A Word From ~ Aldous Huxley

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"In fact," said Mustapha Mond, "you're claiming the right to be unhappy." 

"All right then," said the Savage defiantly, "I'm claiming the right to be unhappy." 

The Better Ones & An Ending

As it has been nearly forever and a day since I have last visited here with intention to post, I thought I should finish the year out responsibly. Thankfully, a few rolls of recently developed film from my summer pet project {actual film photography via my vintage/refurbished minolta XG 1 camera}, I have a bit more meat this time than the typical literary blurb and corresponding image. 

Be gently dear reader...I am still as of yet a freshling to this film venture...

 

Here are the better of my first fruits:

{be sure to click on the images for full resolution}

'Til next year, friends...❤ 

A Word From ~ Oscar Wilde

"Still, I am conscious now that behind all this beauty, satisfying though it may be, there is some spirit hidden of which the painted forms and shapes are but modes of manifestations, and it is with this spirit that I desire to become in harmony."

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A Word From ~ Frederick Buechner

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"We have seen more than we let on, even to ourselves.
Through some moment of beauty or pain, some sudden turning of our lives, through some horror of the twelve o'clock news, some dream, some breakfast on the first and last of all our days, 

we catch glimmers at least of what the saints are blinded by. 

Only then, unlike the saints, more pigs always than heroes, we tend to go on as though nothing has happened.

To go on as though something  has happened even though we are not sure what is was or just where we are supposed to go with it, is to enter that dimension of life that religion is a word for."

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{via my recently finished copy of Buechner's "Alphabet of Grace"}

Perspective

Just think how happy you would be if you lost everything you have right now... 

...and then got it back again.

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Frances Rodman

{the power of conviction...one of God's greatest gifts...}

<> another year around the sun <>

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It was I who occurred

{more exactly emerged}

these many years ago

{so the story goes}

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but the truth be told, 

I am not old

In fact, I am still arriving...

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Note to Self

 

p.s.

 You are quiet the social imbecile.

...and really shouldn't be let out in public more than an hour at a time...

War is older than Mankind...

...But it's younger than Grace...

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Joe Pug

Happy Memorial Day...

sweet ~ simple ~ sadness

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...and just when you think you're finally a big girl and you can handle the world...

...you find out that a Luna Moths only lives 7 days after emerging from its cocoon...

...and it kinda just breaks your heart...

On This Day of Mothers...

...be sure to hug yours...

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In this world you will have trouble...

  
The world 

it can be so beautiful...

...but oh how quick it is to punish us 

when we think we know the depths 

of its cruelty...

Feline and Sir "So-Fine"

Just Sir Sean Connery inspecting a cat's paw...

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Happy Weekend, folks.

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that I can be comforted by the hand that chokes me

is the great irony of sin

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{somber ponderings on the human condition stirred up by the words of O'Connor, Lewis, et al.}

{perhaps I need to take time to reread the Anne of Green Gables series again...}

A(nother) Word From ~ Flannery O'Connor & The Friday that Brought Good

"The poet is traditionally a blind man, but the Christian poet, and storyteller as well, is like the blind man whom Christ touched, who looked then and saw men as if they were trees, but walking. This is the beginning of vision, and it is an invitation to deeper and stranger visions that we shall have to learn to accept if we want to realize a truly Christian literature.” 

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{today we remember...Acts 17:27-28}

From the Vault :: Mending Paste For Mothers

she holds the broken pieces in her aging hands
memories further shattered
by her children's play
forever breaking and remaking
what is important

another apron string sliced
cord cut
from her past
a quiet tear for what was
and what isn't
...anymore...


i'm sorry the past is so breakable
i'm sorry your hurts can't all be fixed with glue and kisses
...and mine can...

A Word From ~ Flannery O'Connor

"There is something in us, as storytellers and listeners to stories, that demands the redemptive act, that demands that what falls at least be offered the chance to be restored. The reader of today looks for this motion, and rightly so, but what he has forgotten is the cost of it. His sense of evil is diluted or lacking altogether, and so he has forgotten the price of restoration. When he reads a novel, he wants either his senses tormented or his spirits raised. He wants to be transported, instantly, either to mock damnation or mock innocence."

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Flannery O'Connor

The Musicbox

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I freed a song from a dusty box
Now a fitting vessel I seek
Feathers made of steel, a key with no lock
Who knew braille could create melody?

Love In All Its Loveliness

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❤ Play and Enjoy ❤ 
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❤ A Smorgasbord of Love ❤

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❤ >>> happy valentine's day <<< ❤