I have a deep desire to share. I resist closed doors and blank walls. I love to write, but for two years all I can get down on paper are love letters to my son. It can be frustrating, having so much to say, feeling soggy from too much experience. Soggy from all the happy tears and splashy sink baths. Soggy & tired. Tired from … Continue reading Long embraces and less abbreviations.
………………………………………………………… notion Syllabification: no·tion Pronunciation: /ˈnōSHən / NOUN 1A conception of or belief about something: SYNONYMS 2An impulse or desire, especially one of a whimsical kind: ………………………………………………………… I tend to hold tight to certain beliefs, but take care not to adopt too many. I do this because I enjoy staying open to the possibility that perhaps there is something, somewhere that I have overlooked. Some fact … Continue reading It’s got to have he(art).
I absolutely love idioms. Things like, Stay the course, and Keep your eye’s peeled. I love that they ring out from years and years of consistent historical change, but the expressions themselves never do. I love the random and strange language of them, and that you can tell where a person is from when they use one or another in particular. And I love that when … Continue reading Things on paper.
Over the last twenty years, I have collected hundreds of images. And in that time they have started to look different to me or to say something new. Either way, they have defined moments in my life and given me new ways to feel about the things that I could not change. They have even acted on behalf of my memory, kindly replacing the characters from … Continue reading Life of Pie & Corresponding Theories on Memory.
There is a space between, open like a green belt, in the midst of all our choices I figure. It is a space to first be quiet, and then make a move forward or back or to the side. In this space, we are free to remain still however, with reality on one side and romance on the other. Both are possible in this open space, … Continue reading The space between romance & reality.
These last few weeks have given themselves over, lush with experiences that started my heart strings strummin’. It is here that I wish to share with you all the places and faces. However, now that I sit, trying to string together a proper time line, it has become a mental windstorm, moving memories around and creating quite a mess. What follows is the result; a … Continue reading “Love is friendship set on fire.”
“In Rome, during the third century, it is rumored that a priest serving under the emperor Claudius II went rogue, making himself a legend. His name was Valentine, and after a law was passed banning marriage in an effort to strengthen the troops frame of mind, Valentine continued to preform marriages in secret. Once discovered, the priest was sentenced to death and spent his last days publicly worshipped by all the young couples that he had helped.”
Continue reading The mysterious history of Valentine’s Day.
It occurred to me, after this most tumultuous first of the year, that our passions do not only keep us moving, but can get us moving again. Seraphim Fire has been burning all this time, and I have been sitting against it, trying to find the way to push forward, and get back to work. Continue reading The passion to keep on moving. Growth from the letters.