Sometimes stories of our soul need a place to sit.

This is my dad. He’s the best.

Mon, 17 Jun 2013 09:21:05 -0400

This is my dad. He’s the best.

"I’ve tucked away a book in a dusty shelf of a coffee shop, waiting for that day it will come..."

Tue, 21 May 2013 10:41:03 -0400

“I’ve tucked away a book in a dusty shelf of a coffee shop, waiting for that day it will come alive in my hands. Every now and again, I check to see it’s there, still waiting. One day, the sun will shine and the rain will fall and I’ll sit, cup in hand, inside this terrarium of crumbling plaster and patchwork colors, and enter the world it’s holding for me.”

"Emotions have both expressive function as well as an instrumental function."

Mon, 29 Apr 2013 14:19:46 -0400

“Emotions have both expressive function as well as an instrumental function.”

- Richmont

"Try giving up on true love. I dare you. You’ll find yourself sinking till you finally give into the..."

Mon, 29 Apr 2013 09:22:00 -0400

“Try giving up on true love. I dare you. You’ll find yourself sinking till you finally give into the tide that pulls you under and you become one with the ebb and flow of grace.”

Just a flower

Thu, 25 Apr 2013 11:17:03 -0400

I’m packing boxes again and it’s overwhelming how that brings existential concerns and confessions.

I try to tell myself that it’s all part of the living, this losing. It doesn’t make it any less painful. I see the hours, minutes, slowly falling from the clock, and I try to slow them. But, they have somewhere else to be, and I can’t stop time. He’s too slippery, dodging each attempt I make to convince him to pause one second more.

It’s just a flower, breathing and bleeding into air that will soon take it’s luster. It will soon be just a shell of a memory and I’ll dry it and put in a vase until it’s too fragile and crumples, till all I’m left with is colored dust.

Walking every single blog in New York City

Fri, 22 Mar 2013 09:29:43 -0400

Walking every single blog in New York City

"As I arise today, may the strength of God pilot me, the power of God uphold me, the wisdom of God..."

Sun, 17 Mar 2013 21:43:01 -0400

“As I arise today,
may the strength of God pilot me,
the power of God uphold me,
the wisdom of God guide me.
May the eye of God look before me,
the ear of God hear me,
the word of God speak for me.
May the hand of God protect me,
the way of God lie before me,
the shield of God defend me,
the host of God save me.
May Christ shield me today.
Christ with me, Christ before me,
Christ behind me,
Christ in me, Christ beneath me,
Christ above me,
Christ on my right, Christ on my left,
Christ when I lie down, Christ when I sit,
Christ when I stand,
Christ in the heart of everyone who thinks of me,
Christ in the mouth of everyone who speaks of me,
Christ in every eye that sees me,
Christ in every ear that hears me.
Amen”

- Prayer of St. Patrick

One more time with feeling.

Fri, 08 Mar 2013 17:03:46 -0500

One more time with feeling.

"LORD, Catch us off guard today. Surprise us with some moment of beauty or pain so that at least for..."

Fri, 22 Feb 2013 12:28:17 -0500

“

LORD,
Catch us off guard today. Surprise us with some moment of beauty or pain so that at least for a moment we will be startled into seeing that YOU ARE HERE in all your splendor, always and everywhere. Barely hidden, beneath, beyond, with this life we breathe. When we meet as men and women, help us to see beneath the difference of sex to our common needs, so that we may fully love and serve each other. Open our hearts to the knowledge that beneath our hunger lies a deeper hunger yet, a deeper emptiness which only you can fill. Open our hearts to the knowledge that we can be fully each others only when we are fully yours.

Come Lord Jesus.

Amen

”

- Thank you. An email long ago. A prayer passed down. A hope still.

Icon of the Holy Trinity, written by St. Andrei Rublev for the...

Wed, 20 Feb 2013 12:01:31 -0500

Icon of the Holy Trinity, written by St. Andrei Rublev for the Cathedral of the Holy Trinity, Trinity Monastery, Sergiev Posad, Russia, c. 1410.

I keep scrolling up and down to look at this. Mesmerizing.

Fri, 08 Feb 2013 13:56:28 -0500

I keep scrolling up and down to look at this. Mesmerizing.

Hannah Brencher: Take These Sunken Eyes and Learn to See

Mon, 04 Feb 2013 15:44:00 -0500

Hannah Brencher: Take These Sunken Eyes and Learn to See

4th one down will always be a doozy.

Mon, 04 Feb 2013 15:39:00 -0500

Home Alone – Radio City Music Hall, New York

reakfast at Tiffany’s – Tiffany & Co., New York

You’ve Got Mail – Cafe Lalo, New York

You’ve Got Mail – Riverside Park, New York

Ghost – Federal Hall, New York

The Boondock Saints – Toronto

4th one down will always be a doozy.

This is the song for today.

Wed, 30 Jan 2013 12:36:57 -0500

This is the song for today.

"I’m not very responsible about making new year’s resolution, but here’s an..."

Tue, 29 Jan 2013 11:07:42 -0500

“I’m not very responsible about making new year’s resolution, but here’s an intention for this year.
Visit the ocean once a month.
It’s the loving thing to do.”

Pure magic Monday. Set to a rainy day and a lot of spreadsheets.

Mon, 14 Jan 2013 10:23:16 -0500

Pure magic Monday. Set to a rainy day and a lot of spreadsheets.

The Swimming Song | Vetizer

Fri, 11 Jan 2013 20:22:00 -0500

The Swimming Song | Vetizer

"[People] invent means and methods of coming at God’s love, they learn rules and set up devices to..."

Fri, 11 Jan 2013 18:13:24 -0500

“[People] invent means and methods of coming at God’s love, they learn rules and set up devices to remind them of that love, and it seems like a world of trouble to bring oneself into the consciousness of God’s presence. Yet it might be so simple. Is it not quicker and easier just to do our common business wholly for the love of him?”

- Brother Lawrence

Agujero

Tue, 08 Jan 2013 23:44:57 -0500

A hole. Sometimes it baffles me. The english language. Whole and hole. Complete opposites, but they sound exactly the same. If I was only listening, I might mistake one for the other. Is it a question of perspective?

I get this terrible feeling sometime. As if I’m losing everything. As if it’s all dark and my fingers are slipping, trying to grasp by a pinky. And, then a sudden plunge. It’s deep. There’s not a place to ground my feet. I’m just falling. En caida al agujero.

In the darkness, hole and whole look the same.

But, this hole, perhaps it’s the next step toward wholeness. Perhaps the ground I land on will lead me to the light. Theres’s a strength to falling.

"Do you ever wake up and feel gratitude growing from your toes rooting your heart to hope?"

Sun, 06 Jan 2013 14:27:02 -0500

“Do you ever wake up and feel gratitude growing from your toes rooting your heart to hope?”