on being where you ought.

mostly what I remember was the bird in the sanctuary,
sitting on the bench with ben,
clasping my fingers around your neck,
skanky legs,
and.
those
cornflower field
blue
slippers.

on still behaving shyly around eligible strangers.

I have a few things to say about this. (The photograph and others things.) Firstly, I did not take this picture. That acknowledgement goes to Johan Stolpe. Most of you know who the subject is.
Secondly, I'd like to give you some advice on walking trails with someone. If you love some one romantically, it's usually o.k. to let them know that. If you love some one platonically, it's usually even more o.k., too. What I have learned from many many days and hours and minutes is the importance of sweetness. What I mean is that if we are completely honest with ourselves there are a few handfulls of people on our trails that think, act, or do most exactly the same things as we do. More often than not, we may find ourselves trekking up and down hills with someone who has a little stronger opinions, or says weird things, or plays in the sand. We can either keep hiking or turn back in search of a traveling party who only eat marshmellows and wear Patagonia. Oftentimes, however, if we keep walking, or even just moving, our peculiar companions lead us to really great vistas, and greater sliding rocks, or the best kissing trees. So many times I have thought of turning back on this long journey to search for my marshmellow-loving, fleece-wearing strangers. But, I always meet the faces of my faithfully-opposite journeyers, especially one in particular, and I can't help but turn my heels and lengthen my stride to catch back up. There is always some thing more to show me just around that next bend.

60.

"A miracle is when the whole is greater than the sum of its parts. A miracles is where one plus one equals a thousand."

6. pick up sticks

1. What is the What. -David Eggers
2. New World Cafe. -88.1 Frequency Modulation
3. Trusting Soul. -Brian Andreas
4. Shiloh & Geoffrey. -Mr. and Mrs. Deitz/Jensen
5. Tiny Feathers.

I do not exist.

and ashamed, I whispered, "But Lord, all I have to offer You are these feeble hands and wandering feet and lustful heart and two dirty pocket pigeons."
so He took them.

a letter.

Dear Arianna,
Was there ever a time that I failed you? Have I ever forgotten to taken care of you? Have I ever lost faith? How many sparrows do you think you are worth, my child?
Rest, little bird.
Love,
Dad