Sunday, January 30, 2011
Monday, January 24, 2011
Friday, January 21, 2011
too much lord of the rings? never.
these are the words i hope to hear at the sweet end. and the new beginning.
[you might want to turn up the volume at the beginning. it's my favorite part, but it starts out oh so quiet.]
lay down your sweet and weary head. night is falling-you've come to journey's end. sleep now and dream of the ones who came before they are calling from across the distant shore.
why do you weep? what are these tears upon your face? soon you will see– all of your fears will pass away. safe in my arms you're only sleeping.
what can you see on the horizon? why do the white gulls call? across the sea a pale moon rises. the ships have come to carry you home. and all will turn to silver glass. a light on the water– all souls pass.
hope fades into the world of night. through shadows falling out of memory and time. don't say <we have come now to the end> white shores are calling– you and i will meet again.
and you'll be here in my arms. just sleeping.
Thursday, January 20, 2011
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
they are phenomenal. i never was one to voluntarily go to classical concerts like this, but now i need them in order to tune out the world in my head every once in a while.
different people deal with stress in different ways. i like to consider myself a pretty stress-free person.
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
Sunday, January 16, 2011
because of this:
"My PRs will never garner attention or generate awards. But when I run, I am 100- Kristin Armstrong
percent me- my strengths and weaknesses play out like a cracked- open diary, my
emotions often as raw as the chafing from my jog bra. In my ultimate moments of
vulnerability, I am twice the woman I was when I though I was meant to look
pretty on the sidelines. Sweaty and smiling, breathless and beautiful: runing
helps us all shine. A lesson worth passing along."
again, and again, and again. . .
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Oftentimes I gaze at the lives of others and compare them to my own.
Perhaps not such an uncommon pastime.
I am inspired, awed, motivated and comforted by their:
experiences, insights, accomplishments.
Oftentimes I feel:
inferior, unaccomplished, directionless.
Perhaps not such uncommon feelings.
Will I ever do?
What it is that I want to do?
For days I'll be on the right path-
only to slip up and feel like I'm right back at the beginning.
Habits I think have been vanquished reappear.
I need only to step back and realize:
“We all want progress. But if you're on the wrong road,
progress means doing an about-turn and walking back to the right road;
in that case, the man who turns back soonest-
is the most progressive.” -C.S. Lewis
I do that.
I get stuck– swirling and frustrated.
But I always make it back to the right.
What comfort this brings.
Small and simple things.
I find excitement in wondering-
what will be my great things?
Friday, January 7, 2011
Thursday, January 6, 2011
I'm a nerd for many things.
But Lord of the Rings takes the cake.
Granted, I didn't dress up for the premiere's– and I'm not planning on naming any of my children after characters.
But it's the symbolism throughout the story that just gets me. Sort of like the Chronicles of Narnia (actually just like them).
I'm not going to take the time to explain everything. Just watch/read the saga for yourself.
Here's a little Samwise to get you choked up.