Windward Parachute

Et ce que je demande dans mes prières,
c'est que votre amour augmente de plus en plus
en connaissance et en pleine intelligence

Phil 1:9
{adventure on the high seas is sounding good right about now…}

{adventure on the high seas is sounding good right about now…}

(Source: thestorminateacup)

{now i just have to work on the “done” part}

{now i just have to work on the “done” part}

We shall not cease from exploration
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time.

—{T.S. Eliot, The Four Quartets, “Little Gidding,” V. 239-242}

{Memories of Beatrix Potter; Hunter, my delusional rabbit and his last fatal quest for freedom; and Tom, his evil offspring. Wishing for spring. This instead of doing school} amorist: (by heddaselder)

{Memories of Beatrix Potter; Hunter, my delusional rabbit and his last fatal quest for freedom; and Tom, his evil offspring. Wishing for spring. This instead of doing school}

amorist:

(by heddaselder)

(via -wwhiskers)

{here’s the story} … {morning glory} At the end of July, I am hopping an airplane across the Pacific to Kailua, Hawaii. And there I shall remain until the summer comes again. I am contracted to teach high school history at Trinity Christian School in Kailua, 20 minutes north of Honolulu, on Oahu. Yes, I am excited. No, I still don’t know how to swim. Advantages: I will not be tempted to go into shark-infested waters. Drawbacks: I can’t swim. Working on it. I will be in Portland hopefully all of June and July. And hopefully playing softball and seeing friends and going to Family Camp and rejoicing in being graduated. Then, flying out to the middle of the ocean to stay. I want you all to visit me, though, as of now, my living plans involve a) finding a suitable tree, and b) sleeping under it. Possibly weaving a hammock out of palm fronds. (Finally, watching Bear Grylls paid off.) For now, looking forward to Easter. Graduation as well. But first, Easter.

{here’s the story} … {morning glory}

At the end of July, I am hopping an airplane across the Pacific to Kailua, Hawaii. And there I shall remain until the summer comes again.

I am contracted to teach high school history at Trinity Christian School in Kailua, 20 minutes north of Honolulu, on Oahu.

Yes, I am excited. No, I still don’t know how to swim. Advantages: I will not be tempted to go into shark-infested waters. Drawbacks: I can’t swim. Working on it.

I will be in Portland hopefully all of June and July. And hopefully playing softball and seeing friends and going to Family Camp and rejoicing in being graduated. Then, flying out to the middle of the ocean to stay.

I want you all to visit me, though, as of now, my living plans involve a) finding a suitable tree, and b) sleeping under it. Possibly weaving a hammock out of palm fronds. (Finally, watching Bear Grylls paid off.)

For now, looking forward to Easter. Graduation as well. But first, Easter.

(Source: surgeries)

{good friday}

O sacred Head, now wounded, with grief and shame weighed down,
Now scornfully surrounded with thorns, Thine only crown;
How pale Thou art with anguish, with sore abuse and scorn!
How does that visage languish, which once was bright as morn!

What Thou, my Lord, hast suffered, was all for sinners’ gain;
Mine, mine was the transgression, but Thine the deadly pain.
Lo, here I fall, my Savior! ’Tis I deserve Thy place;
Look on me with Thy favor, vouchsafe to me Thy grace.

What language shall I borrow to thank Thee, dearest friend,
For this Thy dying sorrow, Thy pity without end?
O make me Thine forever, and should I fainting be,
Lord, let me never, never outlive my love to Thee.

{it’s only 9pm and i’m ready for bed}

{it’s only 9pm and i’m ready for bed}

Not, I’ll not, carrion comfort, Despair, not feast on thee;
Not untwist - slack they may be - these last strands of man
In me or, most weary, cry I can no more. I can;
Can something, hope, wish day come, not choose not to be.

—{Carrion Comfort -G.M. Hopkins}