courage. on Flickr.
And you forgot that even the bravest of us still weep.
To Be A Song; poem 48
stubborn joy on Flickr.
They say we are to dread the passage of time; that it spins forward and onward and ever faster until nothing remains but remnants of dreams.
I like the thought of “next.”
And I like the reality of “now.”
I will let no one convince me that life’s imperfections are reason enough to despair.
Be stubbornly joyful, dear ones.
To Be A Song; poem 51
A Waterfall of Clouds on the Canary Islands
Some people will never “get” you. And that’s okay. You don’t have to make sense to them. It’s not worth trying to.
But if they ask, if they want to see, cherish that.
Because those, dear one, are the friends who will remain. And the ones I hold most dear.
To Be A Song; poem 50
|| GNO with these lovely ladies tonight. I am thankful. || (at El Tigre)
“And you were loved from the beginning and you will be loved until the end. You may not feel it though, you may have to conquer numerous battles and climb a multitude of mountains. But when you have entered that land, which we all must travel to, you shall feel His love as a new dawn arises and you are freed of your burdens; you shall know that you were loved all along and forever more.”
“You can’t just make me different and then leave.”
Looking for Alaska, John Green