easy breakfast:

eggs, tomatoes, goat cheese & basil

fried in coconut oil

arranged as a sandwich (sloppy as it was)

& so good.

arise & go

I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,

And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made:

Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honeybee,

And live alone in the bee-loud glade.

And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,

Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;

There midnight's all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,

And evening full of the linnet's wings.

I will arise and go now, for always night and day

I hear the lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;

While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,

I hear it in the deep heart's core.

Yeats, The Lake Isle of Innisfree

simple life

knitting my aidez

eating granola for breakfast.

(in my new soft slippers)

my first typed letter :)

& a photo of me b/c i liked my hair that day...for good measure.

more days than less, i like simplicity.

it's easier that way i guess.

loving what you have & who you're with.

there's still room to dream & adventure & go go go,

but days just feel so nice when you're satisfied.

if only it were an easy feeling to call up.

it's one of those that when you don't have it,

it so hard to find.

but once you do have it, you almost feel complacent.

no matter,

i still love the feeling of peace.

perfect love.

lookie what i got

i've been looking for one for a while & came by a decently-priced one in a thrift store.

best. find.

now learning all the ins & outs of typewriters:

wonderful :)
gets good at 2:58.

where i want to head to next:

;)

scenes of a room

..with a view. :)

the best part of my room here is the windows.

i can't get enough of them,

their light,

and the view they give.

just lovely.

new music mix:

the deep blue sea. from suchasoul on 8tracks Radio.

relaxed.

my latest sweater.

it's soft & comfy.

relax by ririko

perfect person

I would rather be what God chose to make me than the most perfect person that I can think of; for to have been though about, born in God's thought, and then made by God, is the dearest, grandest, and most precious thing ever.

C.S. Lewis

what joy.

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cleaning.

time to clean out the ol' Bible.

yay treasures.

i find rest in You.

Matthew 11:28-30

Ah rest, there is nothing sweeter.

The peace that fills you,

the joy that bubbles up,

and that feeling of being sustained,

being whole,

being pure,

being right with Him.

There is absolutely nothing like it in the world.

Nothing.

Without His hope,

His love,

His utter goodness,

there's nothing.

neighbor.

Love to one's neighbor has the very perfection of the eternal. Is it really perfection belonging to love that its object is the superior, the remarkable, the unique? I should thik that this would be a perfection of the object, and the perfection of the object would evoke a subtle suspicion concerning the perfection of the love. Is it an excellence in your love that it can love only the extraordinary, the rare? I should think it would be a merit belonging to the extraordinary and the rare, and that it is extraordinary and rare, but not a merit of the love for it. Are you not of the same opinion? Have you never meditate upon God's love? if it were love's merit to love the extraordinary, the God would be--if I dare say so---perplexed, for to him the extraordinary does not exist at all. The merit of being able to love only the extraordinary is therefore more like an accusation, not against the extraordinary nor against love, but against the love which can love love only the extraordinary.

-Soren Kierkegaard

wine, knitting & rain.

evening-time.

"Hope knows that if great trials are avoided great deeds remain undone and the possibility of growth into greatness of soul is aborted."

-Brennan Manning

hope; the ultimate anchor.

I love that verse,

that hope anchors the soul.

That God swore on Himself (a promise to Abraham)

so that he would know it was truth.

It's one of those things, that if you don't have it, you desperately miss it,

even if you don't know what you're missing.

Life without hope is pointless and fleeting and just plain exhausting.

Without hope, where's the push for the day-to-day things that you have to do.

Why would you do it, without hope of something?

I find I'm dumbfounded when confronted with a life like that,

a life that goes on and on never changing or growing...

The simplest description is that it's boring,

but more importantly it's lacking..

You could almost say it lacks life.

That "we have this as a sure and steadfast anchor of the soul, a hope that enters into the inner place behind the curtain, where Jesus has gone as a forerunner on our behalf."

the h o p e of being near Him always.

Hebrews 6:13-20

spring.

Mortals, join the happy chorus,

which the morning stars began.

simply put.

“It is a fearful thing to hate whom God hath loved. To look upon another – his weaknesses, his sins, his faults, his defects – is to look upon one who is suffering. He is suffering from negative passions, from the same sinful human corruption from which you yourself suffer. This is very important, do not look upon him with judgmental eyes of comparison, noting the sins you assume you’d never commit. Rather, see him as a fellow sufferer, a fellow human being who is in need of the very healing of which you are in need. Help him, love him, pray for him – do unto him as you would have him do unto you.”

St. Tikhon of Zadonsk