My Holy Book

love:

Castile by Louise Gluck

Orange blossoms blowing over Castile
children begging for coins

I met my love under an orange tree
or was it an acacia tree
or was he not my love?

I read this, then I dreamed this:
can waking take back what happened to me?
Bells of San Miguel
ringing in the distance
his hair in the shadows blond-white

I dreamed this,
does that mean it didn’t happen?
Does it have to happen in the world to be real?

I dreamed everything, the story
became my story:

he lay beside me,
my hand grazed the skin of his shoulder

Mid-day, then early evening:
in the distance, the sound of a train

But it was not the world:
in the world, a thing happens finally, absolutely,
the mind cannot reverse it.

Castile: nuns walking in pairs through the dark garden.
Outside the walls of the Holy Angels
children begging for coins

When I woke I was crying,
has that no reality?

I met my love under an orange tree:
I have forgotten
only the facts, not the inference—
there were children, somewhere, crying, begging for coins

I dreamed everything, I gave myself
completely and for all time

And the train returned us
first to Madrid
then to the Basque country

Life and How to Survive It (according to Mr. Tan)

From a wise and very funny Singaporean. (Thanks Sandra Yu for the tip)

“Rather, I exhort you to love another human being. It may seem odd for me to tell you this. You may expect it to happen naturally, without deliberation. That is false. Modern society is anti-love. We’ve taken a microscope to everyone to bring out their flaws and shortcomings. It far easier to find a reason not to love someone, than otherwise. Rejection requires only one reason. Love requires complete acceptance. It is hard work – the only kind of work that I find palatable.

Loving someone has great benefits. There is admiration, learning, attraction and something which, for the want of a better word, we call happiness. In loving someone, we become inspired to better ourselves in every way. We learn the truth worthlessness of material things. We celebrate being human. Loving is good for the soul.

Loving someone is therefore very important, and it is also important to choose the right person. Despite popular culture, love doesn’t happen by chance, at first sight, across a crowded dance floor. It grows slowly, sinking roots first before branching and blossoming. It is not a silly weed, but a mighty tree that weathers every storm.

You will find, that when you have someone to love, that the face is less important than the brain, and the body is less important than the heart.

You will also find that it is no great tragedy if your love is not reciprocated. You are not doing it to be loved back. Its value is to inspire you.”

<3<3<3

spending time with family on thanksgiving makes me the best kind of mushy inside.

Oh, what a catastrophe, what a maiming of love when it was made personal, merely personal feeling. This is what is the matter with us: we are bleeding at the roots because we are cut off from the earth and sun and stars. Love has become a grinning mockery because, poor blossom, we plucked it from its stem on the Tree of Life and expected it to keep on blooming in our civilized vase on the table.

—D. H. Lawrence

thanks jen jen, you know me well.

Bon Iver, Skinny Love
Footage from “Sunrise: A Song of Two Humans”
Video by Kat Clark
Inspiration from Siri

Via Siri, for my loves Becky, Charlotte, Marianne, Jillee, and Mei.

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Was feeling discouraged tonight until I heard this crazy awesome message from Sarah Kersten. You never fail to cheer me <3<3<3

Play count: 10

April, come she will.

listening to "Mirah - Mt. St.Helens" »

You were hotter to me than the sun That burned me up the day we went To mount saint helens

listening to "Adele - Daydreamer - Live @ the Roxy 5/21/2008" »

He is a real lover / Of making up the past and feeling up his girl / Like he’s never felt her figure before

En el mundo existen muy buenas ideas. Hay don quijotes y dulcineas. Hay sexo en el bano, sexo en el cama. Sexo sin ropa, sexo en pijama.

Hay cosas reales y melodramas. Hay laberintos y crucigramas. Hay chiste en llamadas que nadie contesta. Hay muchas preguntas y pocas respuestas.

Hay gente valiente, gente con miedo. Gento que el mundo no le importa un bledo. Gente parada, gente sentada. Gente sonando y gente despertando…

Hay gente que nace, gente que muere. Hay gente que odia, y gente que quiere. En este mundo hay mucha gente. Pero. pero. pero.

No hay nadie como tu. No hay nadie como tu mi amor. No hay nadie como tu.

So much truth.

“Tell your story of who you are with your whole heart.”

“You cannot selectively numb. When we numb those [bad feelings] we numb joy, we numb gratitude, we numb happiness.”

“Let ourselves be seen, deeply seen, vulnerably seen.”

“Practice gratitude, lean into joy.”