Sometimes, i wrack my brain to figure out how i became the way i am. Then sometimes, i run across things like this, and it all becomes clear. Guess what my favorite comic was growing up?
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It is the glory of God to conceal things,
but the glory of kings is to search things out.
Proverbs 25:12
What an epic verse that i never remember reading before. Love this. Why can’t we get it in our heads that concealing things / not being 100% straight forward is not only a right – but a glorious attribute – of God? I love reminders like this that make me zoom out a little bit, and remember how small we are.
and when she stood, she stood tall.
I never, she never, we never looked back,
That wasn’t what we were good at
Don’t you frown when you’re feelin like that,
Only love can dig you out of this.
when he said
What a work of art. This album is definitely a new favorite… Anais Mitchell continues to set benchmarks and raise bars. Killer writing, both musically and lyrically.
When he said, when he said that he liked my cut of hair
I became a barber
When he said, when he said that my scent was eau de fleur
I became a perfumer
When he said, when he said that he liked the clothes I wore
I became a tailor
And I sewed a party dress
In and out and in and out
With a needle and a thread
In and out and in and out
In my head the thought of him
In and out, in and out and in
When he said, when he said he was leaving
I took up the violin
When he said, when he said that my body he’d not miss
I became a sculptress
When he said, when he said that my face he’d soon forget
I became a poet
And the fiddle and the bow
In and out and in and out
And the chiseling stone
In and out and in and out
And the fountain pen
In and out, in and out and in
Now that he’s gone away
There isn’t anyone to say if I’m a diamond or a dime a dozen
in an instant
“Death, too, had the power to awe — that a human being could be alive for years and years, thinking and breathing and eating, full of a million worries and feelings and thoughts, taking up space in the world, and then, in an instant, become absent, invisible.”
-Unaccustomed Earth
a mere few days.
In a mere few days i will stroll around SoHo, stare at the Flatiron, walk the High Line, eat my way through the Upper West Side, people watch in Madison Square Park, antique in Chelsea, revel at the treasures of the Pierpont Morgan library, and fiercely compare macarons & madelines.
I will gain vital inspiration from the likes of Paula Rubenstein, numerous Brooklyn artisans, and fresh Anthro windows.
I will drive through the endless hills of PA, and love every second of it.
I will remember things i’ve forgotten, and shed things that shouldn’t be so present in my mind. I will be reminded how insignificant i am, and how significant i sometimes wish i could be.
It has been far too long since i’ve been far away.
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God asks,
Will you love me even if there’s nothing in it for you?
But by the way, there is everything in it for us.
