October 2011
“
She reminds us that we are as moths perpetually in flight
our songs strung on kites,
souls in light, souls in light.
She cuts her feet on the garden’s stone
to lay flowers for a lover or friend,
or a child coming home, or to mend -
also to strangers, whose lost eyes
looked too hard into the shadows.
She knows we’re all crossing storms
or that we have storms to cross.
” —Santiago (via growing-orbits)
“I can’t wait for Christmas. Because when it’s Christmas, there’s this palpable warmth in the blistering air. There’s love. Love, love, love. The classic Christmas songs played almost everywhere you go. The carols you hum in the shower. The familiar green tree with wrapped presents underneath and the frustrated children, and adults, wanting to see what’s inside. The abundant food. The hot cocoa or coffee. The twinkling lights. The decorated stores. The muffled shivers as you walk in the cold night. The bustling streets as people Christmas shop. The uttered string of curses towards the ridiculous long lines. The grumbles as you try to gift-wrap. The exchanged smiles. The little darlings staying up late and putting cookies and milk for Santa. However you celebrate it, everything about Christmas is simply wonderful. It’s my favorite time of the year.”
—
(via atomos)
“All that we call human history—money, poverty, ambition, war, prostitution, classes, empires, slavery—is the long terrible story of man trying to find something other than God which will make him happy.”
—C.S. Lewis (via ampersandsandasterisks)
“For we, we are not long here
Our time is but a breath, so we better breathe it
And I, I was made to live, I was made to love, I was made to know you…” —C. S. Lewis Song, Brooke Fraser (via photographs-words-memories)
Our time is but a breath, so we better breathe it
And I, I was made to live, I was made to love, I was made to know you…” —C. S. Lewis Song, Brooke Fraser (via photographs-words-memories)
