February 2012
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God wrote, “I love you” - he wrote it in the sky, and on the earth, and under the sea. He wrote his message everywhere! Because God created everything in his world to reflect him like a mirror - to show us what he is like, to help us know him, to make our hearts sing. - The first paragraph of The Jesus Storybook Bible by Sally Lloyd-Jones
Feb 29th
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Sailboats She stared at them, as though trying to take in every line and every crease- retain everything in the recesses of her mind.  “If we hold our hands together tightly enough, we can hear our heartbeats,” she said.  It was always this way with her; everything was always a magical Perhaps land, waiting to be discovered. When will she see that we cannot live this...
Feb 28th
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Useful in most contexts, really
1. Be there. 100%.  2. Listen. 3. See the details.
Feb 25th
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Headlights
Something is closing inside us, not a door but a window, followed  by the finality of curtains obliterating a sky long bruised by night and steely wet with stars. - An excerpt of the poem Headlights by Cyril Wong I don’t think I could have summed it up better. Asking me to feel like I once did is like trying to resurrect a cadaver. Impossible, messy and unnecessary. 
Feb 25th
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A Blade of Grass
You ask for a poem. I offer you a blade of grass. You say it is not good enough. You ask for a poem. I say this blade of grass will do. It has dressed itself in frost, It is more immediate Than any image of my making. You say it is not a poem, It is a blade of grass and grass Is not quite good enough. I offer you a blade of grass. You are indignant. You say it is too easy to offer grass. It is...
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The Layers by Stanley Kunitz
The Layers I have walked through many lives, some of them my own, and I am not who I was, though some principle of being abides, from which I struggle not to stray. When I look behind, as I am compelled to look before I can gather strength to proceed on my journey, I see the milestones dwindling toward the horizon and the slow fires trailing from the abandoned camp-sites, over which scavenger...
Feb 18th
WatchWatch
istillshootfilm: Film: Not Dead Yet Full Article:  What film photography still has to offer - CNN.com
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Feb 9th
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“A poet looks at the world as a man looks at a woman.”
– Wallace Stevens (via bodasdesangre)
Feb 9th
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“We are living in remarkable days. No time to waste.”
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ListenLove, Where is Your Fire?  - Brooke Fraser Love,...
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