Ferries & Sunrises. #vscocam (at B O S T O N)
I spilled all this ink on this page and it’s a poem now, I know it’s such a mess. It means something to me that you know that it was no accident that the words fell out of my mouth the way they did - like you couldn’t have planned it the way they moved so rhythmically - back and forth, iambic, and weak then strong, five feet, stepping one after the other, dancing freely over the blank versed black puddle that assembled itself into the garden of adjectives I hung on the pronouns of you of whom I want to take by blessed hands and do every good action in all the sweet ways of living.
Oh, darling I spilled all this ink and I don’t think I’ll clean it up. Let these words stain the floor of the ship that is our relation. Let us feel these words carved deep and into the wood beneath the soles of our feet. Oh, darling may I trek the words I spilled about you - everywhere, leaving an indelible trail of who you are to me that marks the path I walk for as long as I tread this earth.
So many people glorify and romanticize “busy”. I do not. I value purpose. I believe in resting in reason and moving in passion. If you’re always busy/moving, you will miss important details. I like the mountain. Still, but when it moves, lands shift and earth quakes.
I’d love for you guys to check it out, and follow along.
And if you’d like to submit your own beautiful photos to the mix you can email email@example.com or #wallblanc.
I’ll also be checking tumblr for the hashtag.
Bon weekend everybody!
Too many of us believe that in order to change the world we have to be famous, beautiful, run a big event, play in the worship team at church, be a youth leader or preach to the congregation. That we need to be wearing the greatest clothes, go on an overseas missions trip or to be publicly encouraged and praised. We believe we have to be authors or athletes. That we need to have people hear what we think and see what we do. I challenge you today… What legacy will you really leave behind? What if God’s plan for you is to simply be the best son or daughter, husband or wife, mum or dad, ministry volunteer, after school carer, Mcdonalds service provider, cleaner, waitress or part time babysitter? What if God’s plan is for you to break a cycle in your family, to set a new course for future generations to come, to be hope to the hopeless or to love someone others would consider unlovable? What if what God wants, isn’t what you’ve already decided and planned it out to be?
I like those scenes in the Bible where God stops people and asks them to build an altar. You’d think He was making them do that for Himself, but I don’t think God really gets much from looking at a pile of rocks. Instead, I think God wanted His people to build altars for their sake, something that would help them remember, something they could look back on and remember the time when they were rescued, or they were given grace.
But it’s like I said before, about writers not really wanting to write. We have to force ourselves to create these scenes. We have to get up off the couch and turn the television off, we have to blow up the inner tubes and head to the river. We have to write the poem and deliver it in person. We have to pull the car off the road and hike to the top of the hill. We have to put on our suits, we have to dance at weddings. We have to make altars.
Finish each day and be done with it. You have done what you could. Some blunders and absurdities no doubt crept in; forget them as soon as you can. Tomorrow is a new day. You shall begin it serenely and with too high a spirit to be encumbered with your old nonsense.
This is a true idea.
at B O S T O N
This is really good, and since I am constantly questioning the merits of my own storytelling I thought I would pass the article on incase you do the same. Cheers!
“There have been great societies that did not use the wheel, but there have been no societies that did not tell stories.” - Ursula LeGuin