Mend my life!

Really beautiful light coming in the windows this past weekend. Light that reminded me so much of dark nights always giving way to the morning. That is a picture of hope - the defining feature of this season, the defining characteristic of moving from no God to deity in a manger. Light pushes in when we are still asleep and bends around everything in front of it to capture as much as it can in its glow. “Hope is chasing us.” I have hope in the tenderness of the Voice I hear in the silence when I have nothing left to give or say or do or pretend to be. It is feeble, but it is there. 

Psalm 73

 Whom have I in heaven but you?

    And earth has nothing I desire besides you.
26 My flesh and my heart may fail,
    but God is the strength of my heart
    and my portion forever.

Questions. Rituals.

 David Whyte reads "Sometimes"

SOMETIMES
by David Whyte

Sometimes
if you move carefully
through the forest,
breathing
like the ones
in the old stories,
who could cross
a shimmering bed of leaves
without a sound,
you come to a place
whose only task
is to trouble you
with tiny
but frightening requests,
conceived out of nowhere
but in this place
beginning to lead everywhere.
Requests to stop what
you are doing right now,
and
to stop what you
are becoming
while you do it,
questions
that can make
or unmake
a life,
questions
that have patiently
waited for you,
questions
that have no right
to go away.

How can you let curiosity move you forwards, rather than pulling you back into the past?

 

I think everything counts a little more than we think - Ada, The National

 

creating a work of beauty through brokenness

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“I have come to believe that unless we are making something, we cannot know the depths of God’s being and God’s grace permeating our lives and God’s creation.” - Art and Faith: A Theology of Making by Makoto Fujimura 

Laundry, a tinny experiment in 4-parts

 

Trot w a friend, snuggle w a babe, clouds.

I got all the parts I've wished for
I got everything I need
Sometimes I'm above water
But mostly I'm at sea

-Sylvan Esso, SlackJaw Me

Hustling.

 

 “Over the last decade my life has been almost exclusively pre-occupied by the desire for adventure, my mind relentlessly buzzing with plans for future journeys. And yet, as soon as my wish to disappear over the horizon into some remote corner of the planet is granted, my mind clings onto all the sentimental details of home and I find that my daydreams of escaping across wide open spaces are replaced not just by precious recollections of moments of affection with a loved one but by fond memories of family gatherings, jokes shared with siblings and time with friends. Expeditions temporarily empty my life of all but the basic concerns of eating, sleeping, travel and staying safe. Like clearing undergrowth from a garden to discover the outline of borders and flowerbeds underneath, reducing life to just the essentials reveals the fundamental structure that underpins the whole. I found that, with life at its most basic and my spirit stretched, what was most dear to me was memories of time spent with those I love. I take this as a clear indication that, above all else, this is what is important in my life. It was a lesson I had been taught before, but a lesson I needed to learn again. It was a lesson I needed to remember.”

― Felicity Aston, Alone in Antarctica: The First Woman To Ski Solo Across the Southern Ice 

And the peace of God - which surpasses all understanding - will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus. - Phillipians 4:7

 

Ari w canelé

Ari after bath, a series

@ikirejones

@scotterikson

c.s. lewis

coming to grips with identity, physical abuse 

In Taormina, a man wouldn’t paint my profile as a child because he said I had none. 🙃

Lijah knows what a brownie is now.

winter babies

watching them watching the marathon

he loves it

we cope with vintage when we say goodbye to the babies but it still hurts

rabbits = the trinity = tattoo ideas

he gets it

wipin butts is a gift 

elmwood park zoo

there’s a playground 5 ft. away but

first photo of mom - Lijah Jay

“_______”

“OWL!”

Someone told me lately Philly was too dirty for them. I said, “I dunno, it’s gritty. I like that.”