Thursday, February 11, 2010
Are We There Yet?
Life is a process, not an event. So don't be discouraged by the next step – think of how it will prepare you for the moments to come.
Monday, February 8, 2010
Aah, Love
Love is so beautiful. Real love. Pure love. True love.
Even when I am being ripped to ribbons by love's disappointments, simply seeing love work out for others makes me want to sing.
Don't get me wrong, too much of others' soppiness is certainly nauseating. I recently saw the film Bright Star about a love affair between the 19th Century poet John Keats and a young lady named Fanny Brawne. Well. The extravagance of their swooning got sickly sweet after the first 90 minutes of the film. But that's a side of love usually only visible to the lovers.
I don't understand how anyone can be contemptuous about love. Or cynical and bitter about love. Even when you might not have it yourself, surely seeing the presence of even a little more in the lives of others is cause for celebration?!
Aah, love. I wish I could fly about with Cupid's bow and arrows, granting the purest desires of each heart.
Even when I am being ripped to ribbons by love's disappointments, simply seeing love work out for others makes me want to sing.
Don't get me wrong, too much of others' soppiness is certainly nauseating. I recently saw the film Bright Star about a love affair between the 19th Century poet John Keats and a young lady named Fanny Brawne. Well. The extravagance of their swooning got sickly sweet after the first 90 minutes of the film. But that's a side of love usually only visible to the lovers.
I don't understand how anyone can be contemptuous about love. Or cynical and bitter about love. Even when you might not have it yourself, surely seeing the presence of even a little more in the lives of others is cause for celebration?!
Aah, love. I wish I could fly about with Cupid's bow and arrows, granting the purest desires of each heart.
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Live Like We're Dying
I was listening to the radio this morning and Kris Allen's song, "Live Like We're Dying", made me imagine several absurd situations.
I do admire the sentiments of the song - it's always good to be reminded not to take life too seriously and to take risks; chase your dreams.
But then I imagine what would happen if I really just quit my job and started writing day and night. If I just went up to that girl and gave her a kiss she'd never forget. If I just gave away all I had and went missioning in deepest darkest Africa.
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
Heartflicks
I've started a film review blog, because I like chatting about movies that I've seen, but I have very different taste to most of my friends.
So Heartflicks gives my thoughts and movie reviews on the films I see. Would enjoy any comments.
So Heartflicks gives my thoughts and movie reviews on the films I see. Would enjoy any comments.
Monday, January 4, 2010
Mastering the Art of Blogging
I recently saw the film, Julie and Julia, which I would highly recommend!! The one thing that struck me while watching the movie, besides the mouthwatering food and Meryl Streep's incredible human chameleon-ness, was that Julie Powell's blog began with a purpose.
She wrote with a plan and deadline in mind that kept her writing accountable and consistent. So here's to a year of blogging purposefully and regularly! 2010 beware!!
She wrote with a plan and deadline in mind that kept her writing accountable and consistent. So here's to a year of blogging purposefully and regularly! 2010 beware!!
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
A Plea
Would it be weird if I spoke to you in verse
For all our lives – from the chapel to the hearse
Would you like me more if I just made you smile
And never got deeper in the hurt and the trial
I can be funny but I am too serious about you
To risk a mistake coming between us two
Please don’t say I’ve missed my last chance
To teach your heart and soul to dance.
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
Life of a Cherry Blossom
One blossom echoing all of life
Through spring and autumn both joy and strife
From bud to bloom to ailing grip
From forceful flow to drying drip
Bearing fruit; spreading pleasant scent
Vigorously fulfilling its purpose meant
Till death takes hold and plucks with violent rip
But in descent the spirit wind softens the trip
And gently laid upon the ground
Snuggling into the rest it’s found
Bloom looks unto the ripening seed it’s sown
Seeing the blossomed tree to which it’s grown
And though the blossoms fade the fruit remains
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