#abide; 2016

[untouchableindigo]

I have learned not to worry about love; but to honor its coming with all my heart.

Alice Walker

[untouchableindigo]

The gods never send us this invitation to delight so readily or so strongly as when they are preparing some new agony.

C.S. Lewis, Till We Have Faces

[untouchableindigo]

To love, and to lose what we love, are equally things appointed for our nature.

C.S. Lewis, Till We Have Faces

[untouchableindigo]

I want little houses hunkered down beneath disagreeable weather, a hundred types of birds nestled in their eaves. I want windows that look out and out and out–a house whose closest neighbour is a field or wood or wild animal. I am tired of this. I am tired of grey. I am tired of a world that extends ten metres before somebody else’s walls block it out.

Elisabeth Hewer, Wishing for Birds