Inspiration Monday: Martin Luther
“This life therefore is not righteousness, but growth in righteousness, not health, but healing, not being but becoming, not rest but exercise. We are not yet what we shall be, but we are growing toward it, the process is not yet finished, but it is going on, this is not the end, but it is the road.” ― Martin Luther Continue reading Inspiration Monday: Martin Luther
Wordless Wednesday: Sculpture
Inspiration Monday: Haruki Murakami
“Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing directions. You change direction but the sandstorm chases you. You turn again, but the storm adjusts. Over and over you play this out, like some ominous dance with death just before dawn. Why? Because this storm isn’t something that blew in from far away, something that has nothing to do with you. This storm is you. Something inside of you. So all you can do is give in to it, step right inside the storm, closing your eyes and plugging up your ears so the sand doesn’t get in, and … Continue reading Inspiration Monday: Haruki Murakami
not so much now – a ghazal
Originally posted on A beetle with earrings:
Turn my head at every sound, not so much now. Regret takes refuge in me, not so much now. Was her hair brown? Her face an autumn evening? I remember she was me, not so much now. Heart-shaped envelopes, a book of ghazal, stuffed with songs and star-lit sleep, not so much now. From the border, the bullets travel in dust – leave your wounded memories, not so much now. One night of full moon, your arm around my waist, it’s all I wanted to see, not so much now. On your grave,… Continue reading not so much now – a ghazal
Wordless Wednesday: Bicycle Bling
Inspiration Monday: Junot Diaz
Morning Meditation: Autumn Nirvana
You parade both of your faces You have no guile, no artifice When your mood is frigid your breath blows ice crystals The heat of your scowl shrivels the most verdant terrain But on days like today your benevolence rolls in waves washing us all in rapture Continue reading Morning Meditation: Autumn Nirvana
Wordless Wednesday: Scarecrow 2
Happy Birthday, Sylvia
Dear Sylvia, I read your book The Bell Jar when I was an angst-ridden teen. It made me feel less alone, less shunned, less ugly. It helped me realize there were others out there like me feeling like a dead end dirt road. I wrapped your words around me like a cloud of soft familiarality and the world’s edges felt less sharp. Some may not understand this but you do and that’s all that matters. Thank you. Continue reading Happy Birthday, Sylvia
