"And I'm learning, so I'm leaving
And even though I'm grieving,
I'm still trying to find the meaning.
Let loss reveal it..."
- Florence + the Machine
|cruising down Highway 101 with taylor swift|
dresses, sunnies, and i'm wearing cami's hat
also, i drew on a beauty mark because why not?
|raspberry pie at sweet basil in canon beach|
there was a live band and they sang me happy birthday :)
it was surprisingly lovely for seaside in april
we came here last memorial day and we lucked out both times
and #sorrynotsorry for my compounding navy polk-a-dot patterns (thank you, target)
just for a comparison shot, here we are last year
i love seeing how our hairs have changed...
but some things haven't.
|so grateful for these friends|
we are each really different and yet we get each other
it is unbelievably wonderful to be accepted entirely as you are - no judging!
isn't cami just too adorable back in her hat? ^
v and beks smile in the upper left
|i love that we can be classy... and silly|
the bottom right is us and our emperor palpatine hoods
|and she bought us best friend t-shirts that are so accurate!|
sorry if i don't look as enthusiastic as i felt...
we kinda partied-hardied the night before and zzzzz...
thank you, ladies, for such a wonderful weekend away!
i just feel so lucky to have you. lovoo!
Of course the earth shook when the breath that had formed mankind slipped from the lungs of the very One who first spoke it all into existence. I wonder that mountains and oceans and planets and stars didn’t all plummet together into an infinite void of darkness, when the hands that had molded them fell limp and lifeless, pierced and broken.
“God is dead...”And on this day, we don't get to rush ahead to the happy ending. On this day we identify with the finality of hope lost. And in this moment, I understand the words that my soul so often pushes against when TS Eliot said:
I said to my soul, be still, and wait without hopethis beautiful reflection by Josh Ross who pointed out that, this year, Holy Saturday falls on the same day as the anniversary of the death of Martin Luther King, Jr. As he so wonderfully puts it:
For hope would be hope for the wrong thing; wait without love
For love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faith
But the faith and the love and the hope are all in the waiting.
Wait without thought, for you are not ready for thought:
So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing.
I think—as for now—April 4th belongs on the Saturday after Good Friday and before Easter Sunday. It is the day that adequately describes where we are in race relations today throughout our world...Holy Saturday reminds us that far too many areas of our world have yet to experience Resurrection.
Saturday is where we often live. It is the day of questioning, doubt, anxiety, and confusion. There is an awkwardness about Saturday; an uncertainty of how exactly this story is going to pan out.
Race in America is not where it was. Yet, it also isn’t where it needs to be. We can’t go back to the days of utter darkness, despair, oppression, and striping certain groups of dignity, yet we also can’t pretend as if we have arrived at somewhere we have not.