Blackbirds.

They've become a sort of symbol of God's presence.

He knows me so, so well.

Holistic Living.

"Eat bread, and eat salt, and speak the truth." - Russian proverb

Hospitality, kindness, and sincerity. Hospitality, kindness, and sincerity. Hospitality...

over and over in my head.

Destination: Iceland.

Someday.

(via sleep, dream.)

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Witness by Denise Levertov

Sometimes the mountain

is hidden from me in veils

of cloud, sometimes

I am hidden from the mountain

in veils of inattention, apathy, fatigue,

when I forget or refuse to go

down to the shore or a few yards

up the road, on a clear day,

to reconfirm

that witnessing presence.

FINALLY!

They're coming to Vancouver, BC in May--and I won't miss it for anything.

Sundays at Victrola.

Living in Seattle means constantly coming up with new traditions.

We came across a coffee house I'd never set foot in, but always peeked at curiously/creepily on the way to Bauhaus. The spirit of trying something new came over us, resulting in what Hannah would call "a wiiise choice". The coffee there demands you sip it slowly. The music calls for foot tapping. The patrons are young and absorbed in their books. We watched the eclectic Capitol Hill residents walk by from behind the huge windows, sometimes crossing our fingers that a few of them would stroll in. Here's what that looked like: a Cillian Murphy look-alike with hazel eyes and a Yeats reader, a little old man with his new paint set and a tiny canvas, a vagabond or two, and about eight pairs of finely-crafted leather shoes.

A visual

!

I got an internship, PTL.

God is incredible--the way He comes through, the way He uses people you thought you completely fell out of touch with, the way He knows me SO well.

Here.