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remembering

walking through the ancients

half my heart

was left in Dominica

listen

drops of rain on giant leaves

the land sighing

after a deep drink.

this little lonely path

is the kind I love to take

too tired to speak

see me

just know

just sit with me

let your heart sing to me

in silence.

Laurie Edwards, A Chronic Dose

Richard Foster, Prayer

One of my great loves is music, and in college I was blessed to sing in a Chamber Choir - one of the most elite groups at our school at the time. I knew that it would be the pinnacle of my musical experience, and I might never get to sing with such talented musicians again. 7 years later, a good friend is getting married and has pulled together a small chorus to sing in his wedding. This is one of the songs we’ll be performing, and each time I listen to it, I get a little teary eyed. I didn’t realize how much I missed classical music…how quickly the brain forgets in the midst of busy life, but how fondly the heart remembers what it resonates with most.

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There was fire in the bush when Moses first

spoke with God.

There was light too brilliant to be borne.

God covered the prophet’s eyes with his hand.

And then in the darkness they talked.

Beyond sight, Moses heard 

and listened to the Word.

But I am like a child at bedtime,

frightened of the dark,

crying out for a drink of water

crying for water

but thirsty for light.

I must leave Egypt and follow the cloud,

for only in that place beyond the galaxies,

further than starfire and the balze of suns,

only beyond all light, beyond all hope of human sight

will I see the source of all illumination

in the radiant glory of the Word.

But I am like a child in a strange house at night

groping through shadowy rooms

toward the sound of voices,

afraid to call and ask where the light can be found.

Further than any man can go alone

in the deepest, darkest reaches of the heart:

here the light is lit, the invisible light

by which alone we see.

Come light this tiny candle, Lord.

Give me a flame of understanding according to your Word.

phoebe, perhaps the very first deacon - Madeleine L’Engle

I’m gearing up to do some writing for my churches new website, and am really excited to use the skills I learned in some college classes. Woohoo! Look mom, I’m using my English major.

Meanwhile, my cousin posted a link to this onion article on her Facebook, and all I can say is, “Its so true.”

Web writing is writing for skimmers, pull-quote perusers and blurb enthusiasts.  Basically, the opposite of everything I learned in 80% of my Lit classes!

*love* this post from happymonsters

i suppose, partially because the first 3 are already true of me and my husband.

I was going to wait to post this. But its just too alluring. Maybe one day I will have a room like this in my own house, complete with Victorian sofa.

bookshelfporn:

Apartment Therapy

We had radiators in our first apartment. I wish we had also had these. Finally, something to eliminate my need to have plug-in mug warmers in every room of the house!

My heart basically leaps out of my chest when I walk into a bookstore like this one. When I visit my dad, we usually head into Carytown in Richmond and hit up my favorite local used & antique - The Black Swan. Although, I am very partial to a bookstore I found in Madison, WI back in 2005. If I make it there again, I’ll take pictures.

This particular beauty (Shakespeare & Co.) is located in Paris, France. If I EVER make it there, I’ll probably be too stunned to take photos.