Monday, February 23, 2009

Our greatest problem is not how to continue but how to return. "How can I repay unto the Lord his bountiful dealings with me?" (Psalm 116:12). When life is an answer, death is a home-coming.

The deepest wisdom a man can attain is to know that his destiny is to aid, to serve. ...

This is the meaning of death: the ultimate self-dedication to the divine. Death so understood will not be distorted by the craving for immortality, for this act of giving away is the reciprocity on man's part for God's gift of life.
For the pious man it is a privilege to die.

- Abraham J Heschel

I doubt I will ever reach a point in my life where I can deem any of my words--spoken or written--to be as pungent and straightforward with authority as these.

What does it take?
I am no theologian. I am no philosopher. I am not seventy, or eighty.

I'm twenty. Hopelessly, twenty. As if it is somehow my fault for being younger than I feel, or older than perhaps I look. Some people probably think they are somehow better than me because they are older. I'm not "allowed to drink" and all that frivolity.


Well whooppie.


I do not understand this.

I do feel: helplessly uninspired and bored out of my head with restlessness of here.


ah, I'm frustrated tonight.

Sunday, February 22, 2009

shane claiborne, and all the southern mother teresas

Park Street at 7pm yesterday: a gathering of nose-ringed-dred-locked-salvo-clothed-college kids, I'm-a-young-mother-but-that-doesn't-stop-me-from-being-here women, later-middle-aged-button-up-just-came-from-the-business-meeting gentlemen, we've-been-recycling-and-eating-organic-since-you-folks-were-born couples, I've-worn-this-shirt-all-week guys, and I-go-to-gordon folks.

Especially the latter.

Well, I specify (or unspecify) the stereotype for a sort of reason. We were all there, we all laughed at the same jokes, sang the same songs (and did a little howdy-ho knee slapping in our heads), we were challenged with the same challenges.

The Simple Way

Awesome weekend spent in Boston.
In other news, I am taking next semester off. I said it.

I got a lovely yellow candle today, lemongrass and orange. It smells sweet like lemon-lime soda. It smells SO GOOD. I didn't even have to burn it, it smelled up my whole room. That's when you know you're in the presence of a good candle.

Wednesday, February 18, 2009




The snow can go away now.