You Okay Fam?

I write about things to celebrate, to dwell in and anticipate. That is to live, because our Lord is making things new. And each day is an opportunity for us to sing about it from high and low places, with loud hearts and windkissed faces.

[youokayfam]

Nevada never looked so green. #lovewhereyoudwell (at Bloom)

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Mine from Him

Grandpa has blueberry eyes. Each one, an entire green-grey ocean, spindled with white arachnid sea foam lines.

Grandpa has forgiveness eyes. For the times the onions make me cry, and I blame depression on a vegetable.

Grandpa has eyes that speak. They say things like, 

“Gone Fishing,”

“Royal Flush,“ and

“Jesus Crumps” (an old-timer’s Belgian cursing phrase).

You see, Grandpa has my eyes. And I borrowed mine from him twenty-eight years ago this February, using them ever since...

To perceive.

To forgive.

To speak.

[youokayfam]

Finding a collection of my poetry circa 2002. (at Las Vegas, Nevada)

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at Bloom

[youokayfam]

On Sunday, @ramblersgarden and I explored Boo Radley’s old place as well as a haunted opera house. Feast your eyes on the light; we felt as though we were walking on the moon.

[youokayfam]

He said dragons are the sweetest union of heaven and hell; things that fly && things that crawl. Albeit goofy as it gets, this particular dragon is all of the above && the below. 💛🐉😜 (at Las Vegas, Nevada)

[youokayfam]

Feeling empowered and strong. 💪 The world is undergoing quite a bit of strife & beatings as of late. All the more reason to rise to the occasion. ❤️ you, my friends. You make me a museum of hope and reasons to keep going. Stay vital. 😉 (at Las Vegas, Nevada)

[youokayfam]

#fbf to meeting this man of hope. It's Friday night and we have direct orders to rock the flip out like the girl on the left got some kinda promotion in the field of behavior consultation. Dreamers gotta dream. #poetsforpoets #promoted

[youokayfam]

Buy my book!

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$6

Love you. Thanks.

[bunnyroar-deactivated20210917]

I am not an angel,’ I asserted; ‘and I will not be one till I die: I will be myself. Mr. Rochester, you must neither expect nor exact anything celestial of me - for you will not get it, any more than I shall get it of you: which I do not at all anticipate.

Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre (via soracities)

[patroiclus-deactivated20180206]

books i read in 2016; june– i’ll give you the sun by jandy nelson

“I love you,“ I say to him, only it comes out, “Hey.” “So damn much,” he says back, only it comes out, “Dude.”

[alonesomes]

Favourite part of the day/night ?

Right before sunrise, when the sky is grey and the birds are starting to wake up. And you know you should be sleeping or going back to sleep, but for some reason you’re awake. And someone pours orange cream into the gray sky and it’s so, so quiet and the curtains are swaying a little bit.

[gospelofthekingdom]

You cannot be too gentle, too kind. Shun even to appear harsh in your treatment of each other. Joy, radiant joy, streams from the face of one who gives and kindles joy in the heart of one who receives. All condemnation is from the devil. Never condemn each other, not even those whom you catch committing an evil deed. We condemn others only because we shun knowing ourselves. When we gaze at our own failings, we see such a morass of filth that nothing in another can equal it. That is why we turn away, and make much of the faults of others. Keep away from the spilling of speech. Instead of condemning others, strive to reach inner peace. Keep silent, refrain from judgement. This will raise you above the deadly arrows of slander, insult, outrage, and will shield your glowing hearts against the evil that creeps around.

— St. Seraphim of Sarov (via gospelofthekingdom)

[anddorigo]

this is a prayer

let me press blessings into your knuckles, until they are as awful-holy as the lord’s bleeding hands.

as soft electric as the orange-blue of the sky, throbbing with veins, on our first date. already, darling, i hold the billowing clouds in my hands.

in this soft world, it is the both of us, and  nothing can hurt. between our soft hands, between our soft hands, in the soft between of our uncallousness, nothing can hurt. 

let me bless the gentle pressings, of hand  on wrist. nose on cheek. turn, now the other cheek.

[gospelofthekingdom]

Love liberates. It doesn’t bind. Love says, “I love you. I love you if you’re in China. I love you if you’re across town. I love you if you’re in Harlem. I love you. I would like to be near you… but that’s not possible right now, so I love you. Go.”

Dr. Maya Angelou (via gospelofthekingdom)

[baruchobramowitz-deactivated201]

Do not make the Torah into a crown with which to glorify yourself, nor a spade with which to dig into others.

Rabbi Tzadok, Pirkei Avot 4:5 (via baruchobramowitz)