moved to tumblr.

I, too, have now converted.

passionatelyiwade.tumblr.com

i suppose i'm back to blogging...

The first step toward rejuventation begins with accepting where you are and exposing your poverty, frailty, and emptiness to the love that is everything. Don't try to feel anything, think anything, or do anything. With all the goodwill in the world you cannot make anything happen. Don't force prayer. Simply relax in the presence of the God you half believe in and ask for a touch of folly.

The Ragamuffin Gospel

things about abroad...

(www.whiteshadows.co.nz)

when i was at an outside cafe in France a few years back, my family and i engaged in conversation with these two men at the neighboring table. these two men happened to own a bed and breakfast in new zealand: white shadows. captivating. they gave us their card and invited us to join them in new zealand. i am excited to have more of these conversations and connections in the next 4 months. or maybe i should say i crave them...

the trick of finding what you didn't lose

(existing's tricky:but to live's a gift)

the teachable imposture of always

arriving at the place you never left

(and i refer to thinking)rests upon

a dismal misconception; namely that

some neither ape nor angel called a man

is measure by his quote eye cue unquote.

Much better than which, every woman who's

(despite the ultramachinations of

some loveless infraworld)a woman knows;

and certain men quite possibly may have

shall we say guessed?"

"we shall" quote gifted she;

and played the hostess to my morethanme

(e.e. cummings)

(coolhunter.net)

(weheartit.com)

I love the airport. There are like chairs.

mike birbiglia

Gravity

Something always brings me back to you.
It never takes too long.
No matter what I say or do I'll still feel you here 'til the moment I'm gone.

You hold me without touch.
You keep me without chains.
I never wanted anything so much than to drown in your love and not feel your rain.


Set me free, leave me be. I don't want to fall another moment into your gravity.
Here I am and I stand so tall, just the way I'm supposed to be.
But you're on to me and all over me.

You loved me 'cause I'm fragile.
When I thought that I was strong.
But you touch me for a little while and all my fragile strength is gone.


I live here on my knees as I try to make you see that you're everything I think I need here on the ground.
But you're neither friend nor foe though I can't seem to let you go.
The one thing that I still know is that you're keeping me down
You're on to me, on to me, and all over...
Something always brings me back to you.
It never takes too long.

sara bareilles