Friday, November 21, 2014

Go figure

Sometimes when you hear a story that doesn't make any fucking sense, it's not because life can get really inexplicably weird at times, it's just because the story isn't true.


re: Psalm 143:8

I've been feeling somewhat strangely and inherently optimistic these past few weeks, kinda like something beautiful is coming my way and everything is all right in the world, and today is going to be a good day...Like when I get home there will be a surprise package at my door and someone will be waiting, happy to see me.  That's a pretty nice feeling, for about four seconds.  Then it's just a nuisance, like an adorable puppy that won't stop pulling at your shoelaces. 

Lucky I'm wearing clogs today.

Thursday, November 20, 2014

Wednesday, November 19, 2014

No shame

Chicken skin, for dinner.

Hot tub, for therapeutic benefits.

Home, for the love of everything I hold dear...I'll hold it as close as I can, even if it sometimes feels very far from where I am.

Life is good. I can't deny that, and why would I want to?

Sometimes we just have to dance

Sunday, November 16, 2014

When the cold sets in

Winter scares me a little.  I like that.

And I love this: 

(...followed, strangely, by this:


Friday, November 14, 2014

For it is in giving that we receive.

“You can give without loving, but you can never love without giving. The great acts of love are done by those who are habitually performing small acts of kindness. We pardon to the extent that we love. Love is knowing that even when you are alone, you will never be lonely again. The great happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved. Loved for ourselves and even loved in spite of ourselves.”
– Victor Hugo, Les Miserables