It’s been a year…
It’s been a year since it happened.
Who knew, that in just a year; just one year, everything could change?
Who knew that I’d come awash in the glory again? In the splendor?
I must certainly assure you, my good fellow, that it was not anticipated.
So much has become, in such little time gone by.
Perhaps it is not the new, but a slight variety of the old. A new, unending happiness.
A new, mere mortal, Me.
All of life’s intricate designs seen in a new light.
All of the moments; beautiful.
Do not, no, never, take one bit for granted.
For in the eyes of the Lord, may we see.
When faced with two choices, simply toss a coin. It works not because it settles the question for you, but because in that brief moment when the coin is in the air, you suddenly know what you are hoping for.
Flocks of Birds
Flying, floating, dancing in the air. Existing without cause. Living without worry. Bliss.
Lord, make me a channel of thy peace,
that where there is hatred, I may bring love;
that where there is wrong, I may bring the spirit of forgiveness;
that where there is discord, I may bring harmony;
that where there is error, I may bring truth;
that where there is doubt, I may bring faith;
that where there is despair, I may bring hope;
that where there are shadows, I may bring light;
that where there is sadness, I may bring joy.
Lord, grant that I may seek rather to comfort than to be comforted;
to understand, than to be understood;
to love, than to be loved.
For it is by self-forgetting that one finds.
It is by forgiving that one is forgiven.
It is by dying that one awakens to Eternal Life.
-Saint Francis of Assisi
(Source: stupiduglylove)
Maybe it’s more like you said before, all of us being cracked open. Like, each of starts out as a watertight vessel. And these things happen—these people leave us, or don’t love us, or don’t get us, or we don’t get them, and we lose and fail and hurt one another. And the vessel starts to crack open in places. And I mean, yeah, once the vessel cracks open, the end becomes inevitable. Once it starts to rain inside the Osprey, it will never be remodeled. But there is all this time between when the cracks start to open up and when we finally fall apart. And it’s only in that time that we can see one another, because we see out of ourselves through our cracks and into others through theirs. When did we see each other face-to-face? Not until you saw into my cracks and I saw into yours. Before that, we were just looking at ideas of each other, like looking at your window shade but never seeing inside. But once the vessel cracks, the light can get in. The light can get out.
(via effyeahnerdfighters)
Waterfall.
Ever running forward. Ever racing backward.
(Source: thelovethatgotaway)
Well, I’ll tell ya.’ In all my years I never seen, heard, nor smelled an issue so dangerous it couldn’t be talked about!
