December 2011
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You will not see anyone who is really striving after his advancement who is not...
– St. Athanasius (via jejwood)
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beardsleyjones asked: If you could go back to school to take any subject regardless of cost/ career choice, a subject to pursue out of pure interest alone, what would it be?
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I am the product of long corridors, empty sunlit rooms, upstairs indoor...
– C.S. Lewis, born today in 1898 (via thelifeguardlibrarian)
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loveadinfinitum:
My life has been the poem I would have writ, But I could not both live and utter it.
—Henry David Thoreau
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On my future wife.
I was driving down Market St. from Twin Peaks in San Francisco, attempting to snap pictures of the nighttime skyline with my iPhone. It was a bizarrley clear night and warm with potential and wonder.
I managed to park at the base of the peaks to set up camp for a few more shots.
And then…
There’s always a ‘and then…’
This beach patrol officer pulled up along side...
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6 months
thepianofarm:
This is how I love you
99 red flowers in a gloved hand Leaves the same color as honey Seeing orion dangle in the night Holding a bowl of soup with two hands This is how I love you today
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You have been greatly loved. Go and do likewise.
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President Obama has committed 100 US troops to Central Africa to remove Joseph Kony.
Exciting stuff.
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Beyond wonderful.
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There may be more beautiful times, but this one is ours.
– Jean-Paul Sartre (via musingsinfemininity)
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You don’t need to read all those books and shit. All you need is a...
– Brother Miles, Capuchin brother and modern bluesman.
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No I am not where I belong. So shine a light and...
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But I don't want you thinking I don't get asked to...
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Happy Friday Y'all. Listen to the Bon Iver Pandora... →
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It's Friday! //
bjorns:
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The locomotive rumbles out back, just beyond our fence,
Yet shakes the floorboards beneath these aching feet.
I stumble to stand and gear for a glance out the thin pane of window left in this old square house.
I rest my weathered hand on the window sill that’s been painted over one too many times
And I feel.
I feel the tracks beneath me, running through me.
I quiver with slight...
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D = S-M
I grabbed coffee with a Capuchin brother staying at my house and had a pretty heavy talk about despair.
Whether we are in seminary and working in urban kitchens serving the homeless or dealing with the beautiful mess of the adoption world, it is easy to find yourself in despair.
Brother Miles busted out some Viktor Frankl (shout out to Breez as well):
Despair = Suffering - Meaning
I feel that...
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This just gets crazier…