roots & wings

the pizza delivery boy and i are on a first-name basis. so there’s that.

Thu, 09 May 2013 22:04:37 -0400

the pizza delivery boy and i are on a first-name basis.

so there’s that.

Rising Sun - All Sons and Daughters

Mon, 29 Apr 2013 23:39:46 -0400

Rising Sun - All Sons and Daughters

it has been quite a while since any of my words made it onto this little site. i’ve been in...

Tue, 16 Apr 2013 13:01:33 -0400

it has been quite a while since any of my words made it onto this little site. i’ve been in this place of not having many words to offer, but an appetite to take in as many as i can.

and that’s okay. i’m finally coming to terms with that. i’m in a season of enrichment and story and pages turning. it’s okay that words aren’t flowing out as quickly as they are coming in.

however, i am contemplating starting a blog for this time of reading. a place to process and document and express my experience of the works other writers share graciously with the literate population. so if that happens, maybe i’ll post a link.

have a lovely tuesday, tumblrworld!

paper day: TROUBLE/5:15AM

Mon, 18 Mar 2013 23:48:00 -0400

paper day: TROUBLE/5:15AM:

paperday:

She is not a night creature. She sleeps in the nighttime. She folds it in deep breathing— an old gum wrapper lost in the corners of her clothes.
But tonight trouble has seized her. She is cold beneath the blankets, because tonight she can see into the pit of her heart, where the darkest things bloom like ink blooms in water.
Her head echoes with oceans and she wonders if she is still allowed to sing it.
Her head rumbles with mountains and she nearly runs from the cloud.

Obstinate, disobedient child.
Push me Lord, because I’ve never had to work a day in my life.
Do not fail me.
Do not let me fail.

Tonight she is a night creature, and she pulls open the blinds to watch the cars move in a thin line across the bridge. Hours and hours.
She is awake, with no dreams to fill the time. She is not really a night creature, but old wrongs say she is. They begin to slink through closet doors and out from under the bed.

You’re alone, but we’ll keep you warm.
Come in. I see there’s no other way. I’ll never sleep tonight; I’m troubled, I’m troubled, and I’m not sure if there are any oceans for me.

She wanders under hot water but the heat sits hellishly on her skin.
No dreaming, no dreaming.
She wills herself to dream and is met with a great chasm and the fingers of dark things.
Go the other way.
The old Book, so old that it was written in black and white. Look, she reads. By now the cloud covers the night sky. It hovers over the earth as it did in genesis.
She can see it.

I see it.
Listen here.
I’m listening.
You are not a night creature. You are a new creature.
Why am I Awake?
I woke you to be a gardener.
I haven’t started yet.
I gave you everything you need.
I don’t know how.
You haven’t even tried.
But who will help me?
You don’t need help.
I can’t do this by myself.
Get going.
I can’t do it.
Begin.

There is nothing more to read. The dark things have dissolved under the weight of the old Book. Sometimes, she thinks, it is lonelier to be a new creature than it is to be a night creature.
She kicks off the blankets and the hellish heat departs. She closes the blinds. Brow furrowed, she thinks of gardening. She’ll have to work hard. This means calluses and sore muscles. This means long hours in isolation. This means—
Begin.

Ink Slinger - Brooke Waggoner this wonder of a woman has a new...

Tue, 12 Mar 2013 13:22:48 -0400

Ink Slinger - Brooke Waggoner

this wonder of a woman has a new album out.

seasidewindows: (measure of a man, by me) Click for...

Mon, 11 Mar 2013 15:56:31 -0400

seasidewindows:

(measure of a man, by me)

Click for lyrics.

Bandcamp

and he was walking with the stance
of one captive to the fear of man
and i was trying to set him free
but the love of a girl isn’t the love of Jesus.

Shooting tiny guns in long dresses.

Mon, 25 Feb 2013 19:41:46 -0500

Shooting tiny guns in long dresses.

Welcome Home - Radical Face sitting at work on my off day, when...

Mon, 25 Feb 2013 15:23:31 -0500

Welcome Home - Radical Face

sitting at work on my off day, when this came on the sound system, shaking nostalgia and appreciation from my heartstrings.

.. and “endless numbered days” by iron & wine just started. what are they trying to do to me here.

With Eyes Wide Open: Warrior.

Sat, 23 Feb 2013 15:40:08 -0500

With Eyes Wide Open: Warrior.:

sitsoakstore:

Warrior.

You know that word? The one I prayed for and did not want?

That word was Warrior.

At first, I did not want it because it was too fierce, too much, too…violent.

But then I came to understand that it rode in conjunction with prayer: Prayer Warrior.

This I could understand and grow to like, however, I argued: could it not be encourager? Advocate?

No. Each time I asked: No, it is Warrior.

And once I claimed it, named it, the flood gates have opened.

It was as if God was waiting for me to say yes, to affirm what He has called me too and once I did, He wasted no time in saying: Let me show you.

I do not look for prayer, it comes to me, is asked of me, by countless people—-sometimes out-rightly, sometimes by just sharing.

And most of the time, it is not easy prayer. It is not praise.

It is hard and broken and desperate.

It is prayer for the family of the father who died.

Prayer for the family of the Brother who died or the sister who has cancer or the girl whose engagement was broken off, or the friend with a broken neck

or the work load that is too heavy or for the job that is no where to be found

or for the dad with possible cancer and the fiance who passed away and the family in the midst of drugs.

And now I understand why Warrior is the word —- and not encourager, not advocate.

And I hear her echo and know she is right when she said: “Maybe a stronger word was needed.”

A stronger word that only comes with the presence of the Lord.

the result of cuddling with parakeets is always feathers. tumbling tides of tiny feathers.

Mon, 18 Feb 2013 17:42:24 -0500

the result of cuddling with parakeets is always feathers.

tumbling tides of tiny feathers.

"If you try to seize the day, the day will eventually break you. Seize the corner of His garment and..."

Sun, 17 Feb 2013 20:34:00 -0500

“If you try to seize the day, the day will eventually break you. Seize the corner of His garment and don’t let go… He will reshape the day.”

- Paul E. Miller, “A Praying Life: Connecting with God in a Distracting World”

(a stranger/brother prayed this over me today at the coffee shop where i work, and i’ve been completely wrecked by it ever since. don’t seize the day; seize the corner of His garment.)

seasidewindows: i just want to live in a state empowered by the revelation of who the Father, Son...

Thu, 14 Feb 2013 18:57:11 -0500

seasidewindows:

i just want to live in a state empowered by the revelation
of who the Father, Son and Holy Spirit are.
where they are moving.
what they are thinking.
how they love.
how they breathe, rest, dance, give, run.
Abba, Jesus, Spirit.
i just want to live an empowered and empowering existence
in the wakening revelation of the Lord and His heart.
Three in One.
Three in this little one.

since graduating from college about a month and a half ago, i have been reading. reading in a way...

Mon, 04 Feb 2013 22:20:42 -0500

since graduating from college about a month and a half ago, i have been reading. reading in a way that is more like consuming. voraciously tearing through novels, my eyes inhaling every page of character development. i have never loved stories as much as i do right now. before now, i never quite trusted fiction. it all seemed a bit excessive: indulging oneself in the stories of someone else’s imagination that had cost the authors immeasurable time to write and me a great deal of time to read. all for what, entertainment?

i had missed something before. my finger hasn’t found it yet, but now something has clicked that hadn’t before.

stories are important.

so far, i’ve read:

To Kill A Mockingbird, Harper Lee.

A Hologram For The King, Dave Eggers.

now reading:

Citrus County, John Brandon.

so far, SO good.

POPSICLE DATE NEXT WEEK PRETTY PLEASE!

Fri, 01 Feb 2013 12:36:28 -0500

oh please oh please! pretty please with pomegranate and dark chocolate dip on top. : )

My Legionnaire- Brooke Waggoner for his goodness is what won me...

Mon, 28 Jan 2013 12:12:50 -0500

My Legionnaire- Brooke Waggoner

for his goodness is what won me over.

yes, my legion is the kindest soldier.

sitting in church on sunday, a small paper airplane crashed into...

Thu, 24 Jan 2013 11:09:59 -0500

sitting in church on sunday, a small paper airplane crashed into my leg. i glanced up, eyes following its flight path, to identify the creator and “pilot”, and i found my friend adam smiling at me. this is a birthday poem from him to me, and it is one of my favorite most prized items tucked carefully into the pages of my journal.

thai food, strummin, telephone pictionary, sangria, sleepover,...

Mon, 21 Jan 2013 19:06:24 -0500

thai food, strummin, telephone pictionary, sangria, sleepover, and the sweetest friends around.. 23’s gonna be a gooood year.

snow! it’s SNOWING in alabamaland! hot tea, blinds open, crocheted socks on, “to kill a...

Thu, 17 Jan 2013 14:08:56 -0500

snow! it’s SNOWING in alabamaland!
hot tea, blinds open, crocheted socks on, “to kill a mockingbird” in hand, taking in the delicate majesty of this rare southern snowfall.

alabama drive-in

Tue, 15 Jan 2013 02:08:54 -0500

icy pours down the spine, splashing red ropes along the way.
while at the core smolders.

and pines needles pierce the ink filled plastic bags overhead.
reaching reaching always up and over.

farther south, ghastly palms lurk to be filled,
receding from street lamp glow.
…

and I overshot it. by 27.6 miles. shyly i bury back through the tunnel i brazenly forged just minutes prior, resigned to retreat and advancement in the self-same sigh.

seasidewindows: haleylittlebeth: They are the...

Sun, 13 Jan 2013 01:30:59 -0500

seasidewindows:

haleylittlebeth:

They are the best.

mm,Agreed.