home remedies
when i am having a bad day, i put a ribbon in my hair. it kind of helps sometimes.
more importantly though, i just spent a week in the cook islands. time is different there.
slower.
people literally pad about and drag their feet.
and it's so great.
because patience becomes second nature in a way, because you have no choice.
and it meant that my holiday really was a holiday.
seven days in rarotonga was adequate redress for the busy i plunge myself into.
and i guess it's not bad to be immersed in busy, as long as you can catch your breath for long enough to remember important things.
(remember jesus christ, raised from the dead, descended from david.
this is my gospel.)
but we went to church whilst we were there. the service lasted two hours. there were cook islanders from four different villages and they took turns singing hymns in cook island maori.
i'm a sucker for melodies. and even more of a sucker for harmonies. so i was a sucker that sunday as they all sang praises to God. and surrounded by more-than-five-part-harmonies, i considered what a beautiful raucous there will be when every knee bows and every tongue confesses.
and i know that, at least for a little while, the sound of their voices and that contemplation will be enough remedy when homesick sets in.
more importantly though, i just spent a week in the cook islands. time is different there.
slower.
people literally pad about and drag their feet.
and it's so great.
because patience becomes second nature in a way, because you have no choice.
and it meant that my holiday really was a holiday.
seven days in rarotonga was adequate redress for the busy i plunge myself into.
and i guess it's not bad to be immersed in busy, as long as you can catch your breath for long enough to remember important things.
(remember jesus christ, raised from the dead, descended from david.
this is my gospel.)
but we went to church whilst we were there. the service lasted two hours. there were cook islanders from four different villages and they took turns singing hymns in cook island maori.
i'm a sucker for melodies. and even more of a sucker for harmonies. so i was a sucker that sunday as they all sang praises to God. and surrounded by more-than-five-part-harmonies, i considered what a beautiful raucous there will be when every knee bows and every tongue confesses.
and i know that, at least for a little while, the sound of their voices and that contemplation will be enough remedy when homesick sets in.
usually i hate these
i made four new year's resolutions this year.
five if 'keep not biting your nails' is one.
six if i include sleeping more.
but they are not as eternally significant.
i am praying that i'll keep the ones that matter.
five if 'keep not biting your nails' is one.
six if i include sleeping more.
but they are not as eternally significant.
i am praying that i'll keep the ones that matter.
every ounce of confidence i have
the God who made the world
and everything in it
is the Lord of heaven and earth
and does not live in temples built by human hands.
and he is not served by human hands, as if he needed anything.
rather, he himself
gives
everyone
life and breath and everything else.
and everything in it
is the Lord of heaven and earth
and does not live in temples built by human hands.
and he is not served by human hands, as if he needed anything.
rather, he himself
gives
everyone
life and breath and everything else.
some people care too much, i think it's called love
since feeling is first
who pays any attention
to the syntax of things
will never wholly kiss you;
wholly to be a fool
while Spring is in the world
my blood approves,
and kisses are a better fate
than wisdom
lady i swear by all flowers. Don't cry
—the best gesture of my brain is less than
your eyelids' flutter which says
we are for each other: then
laugh, leaning back in my arms
for life's not a paragraph
And death i think is no parenthesis
- e.e. cummings
who pays any attention
to the syntax of things
will never wholly kiss you;
wholly to be a fool
while Spring is in the world
my blood approves,
and kisses are a better fate
than wisdom
lady i swear by all flowers. Don't cry
—the best gesture of my brain is less than
your eyelids' flutter which says
we are for each other: then
laugh, leaning back in my arms
for life's not a paragraph
And death i think is no parenthesis
- e.e. cummings
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