i didn't know this before, but i just realized,
i always loved waking up to a saturday morning at yale.
in that time between unconsciousness and slowly waking,
there was a half-formed thought, a feeling of what could fill the day-
brunch late in the morning, with afternoon light; coffee or ice cream with a friend; a walk under autumn trees; someone to study with and spend slow hours in lc or the library with; procrastination; an event to go to at night.
people i wanted to see and it made me happy being near.
that made me content, even as i lay in bed and adjusted my eyes to the morning coming in through the window.
like a feeling of sun slowly coming into my body, growing warmer.
the hours stretched long before me, but they were promising.
mine to spend the way i wanted to.
senses that my mind, body are alive, stirring, even before i wake.
i like it.
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
more and more
steps are taking me away from the past-
its hard, because sometimes,
some parts
i don't want to leave.
its hard, because sometimes,
some parts
i don't want to leave.
Monday, August 31, 2009
an article
this matters to me
'invisible immigrants'
http://www.nytimes.com/2009/08/31/us/31elder.html?pagewanted=1&_r=1&ref=us
'invisible immigrants'
http://www.nytimes.com/2009/08/31/us/31elder.html?pagewanted=1&_r=1&ref=us
Thursday, August 27, 2009
i just remembered
the experience of being in the presence of love.
of warmth, acceptance, a listening ear.
and how welcome that is to the heart,
how the heart turns towards it-
wants to be near.
how i hope to give such love and receive such love.
may the heart return.
of warmth, acceptance, a listening ear.
and how welcome that is to the heart,
how the heart turns towards it-
wants to be near.
how i hope to give such love and receive such love.
may the heart return.
Sunday, August 23, 2009
Friday, August 14, 2009
early morning
it is something,
to fill your mind with good things. worthy things.
it has been sorely lacking in me for awhile now, i realize.
much to my regret.
lingering on the ephemeral
rather than chasing after what will endure,
what will renew my mind and heart.
and what will help others, help me to love them
into a better person.
and allow them to love me into who i should be.
sometimes the emptiness becomes too much. you need to wake up.
love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, gentleness, self-control
i like this because i recognize myself, others. how proud we are when we are young.
maybe he meant that they kill his soul.
but itll kill our souls, to think we know everything, to be unable to listen to truth.
Honestly, I rarely write about theological issues because if I do I find myself in a room with white, twenty-something males whose parents are paying for their education and, like me when I was their age, think they know everything, think only in black and white, and defend their ideas as mingled with their identities. It kills the soul. -donmilleris.com
another good thing i ran across this morning:
Levitt, who died this year at 95, had a Whitmanesque generosity. Her pictures are loaded with unqualified love, which is something you don't see a lot of in modern photography. - nytimes.com
to remember to hold onto love, show love, even in art, especially in art, where perhaps, it has gone missing.
to fill your mind with good things. worthy things.
it has been sorely lacking in me for awhile now, i realize.
much to my regret.
lingering on the ephemeral
rather than chasing after what will endure,
what will renew my mind and heart.
and what will help others, help me to love them
into a better person.
and allow them to love me into who i should be.
sometimes the emptiness becomes too much. you need to wake up.
love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, gentleness, self-control
i like this because i recognize myself, others. how proud we are when we are young.
maybe he meant that they kill his soul.
but itll kill our souls, to think we know everything, to be unable to listen to truth.
Honestly, I rarely write about theological issues because if I do I find myself in a room with white, twenty-something males whose parents are paying for their education and, like me when I was their age, think they know everything, think only in black and white, and defend their ideas as mingled with their identities. It kills the soul. -donmilleris.com
another good thing i ran across this morning:
Levitt, who died this year at 95, had a Whitmanesque generosity. Her pictures are loaded with unqualified love, which is something you don't see a lot of in modern photography. - nytimes.com
to remember to hold onto love, show love, even in art, especially in art, where perhaps, it has gone missing.
Monday, April 27, 2009
gratitude
i love my friends.
too much.
though i have not so much this past year.
think it has only now dawned upon me that i am leaving them.
and i am thus crying in ct hall at this hour, and writing letters when i should be writing daily themes.
but such is life, and it is good.
i hope, my mind- can return to what is good.
it is slowly making its way there.
too much.
though i have not so much this past year.
think it has only now dawned upon me that i am leaving them.
and i am thus crying in ct hall at this hour, and writing letters when i should be writing daily themes.
but such is life, and it is good.
i hope, my mind- can return to what is good.
it is slowly making its way there.
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