March 2012
1 post
February 2012
46 posts
wesleyhill:
““Can you say,” I once inquired of a sixty-year-old cloistered nun who had lived (vibrantly, it seemed) from the age of nineteen in her monastery cell, “what the core of contemplative life is?”
“Leisure,” she said without hesitation, her china blue eyes cheerfully steady on me. I suppose I expected her to say, “Prayer.” Or maybe “The search for God.” Or “Inner peace.” Inner peace...
I wait quietly before God, for my victory comes from him.
He alone is my rock and my salvation, my fortress where I will never be shaken.
Ps 62:1-2
What sort of diary should I like mine to be? Something loose-knit and yet not slovenly, so elastic that it will embrace anything, solemn, slight or beautiful, that comes into my mind. I should like it to resemble some deep old desk or capacious hold-all, in which one flings a mass of odds and ends without looking them through. I should like to come back, after a year or two, and find that the...
“Can we just talk about how unreal this day is? 81 degrees you guys! 81!”
– oooh springtime, you’re such a tease…
Flood Waters
Josh Garrels (Love & War &...
my tumblr had a baby!
or maybe thats kinda weird to say..
what I mean is that I started an art blog where I can post (or mostly reblog, if i’m being honest) alot of the wonderous things that I find that I usually just file away to look at later or forget about.
My purpose here is to maintain this tumblrs balance of my personal projects and other peoples stuff that I love.
aaaanyways, so this offshoot probably...
Don’t be amazed if you see my eyes always wandering. In fact, this is my way of reading, and it is only in this way that reading proves fruitful for me. If a book truly interests me, I cannot follow it for more than a few lines before my mind, having seized on a thought that the text suggests to it, or a feeling, or a question, or an image, goes off on a tangent and springs from thought to...
“I think it’s far more important to write well than most people realize. Writing...”
– Paul Graham (via lukescommonplacebook
)
“I more and more find the precious part of each day to be the thirty or forty...”
– Lesslie Newbigin (via wesleyhill
)
“Domestic utensils, furnishings of tent and house, rugs, mats, jars, pots, bows, spears, were wrought with such delighted care that today we hunt them out anf give them places of honor in our art museums. Yet in their own time and place, such things were enhancements ot the processes of everyday life…
…Finally we have, as the record of this chasm, accepted as if it were normal,...
“Minimalism is not a lack of something, it’s simply the perfect amount of...”
– Nicholas Burroughs
Luke 1:76-79
emilyowens:
“And you, my child, will be called a prophet of the Most High; for you will go on before the Lord to prepare the way for him, to give his people the knowledge of salvation through the forgiveness of their sins, because of the tender mercy of our God, by which the rising sun will come to us from heaven to shine on those living in darkness and in the shadow of death, to...
“If I ruled the world, or at least a publishing company, all books would contain...”
– Victoria Johnson, “The Maps We Wandered Into As Kids” (cf. my post, “Maps of Fictional Worlds”)
mahpiohanzia
n. the disappointment of being unable to fly.
“The great mystery of memory is how it endures. The typical neural protein only...”
– The Persistence Of Memory | Wired Science | Wired.com (via ayjay)
Astounding.
(via lauracricket)
What if my greatest disappointments
Or the aching of this life
Is the revealing of a greater thirst this world can’t satisfy
And what if trials of this life
The rain, the storms, the hardest nights
Are Your mercies in disguise
- Laura Story
Cabin Porn!....it's not what you think. →
This has been one of my internet haunts of late. These locations are droolworthy …and the name makes me snicker.
O you tender ones, step now and then into the breath that takes no heed of you: it will part as it brushes your cheeks and then tremble behind you, united again.
O you who are blissful, you who are whole, you who seem the beginnings of hearts. Bows for arrows and arrows’ aim, through tears your smile will glow more eternal.
Don’t be afraid to suffer—take your heaviness and give it back to the...
January 2012
27 posts
“Homeless in this world, not yet at home in the next, we human beings are...”
– Barth again, this time from a 1920 Confirmation lesson (also via McCormack’s Kantzer Lectures)
