Taken by the Wind
A home for the soul.
Saturday, September 16, 2023
Monday, March 27, 2017
The Center of the City
Every time I see of picture of Notre Dame I'm reminded of the small apartment were we stayed. Clear as day I can see it in the edge of any photo. Listening to the bells playing in the morning, and the lines form in the afternoon. An endless summer was spent in those days sitting and in the shadow of the Notre Dame.
Thursday, April 9, 2015
The Sound of Settling
"I could hear my heart beating. I could hear everyone's heart. I could hear the human noise we sat there making, not one of us moving, not even when the room went dark." - Raymond Carver
Tuesday, March 24, 2015
Bleeding Love
“I wondered if that was how forgiveness budded; not with the fanfare of epiphany, but with pain gathering its things, packing up, and slipping away unannounced in the middle of the night.”
—Khaled Hosseini, The Kite Runner
An old favorite book of mine from long ago.
—Khaled Hosseini, The Kite Runner
An old favorite book of mine from long ago.
Thursday, July 10, 2014
Moving North
I'm trying to fathom moving to a place exactly opposite of where I grew up, opposite of everything I know. Now that I'm here in Utah without Andrew, Utah is beginning to feel foreign and dry. I think I'm ready. I look at the plants growing by the road and expect them to be wild flowers, not desert bushes. Driving down the freeway, I'm shocked by the amount of buildings and road I can see. I've begun to need the dense trees, need the green, needing the water that appears just around the corner. I'm finally ready. I need change.
Sunday, May 25, 2014
I've been Afraid of Changing
"I'm restless.
Things are calling
Me away. My hair is
Being pulled by the
Stars again."
-Anais Nin
Summer is here. And so am I.
Things are calling
Me away. My hair is
Being pulled by the
Stars again."
-Anais Nin
Summer is here. And so am I.
Tuesday, March 5, 2013
June on the West Coast
"There is a language older by far and deeper than words. It is the language of bodies, of body on body, wind on snow, rain on trees, wave on stone. It is the language of dream, gesture, symbol, memory. We have forgotten this language. We do not even remember that is exists." --Derrick Jensen
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