that idea will make a stupid idea feel good about itself

[pushing dasies, ep1.8]

sometimes a crime of passion is not realising the passion in time,

while other times its not seeing the world as it is

[from pushing daisies tv series, ep 8: bitter sweet]

little fingers reached up
like catepillars
round and fat
aglow with prefection's unconscious ionnocence





rain of tears and warmth of love
stirred flutterings of spirit

"i wanted to reach deep into the depths of her,
to brush my fingertips across her soul before the austere ministrations of a vacillating neon god that knew not whether to curse nor bless:
the soft caress of skin on flesh" - Ugen vos

breathing and heaving
and seething and sighing
a roaring monster
giving brith to life
and a sovreign beauty
taking it.

foaming white horses
lay claim to the land
charging and receiding
and conquiring and retreating,
it draws into itself again.

let me close my eyes,
and drown in your heartbeat;
feel the rush
from the brush of your skin.
breathing in your words,
sighing out my love,
while whispers of eternity wind round me
like a vine in spring
whose vivid buds bloom and fade,
and bloom again

Corrie Ten Boom in her excellent book "Tramp for the Lord" tells of a time when some close Christian friends hurt her. Forgiveness was hard; it took time. Finally, it happened and she was able to move on.

Many years later, she was now past eighty years old, a friend paid Corrie a visit. As the two of them sat in her tiny apartment in Holland, he asked about those people who years earlier had taken advantage of her.

"It is nothing," Corrie said, "It is all forgiven."

Then she continued, "They say there is nothing to forgive! They deny it every happened. No matter what they say, though, I can prove they were wrong."

I want to continue the story now using Corrie's own words: I went eagerly to my desk. "See, I have it in black and white! I saved all their letters and I can show you where...."

My friend slipped his arm through mine and gently closed the drawer. "Corrie! Aren't you the one whose sins are at the bottom of the sea? Yet are the sins of your friends etched in black and white?"

For an astonishing moment I could not find my voice. "Lord," I whispered at last, "who takes all my sins away, forgive me for preserving all these years the evidence against others! Give me grace to burn all the blacks and whites as a sweet-smelling sacrifice to your glory."

I did not go to sleep that night until I had gone through my desk and pulled out those letters--curling now with age--and fed them all into (the fire.)

"Forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us." In the ashes of those letters I was seeing yet another facet of His mercy...."

She went on to write, "Forgiveness is the key which unlocks the door of resentment and the handcuffs of hatred. It breaks the chains of bitterness and the shackles of selfishness."
1 Corinthians 13:5 simply notes that love "keeps no record of wrongs suffered."

If you want to truly and completely forgive, drop the matter. Let it go !

a genuine bitch can be nothing but fake -AM

there's something very special about falling asleep next to someone and being comfortable with it. - Mom

id rather stand to lose everything, than have nothing to loose - AM (?)