ten white tulips sit atop my dresser now:
my ode to spring.
my prayer for spring.
the entirety of my defense against this wearing winter.
i'm not a pretzel person, but i love a strategically placed post-it note.
i'm a sucker for a little sparkle. and most enjoy my coffee in a simple-white mug.
i'd like nothing more this year than to invest in a good camera and lose a month (or a good two weeks) to a european getaway.
this is just to say.
just so you know
this is just to say.
i drink pellegrino. with lemon if i can.
and i don't eat meat. if i can help it. for environmental reasons.
i'm never gonna choose a sushi place for a night out.
and i prefer the expensive cheese.
i understand there are choices i have made that others consider odd. elitist even.
choices that make me seem like a snob.
but they are my choices.
because at the end of the day i say bless you when someone sneezes.
i say please, and thank you.
and i always introduce my plate to the dishwasher.
i believe in honesty. even if i'm not always good at it. even if it's not always easy.
i believe there are ten million ways to pray. ten million ways to honor God.
i believe that i was raised by two of the best, most honorable people in the world.
and i believe they have instilled within me the skills to be a good person--the need to be a good person.
so, perhaps our beliefs are different. and perhaps the manner in which we live our lives occasionally refuses to align. but i will not apologize for who i am or the choices i have made.
call me elitist, call me snobbish. i refuse to shrink myself to some smaller, more palatable version that sits quietly at the dinner table and poses politely for the family portrait.
i hope i never think i know.
i want to live in a world where "i don't know" is the currency of choice.
where those three words are recognized as both a gift of humility and generosity.
where that admission is the open doorway, the body of water in which to dive and spin and swirl.
because there is the edge of the cliff. there is the fault-line of humanity.
those three words are prostration before God and the Spirit and the mountains and the rising of the sun each morning.
from there--from the i-don't-know--is life suddenly possible. plausible, even.
it is the heartbeat, the marrow in which to sink one's teeth.
this is just to swoon...
in just so you know, Loves, Men
oh for a man with some deep-set eyes.
ice cream. not all good?
i tend to go through food phases.
and of late i've wanted nothing so much as ice cream.
but on friday night when my friend megan suggested too much ice cream was one of the causes of kidney stones, i took that little nugget of information for the gift that it was:
reason enough to lay off the mint chocolate chip. (for tonight at least).