July 2011
68 posts
“We acquire the strength we have overcome.”
- Ralph Waldo Emerson
“What...”
Charity Swim →
“What a disgrace it is for a man to grow old without ever seeing the beauty and...”
– Socrates
If I get it all down on paper, it’s no...
Do not go gentle into that good night - Dylan Thomas
Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night. Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright Their frail deeds might have...
“Breathe in the unforced rhythms of grace.”
– I’ve had this in my car on a sticky note for years. I just found it sun bleached and barely readable buried underneath the floor mat. Oh those rhythms…
Endure.
Create in me a pure heart, O God, and renew a steadfast spirit within me. Do not cast me from your presence or take your Holy Spirit from me. Restore to me the joy of your salvation and grant me a willing spirit, to sustain me.
I sang this song all day and guess what the sweet...
Death Day
8:45am-Bed.
I awoke to a feeling like Death…
Solitary. Silent. Senseless.
As a corpse is laid in a coffin, bolted shut, so my spirit felt.
9:05-Office.
I got to my office before my boss and the silence in the room was like having the coffin lowered into the earth.
Solitary. Silent. Senseless.
I stared at the wall for most of the morning, intermittently answering phone calls.
Panic...
Richard III
CLARENCE: O, I have passed a miserable night,So full of fearful dreams, of ugly sights,That, as I am a Christian faithful man,I would not spend another such nightThough ‘twere to buy a world of happy days—So full of dismal terror was the time.Methoughts that I had broken from the TowerAnd was embarked to cross the Bergundy,And in my company my brother Gloucester,Who from my cabin...
“The worst lies are the lies we tell ourselves. We live in denial of what we do,...”
– Richard Bach
Tartarus
The Allegory of the Cave
Plato realizes that the general run of humankind can think, and speak, etc., without (so far as they acknowledge) any awareness of his realm of Forms.
The allegory of the cave is supposed to explain this.
In the allegory, Plato likens people untutored in the Theory of Forms to prisoners chained in a cave, unable to turn their heads. All they can see is the wall of the...
Bill Dogtrom
Loving With All …
Thou shalt …well - of coursebuthow … How to love with all my heart, soul, mind, strength when I can barely get them all in the same room at the same time
Each drawn to their own loves lusts longings leaving integration to … whoever is left.
Wholeness beckons oh to be...
“So I wait for you like a lonely house till you will see me again and live in me....”
– Pablo Neruda
Wet lashed
A white room. Two chairs. One occupied by myself. The other, him. I’ve postured myself slumped. Hands on my head. Expression of utter disbelief. Tear welling behind my glassy eyes. Staring bewildered at the figure in front of me. Mind full of empty bloodied bruises. Throbbing and swollen in pain. He stands up. Silent tears line my face as I whisper, “No.” He stops, face lining...
Well...
Tonight’s lesson is as follows:
Sara cannot dance with guys because she is afraid that they will find her attractive.
I am SICK.
“People who become certain about the accidental are going to be frustrated sooner...”
e.e. cummings
You Are Tired (I Think)
You are tired, (I think) Of the always puzzle of living and doing; And so am I.
Come with me, then, And we’ll leave it far and far away— (Only you and I, understand!)
You have played, (I think) And broke the toys you were fondest of, And are a little tired now; Tired of things that break, and— Just tired. So am I.
But I come with a dream in my eyes tonight, ...
WatchDubstep all the way. (Pardon the French… and the picture.)
Props to my big brother Joel for mixing this stuff when my mom wanted your head for it. Love you.
All I need is some Beats and I’d be gooooone.
How does one sensitize a numbed soul?
I think I’m beginning to believe that it is by receiving Love.
(Receiving being the key word.)
I know of Love.
I know what Love looks like.
But I don’t know Love because I won’t receive it.
I’m learning.
