this matters to me
'invisible immigrants'
http://www.nytimes.com/2009/08/31/us/31elder.html?pagewanted=1&_r=1&ref=us
Monday, August 31, 2009
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.
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