A Word for Living Creatures

- beginning with a line from Paul Celan's "The Meridian"
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I know I keep sharing this song, but I can’t help it. The words are true, and, each time I hear them, they remind me that my God is more than enough. Everything I could want is found in His love.

sundrenched the sheets
sundrenched your skin

smattering of freckles 
on your shoulder blade

first hints of pink trailing 
across your cheekbone

your eyes are open
dawn is here

Not like
A lone beautiful bird
These poems now rise in great white flocks
Against my mind’s vast hills.
- Hafiz, “Startled by God”

Blur of flight:
a great, white 
sheet stretched taut 
on a line,
the snap
roll in the breeze.

Some changes look negative on the surface but you will soon realize that space is being created in your life for something new to emerge.
Eckhart Tolle (via lazyyogi)

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amyvernon: THIS is how to do a book dedication.



Like looking over our shoulder at what’s onscreen, an RSS-feed powered by the brains behind H_NGM_N: here’s a sampling of what made it on our radar last week…

I spent a year-and-a-half working at Shakespeare & Co., first as a clerk and later as front list coordinator. I made friendships…


Pretty much sums up my life. (Thanks for the tote @cindyloughridge and @erikheywood!)

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I believe in a God who is able to do far more super-abundantly in both quantity and quality than all I ask, think, dream, or imagine.

austinkleonDavid Lynch painting in his studio

From a nice NYTimes profile, “David Lynch, Who Began as a Visual Artist, Gets a Museum Show.”