Words of wisdom from Anna, a six year old girl and her older friend, Fynn…
“…God made man in his own image, not in shape, not in intelligence, not in eyes or ears, not in hands or feet, but in this total inwardness. In here was the image of God. It isn’t the Devil in humanity that makes man a lonely creature, its his godlikeness. Its the fullness of the Good that can’t get out or find its proper ‘other place’ that makes for loneliness.”
The city awaits
Like a held breath and butterflies.
A longing of which
The anticipation is half the pleasure.
Familiar territory made strange by absence,
Laden with memory,
Exotic with change.
…
I will come again to your streets
Much-paced,
Long-lingered,
Where I will be free once more
To lay bare the secrets you once exhaled,
Whispered to a younger soul
Much lighter than mine.
…
My feet are no strangers to your streets,
Nor my eyes to your sight.
But who it was that took them there is a mystery
That I alone cannot fathom.
Change, when it is not height,
Can only be measured
By omniscience and eternity.
…
And so it is that I come;
An estranged wife,
A tourist in my own hometown,
A vagabond who dropped something
And came back to search.
There are glimpses of me
But only as I see her:
T-shirt in winter
And him:
Hairwaxed swagger
And them:
Wizened hands sticky,
Still fishing, still selling,
Unchanging.
…
Change, when it is not height,
Can only be measured
In light of the
Unchanging – not because it is simple,
But already taller than height,
Wider than width,
Deeper than depth –
Perfection.
…
And so I leave those streets behind.
There where the unknown meets the unseen,
The is meets what has been,
And what will be, will be…
I Am.
I know a lot of people who are reading/have read William Young’s “The Shack”, so thought it might be helpful to give a link to a blog review someone else recommended. In my limited understanding and opinion, it appears quite well-balanced and worth a look.
You can read it here
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Recently, I made it to the end of my 365 blog of things to be thankful for and tonight heralds the end to yet another chapter of my life in this past year. Just over a year ago, I embarked upon a journey to Stars Hollow, home of the American TV series of “The Gilmore Girls”.
Tonight I watched the finale.
It has been quite a journey of ups and downs, thrills and spills and – well, quite frankly – its been an on-going obsession. Don’t worry this blogpost does not contain any spoilers – I nearly fell out with my housemate over my OCD-level of determination not to hear even a scrap of information that might spoil the end of the 7 season, 42 disc, 154 epoisode, 6160 minutes of my favouritest pick-me-up television EVER.
EVER.
I don’t know how to sum up just how much I loved-slash-hated-slash-loved-to-hate-and-hated-to-love these 40 minute-long escapes into small town America, but, I couldn’t let this rollercoaster of emotions end without a brief word about the ride.
Numerous conversations about the witty cynicism, the will-they-won’t-they, the how-could-she/he-do-that?s… Several late nights and lazy weekends (I think my record was 10am til 7pm only breaking to shower and eat). Heck, I even saw a book shop in Paris and my first thought was that Rory would love it.
I know it sounds crazy, but let me have just this one obsession? Many others are addicted to far more technicoloured dream-series than this. And this one… This one is worth it.
My only regret is that now that I have lived it, I can never again watch with fresh eyes.
This is not ‘goodbye’, Rory. Its just ‘See you later’…
…
See you later.
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