For a Steady Life

Pen to paper
Foot to floor
Courage now, darling
It’s safe to hope for more
Find freedom in the grace
That holds us all together
Storms pass with rolling wind
And it can all be weathered
Speak your peace
Make your art
I know the dangers of a broken heart
But it’s still beating
Beneath your hesitant skin
And it’s in the darkened brokenness
That the dawn’s rising will begin
Hold fast
Breathe deep
The mess of burning colour before you
Is becoming masterpiece

Breath

May there be a Spirit that speaks

For me

When my heart stands so silent

Beneath

The skin that I’ve been standing in

Seeing

Each moment of heaven and hurt

Between

All the lifeless, listless

Ordinary

That I fear I am, that I fear I’ve become

The Card

I have received many gifts from my mother over the years. Some gifts I count and keep, others I blindly accept without fully acknowledging their worth. She has surprised me with a full range of gifts, both material and beyond: a leather jacket she found on sale; a long hug after a hard day; a hot cup of coffee in the middle of studying for midterms; a new notebook (because she knows I always love another); a knowing look shot across the room.

But one of my favourite gifts from my mother was a bundle of hair elastics.

How the hair elastics became such a significant gift is a rather unnecessary story, with the exception of one detail – the card she attached to them. She filled the entire blank space with tender words of wisdom, but I find my favourite part in this one phrase:

“These hair elastics are to remind both of us to love even if an action is unlovely…”

I think I love words so much because my mother has always found ways to make life poetic.

To this day, when I tie my hair back in a hair elastic, I remember to love, even if an action is unlovely.

Thank you, Mama.

Home Again, Gone Again

Oh, that rambling man,

He’s burnin’ white hot down that highway

Tryin’ to make it to some hideaway

And finally rest his head

But shadows run faster than the world’s fastest man

So there ain’t no holding still

They’re even perched on the windowsill

When he awakes next morning

But there ain’t no time for mourning

For this ol’ rambling man

The bags are packed; his eyes are set

On the faintest of horizons

He don’t think that she’s gonna mind it

When she wakes to find him gone

‘Cause he was never really there,

That ol’ rambling man—

Only a scattered soul sent running scared.

Never really cared

Enough to set the story straight,

Never cared enough to wait

For someone else’s timing

And that sweet, sweet horizon is

Calling him away

So it’s out on the red dirt roads

For the second time this year

Thinks he’s gonna find “it” here

When he comes knockin’ at a new door

But the peace of a man knows more

Than to befriend a bitter shadow

So no sleep until tomorrow

Or maybe the day after…

Samwise’s Stirring Speech

101 Books

This is one of my favorite scenes from the three Lord of the Rings movies. This one comes from The Two Towers, and I know it has a little Hollywood screenwriting trickery here.

Though a good portion of Sam’s speech does actually appear in the novel, this particular scene does not. In fact, Sam’s monologue about stories happens in Shelob’s cave–correct me if I’m wrong.

But, still, it’s such a great scene. And a lot of the dialogue is actually in the book.

Such a great, great film. Enjoy this classic scene from The Two Towers.

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