December 2010
13 posts
no more status quo.
this year im turning my new years resolutions into new years revolutions.
we're on the same page, buddy. →
There I was happily drawing my hero when my big brother Bob asked, “Why do you believe in God?” Just a simple question. But my mum panicked. “Bob,” she said in a tone that I knew meant, “Shut up.” Why was that a bad thing to ask? If there was a God and my faith was strong it didn’t matter what people said.
Oh…hang on. There is no God. He knows it, and she knows it deep down. It was as simple...
“every story is a love story.”
“there are all kinds of love in this world, but never the same love twice.”
– F. Scott Fitzgerald
but it’s tough to be moved with the holiday...
backstory.
i wish i could return to you the faith in the world you’ve given me.
….i feel like you need it more, but know that i appreciate every moment of this wonderful gift.
on the upside, it has a pay-it-forward sort of feel to it. as in perhaps you have to give first. perhaps that is the normal way of this sort of thing.
i’ll gladly bear the torch as you wait for it to come back...
“amor fati.”
– love thy fate.
replay.
i’m mentally flicking through life’s gallery of pictures and christ.
there are some things you just don’t
forget.
walking to class, freezing,
pushing my hair back from my face, breathless; everything in a flurry, hurry, slipping and sliding past one another through gasps and heavy swallows; pink cheeks and closed eyes.
finally, inside; sweet release. panting, we are still, reveling in glory of the moment as warm waves crash over and in through our very skin. tingling, flushed, exhilarated grins. sighs of relief, a quick stretch,...
one fell swoop.
its not the action, not this time.
its the aftermath.