leaves, love

yesterday mist hung heavy and in the night became rain. when i walked out the door this morning, the porch, the steps, the sidewalk, the driveway and the entire front yard were covered with glistening golden leaves. my little black rabbit shed them like scales as we whirled away to work. all the trees were…

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the glitter is the gold

saturday was such a day of days. i don’t even know how to describe it properly … except that i was filled to the brim with joy and felt utterly alive. among other things i went on a garden tour that included private houses near ward parkway, one of the wealthier areas of kansas city.…

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lessons from screwtape

“Did you mark how naturally — as if he’d been born for it — the earth-born vermin entered the new life? How all his doubts became, in the twinkling of an eye, ridiculous? I know what the creature was saying to itself! ‘Yes. Of course. It always was like this. All horrors have followed the…

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such a beautiful view

such a beautiful view with a long way to fall i was afraid how it could hurt to leave the safety up above but if it doesn’t it’s not love — sean watkins, not sure i’m not exactly what you’d call a daring person. i dream a lot — big, sometimes elaborate dreams — but…

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rough poems

and the beauty behind is what you can’t see like the wind in the branches that talks for the tree or the motion that split the shore from the sea … what do you know? what can you see? what do you hear that’s invisible to me? what can you taste in the silence of…

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undeserving

last night i was fretting over something — nothing new there. it was a situation i’d been a little short-tempered about, and then, BOOM! i got the answer i’d been waiting for. except that it came with an unexpected generosity that floored me. so i started fretting about how i didn’t deserve the kindness that…

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made lovely

“… for the church has no beauty but what the Bridegroom gives her; He does not find, but makes her, lovely.” — c.s. lewis “Now Chauntecleer the Ready did a most unready thing: He sat down and stared. “Perhaps if he had seen her while she walked among a flock of Hens, clucking and pouting,…

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