my dream.
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new tattoo coming soon.
The word of the Lord: Thanks be to God.
Unless the LORD builds the house, its builders labor in vain. Unless the LORD watches over the city, the watchmen stand guard in vain.
Psalm 127:1
a seventh year.
Tonight I met with a guy that I had kissed my junior year of high school, and unbeknown to me, that was his first kiss. He was also a guy I met through a friend when I visited her in Nashville. Tonight we revealed the painful, but awkward moments that had happened between us, but also could actually connect on levels that I never thought a simple acquaintance could. We were strangers that shared an intimate thing, and seven years later we meet again, not romantically, but curious and inspired.
He travels in his Winnebago with a friend and they spread this product around college campuses that is called MANA. It sustains children by giving them a paste formula to eat in packets. He lives with his friend Alex and they have mustaches. I could not be more intrigued. We shared life stories and laughs, and moments of fear and exhilaration.
If anything, I am thankful to always have connections to people, even after seven years and an awkward kiss, which also led me to find out about a girl that I met named Katie, who has a now-famous blog about children in Africa she has adopted and a best selling book on the NY times list, which I am going to read.
Through one person I have introduced now to Ross and Cortney, we have this connection that extends past a person I met seven years ago, and now to Africa and all over college campuses.
Life is always connected, even in big cities.
freedom.
This poem has been with me for a long time and remains.
The Peace of Wild Things
When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
— Wendell Berry
Where we live.
Now the stone house on the lake front is finished and the
workmen are beginning the fence.
The palings are made of iron bars with steel points that
can stab the life out of any man who falls on them.
As a fence, it is a masterpiece, and will shut off the rabble
and all vagabonds and hungry men and all wandering
children looking for a place to play.
Passing through the bars and over the steel points will go
nothing except Death and the Rain and To-morrow.
A Fence
C Sandburg
for two friends in [love].
Here I love you: Pablo
Here I love you.
Here I love you and the horizon hides you in vain.
I love you still among these cold things.
Sometimes my kisses go on those heavy vessels
that cross the sea towards no arrival.
I see myself forgotten like those old anchors.
anticipated and dark. crossing my fingers.
