a life incredible, vivid, excellent.
“Oh, look how beautiful the sun is shining through the trees!” I said, drunk on the last golden light of evening glowing through the golden leaves of the ginko trees.
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I love spring anywhere, but if I could choose I would always greet it in a garden. — Ruth Stout It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade. — Charles Dickens In the…
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Fear no more the heat o’ the sun, Nor the furious winter’s rages; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone, and ta’en thy wages: Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust. Fear no more the frown o’ the great; Thou art past the tyrant’s stroke; Care no more to…
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There is a willow grows aslant a brook,
That shows his hoar leaves in the glassy stream;
There with fantastic garlands did she come
Of crow-flowers, nettles, daisies, and long purples
after completing messes of men, the first part of my photography project inspired by mewithoutYou’s brother, sister, cranking the second part out was surprisingly easy. as part of this shoot i learned about betta fish and discovered just how many things cockle burrs can latch onto. [and how cold 40-degree weather can be — thanks…
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i’ve talked before about my love for mewithoutYou’s album brother, sister, and my desire to “illustrate” it, so to speak, through photography and other media. a desire four or five years in the making finally got off the ground last march when i did two shoots based on “messes of men,” the first song on…
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the following photos illustrate the story of ingrid … but what precisely that story is remains for you to discover. innocence abroad and the gogglette bring you … the spy who stayed out in the cold.
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“we’re all carnies, though some people are in denial. they want to be above it all, above the mayhem of laughter and people and lights and animals and the dark sadness that lurks in the corners and beneath the rides and in the trailers after hours. so they ride the ferris wheel, and at the…
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Joy is not naivete. To be innocent is not to be ignorant. To rejoice in hope is to be a light in the darkness.
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What if you could step out of your normal everyday life for a hour or two and into the midst of an adventure particular to you?
Read Morewhat if the Bread were not broken? what if the Wine were not spilled? what if the Word were unspoken? what are we if death were not killed? but broken indeed was His body and poured out the wine of His blood eternal the promise He’s spoken unending the life of His love
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“i wish i were brave …” but it is comfort you seek; cowardice prevails
Read Moreanyone need true insight? nothingness terrifies; incarnation absolves tortured innocent, absolute nonentity I Am nailed there
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at our little suburban church the communion feast is free of allergens and alcohol the bread crumbles into the cup of grape juice if you’re not careful i thought the blood of Christ was stronger stuff than this — at the Anglican Church i kneel at the altar rail to receive the Body and the…
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a bit of earth a garden wall a red-leafed maple in the fall a little house a silver birch a branch where baby robins perch a wooden floor a hearth-fire burning a haven for a heart’s poor yearning a candle’s glow a gentle breeze and a place for planting trees
Read Morethere once was a young poetaster who thought that he was quite a master his rhymes he did relish and he was awfully zealish (but frankly, he was a disaster) this lad went to visit the king armed with anthems and paeans to sing but the monarch said “sonny, you could take all my money…
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debtors sprung from jail trespassers’ fences mended sins made obsolete
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the last time i saw you was a decade ago you were enjolras in les mis — i had my first real job — and all i thought was my goodness, that kid grew up to sing the last time i saw you was months ago in a dream you were teaching me to flirt…
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two bayberry tapers half-wrapped in white tissue lie atop the dresser among the brown glass bottles the mississippi stonewood and the rock from orphan girl mine i’d like to get brass candlesticks and light them on the 31st to bring in the new year brightly the way my pilgrim grandmothers did where did you come…
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if i believe in a God omniscient then i must trust God knew this from before the beginning if i believe in a God omnipotent then i must trust God’s is the hand that guides if i believe in a God omnibenevolent then i must trust God’s love is something rich and strange if i…
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