).
Tuesday, July 26, 2011
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
One good thing about my job:
I get LOTS of thinking time.
I'm usually plugged in to my cheap, beloved little scratched-up Coby mp3 player while I'm endlessly pulling up weeds and shoots of crabgrass, but every so often I turn it off--probably because someone calls me about something--and once I'm done, I just don't feel like turning it back on again. It's easy to forget how peaceful it is to sit in slightly-wet grass, run your fingers through the dirt, and just...breathe. We live in such a beautiful world, and at times like these I never feel the Spirit more than when all my distractions are gone.
I'm usually plugged in to my cheap, beloved little scratched-up Coby mp3 player while I'm endlessly pulling up weeds and shoots of crabgrass, but every so often I turn it off--probably because someone calls me about something--and once I'm done, I just don't feel like turning it back on again. It's easy to forget how peaceful it is to sit in slightly-wet grass, run your fingers through the dirt, and just...breathe. We live in such a beautiful world, and at times like these I never feel the Spirit more than when all my distractions are gone.
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
Tuesday, July 5, 2011
Until we meet again
on a long dark staircase
she pausesforbreath, white-knuckled
grip on the mahogany banister
a rainstorm escapes from her eyes
a rainstorm escapes from her eyes
in the next room
he waits in velvet, his silent
mouth g a p i n g at his Sunday best
a glowing hand has taken him away
a glowing hand has taken him away
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