You may move the hands of a clock to suit you, but you do not change the time. You can open a rosebud before its ready, but you'll ruin the flower. Leave all to Him. Hands down. Thy will, not mine.
Stop poking at things.
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
meddling.
You may move the hands of a clock to suit you, but you do not change the time. You can open a rosebud before its ready, but you'll ruin the flower. Leave all to Him. Hands down. Thy will, not mine.
Stop poking at things.
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
Friday, March 19, 2010
bad day at work.
today was the day when the angry customer decided to take out her bad day on the cashier girl.
Thursday, March 18, 2010
two beautiful works.
somewhere i have never traveled, gladly beyond
any experience, your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near.
your slightest look will easily unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skillfully, mysteriously) her first rose.
or if your wish be to close me, i and
my life will shut very beautifully, suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;
nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility: whose texture
compels me with the color of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing.
(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens; only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands
e. e. cummings
any experience, your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near.
your slightest look will easily unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skillfully, mysteriously) her first rose.
or if your wish be to close me, i and
my life will shut very beautifully, suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;
nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility: whose texture
compels me with the color of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing.
(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens; only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands
e. e. cummings
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
i didn't know it meant so much.
after being in the san juan, puerto rico airport for five hours, i think i love minneapolis more then any city in the world. mostly because it's mine. and especially because it's familiar i think.
our tickets to board the sun country plane said we were to board at gate 27. after about two hours of waiting, milling about, sitting on the floor, various bathroom breaks, changing clothes in preparation for minnesota cold, reading, and sleeping, a voice came over the loudspeaker and announced something indistinguishable.
"What did he say?" we all asked, looking to a group of women sitting next to us on the floor.
One woman shrugged. "I don't know, I think something about moving to gate 26."
confused, we gathered our things and moved toward gate 26 across a hall and in the next room. as soon as we rounded the corner, we could see the orange and blue sun country symbol on a plane outside gate 28. so where to now?
my dad attempted to talk with a man at the desk (the only employee anywhere in sight), but he mainly answered our english questions in spanish. when he did announce things over the intercom in english, bless his heart but he had a lisp and we could not understand anything he was saying. it was ridiculous. (i can say this because i was a lisper myself as a child)
a few hours later, we got on a plane.
another hour later, we took off.
then we flew six hours.
when we arrived in the cities at 10 PM, i couldn't have been happier. or felt more at peace when we walked off the plane into a nearly vacant airport. when we were wheeling our bags through the skyway i felt like hugging the stranger walking towards me, simply because he was from minnesota. when we walked out the automatic doors in the parking ramp, the air smelled cold and sweet instead of muggy. things were motionless at last. when we were driving in the taxi, all i could do was stare out the window at the city lights and the straight streets and the clean driving and feel like i was home.
our tickets to board the sun country plane said we were to board at gate 27. after about two hours of waiting, milling about, sitting on the floor, various bathroom breaks, changing clothes in preparation for minnesota cold, reading, and sleeping, a voice came over the loudspeaker and announced something indistinguishable.
"What did he say?" we all asked, looking to a group of women sitting next to us on the floor.
One woman shrugged. "I don't know, I think something about moving to gate 26."
confused, we gathered our things and moved toward gate 26 across a hall and in the next room. as soon as we rounded the corner, we could see the orange and blue sun country symbol on a plane outside gate 28. so where to now?
my dad attempted to talk with a man at the desk (the only employee anywhere in sight), but he mainly answered our english questions in spanish. when he did announce things over the intercom in english, bless his heart but he had a lisp and we could not understand anything he was saying. it was ridiculous. (i can say this because i was a lisper myself as a child)
a few hours later, we got on a plane.
another hour later, we took off.
then we flew six hours.
when we arrived in the cities at 10 PM, i couldn't have been happier. or felt more at peace when we walked off the plane into a nearly vacant airport. when we were wheeling our bags through the skyway i felt like hugging the stranger walking towards me, simply because he was from minnesota. when we walked out the automatic doors in the parking ramp, the air smelled cold and sweet instead of muggy. things were motionless at last. when we were driving in the taxi, all i could do was stare out the window at the city lights and the straight streets and the clean driving and feel like i was home.
Monday, March 15, 2010
that's why i hold.
and after the storm,
i run and run as the rains come
and i look up on my knees and out of luck,
i look up.
night has always pushed up day
but i won't rot, not this mind and not this heart.
Saturday, March 6, 2010
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
midmorning march 2
there is much.
going home with elsie to her place up north in duluth
over spring break, and i couldn't be more excited.
she is such a sweet spirit and my ARD for next year,
so why wouldn't i want to spent gobs of time with her?
wutke has decided she wants to be
an au pair in england this summer. or ireland maybe.
and she actually applied, so i guess i better grab my suitcase
and pack some antique things, fancy lip balms,
and white, down bedding.
this week, physiological psychology is kicking my butt.
work is picking up. everyone and their brother
has a comp 2 paper to go over. which i don't mind,
i actually like editing.
getting into planning our room for next year.
my future roomie amy and i have been
documenting window curtains, shower curtains, and wall art.
speaking of amy,
she's really sick right now.
she threw up 4 times and then passed out in her
bathtub. you should pray for her,
even if you don't know her. thanks.
i only get sick for one evening at a time;
i get a fever, sore throat, tender nodes,
the whole shebang,
and then i'm better by morning.
i have an extremely resilient body i think.
feeling very inclined to start my lit & writing major soon.
having to wait until next semester though.
news flash: i only have four more classes
and i officially have completed my psychology degree.
been very monotonous in my coffee choices lately
and would love some new suggestions.
im needing to revamp my habits.
the Lord has been intricately weaving occurences
together for me lately. it's actually been really unorthodox.
five days until we fly out. feeling a bit caged
and can't wait much longer.
nina stated yesterday: "i wonder where all the lost things go."
this is quite the thought, that i think requires it's own post.
have been contemplating that perhaps every
negative response has a corresponding
reason or wound from the past.
like how you really hate being interrupted,
or how being ignored, even a little,
immediately brings you to tears.
maybe i'm just getting carried away with
psychoanalyzing people who are close to me,
but i think this might be legit.
alright, enough of these short, fragmented sentences;
things are beginning to overlap.
all my love, lo.
going home with elsie to her place up north in duluth
over spring break, and i couldn't be more excited.
she is such a sweet spirit and my ARD for next year,
so why wouldn't i want to spent gobs of time with her?
wutke has decided she wants to be
an au pair in england this summer. or ireland maybe.
and she actually applied, so i guess i better grab my suitcase
and pack some antique things, fancy lip balms,
and white, down bedding.
this week, physiological psychology is kicking my butt.
work is picking up. everyone and their brother
has a comp 2 paper to go over. which i don't mind,
i actually like editing.
getting into planning our room for next year.
my future roomie amy and i have been
documenting window curtains, shower curtains, and wall art.
speaking of amy,
she's really sick right now.
she threw up 4 times and then passed out in her
bathtub. you should pray for her,
even if you don't know her. thanks.
i only get sick for one evening at a time;
i get a fever, sore throat, tender nodes,
the whole shebang,
and then i'm better by morning.
i have an extremely resilient body i think.
feeling very inclined to start my lit & writing major soon.
having to wait until next semester though.
news flash: i only have four more classes
and i officially have completed my psychology degree.
been very monotonous in my coffee choices lately
and would love some new suggestions.
im needing to revamp my habits.
the Lord has been intricately weaving occurences
together for me lately. it's actually been really unorthodox.
five days until we fly out. feeling a bit caged
and can't wait much longer.
nina stated yesterday: "i wonder where all the lost things go."
this is quite the thought, that i think requires it's own post.
have been contemplating that perhaps every
negative response has a corresponding
reason or wound from the past.
like how you really hate being interrupted,
or how being ignored, even a little,
immediately brings you to tears.
maybe i'm just getting carried away with
psychoanalyzing people who are close to me,
but i think this might be legit.
alright, enough of these short, fragmented sentences;
things are beginning to overlap.
all my love, lo.
Monday, March 1, 2010
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