Just saw a picture, looks fresh.
Went to the grid last week! That ladder is a freaking workout!
Making pottery involves more than telling the clay what to become. The clay presses back on the potter’s hands, telling her what it can and cannot do- and if she fails to listen, the outcome will be both frail and ungainly. Engineering involves more than telling materials what they must do. If the engineer does not honor the nature of the steel or the wood or the stone, his failure will go well beyond aesthetics: the bridge or the building will collapse and put human life in peril. The human self also has a nature, limits as well as potentials.
Parker J. Palmer, “Receiving the Gift of Limits”
Waiting is a movement. People who wait have received a promise that allows them to wait. They have received something that is at work in them, like a seed that has started to grow. This is very important. We can only really wait if what we are waiting for has already begun for us. So waiting is never a movement from nothing to something. It is always a moving from something to something more.
Waiting is also active. Most of us think of waiting as something very passive, a hopeless state determined by events totally out of our hands. But none of this passivity marks the waiting in scripture. It is active, because in our waiting we know that something is growing from the ground on which we are standing. Active waiting means to be fully present to the moment in a conviction that something is happening where you are and you want to be present to it.
Henry Nouwen, “A Spirituality of Waiting” (via yesdarlingido)
There’s nothing so dangerous as a headstrong girl who knows her own mind.
Mary Yellan | Jamaica Inn (via thatkindofwoman)
I have been musing about life, and adventure, and the heart of it all.
I feel I haven’t found that yet, my heart in it all I mean. What is my passion, my soul, my color. When will God reveal to me the heart of my existence? I wish life was about simpler things then picking a major and working that the rest of our life. I wish life was about finding a field in Ireland and then find another one.
Today I feel extremely ordinary, my existence feels mediocre and unaccomplished… and in all of this mediocrity and stagnace I feel that I have lost my entire meaning. I am not mediocre… I want to shout that, like from a mountain top I want to remind the world and myself that I was never intended to live a simple life. I have always craved so much more than that. Something so much more beautiful that Canal Fulton, something so much more interesting that my classes as Kent Stark.
I am in a state of royal panic and… I want to be free.
And if God would coming skipping down from the heavens and enlighten me that would be just fantastic, thanks.
Re making some earnings that broke.