Thursday 25 February 2010

Wildflowers

Jesus has been singing this over me recently, I'm stressed out with final semester uni stuff, plans for the future, a cold and what seems like a ridiculous amount of commitments...

But when I hear this and I know it's him singing over me, i'm back in my favourite field on the hazy late summer afternoon when I took this picture, breathing in the fresh air and knowing he walks with me. Completely at peace.

'You belong among the wildflowers
You belong in a boat out at sea
Sail away, kill off the hours
You belong somewhere you feel free

Run away, find you a lover
Go away somewhere all bright and new
I have seen no other
Who compares with you

You belong among the wildflowers
You belong in a boat out at sea
You belong with your love on your arm
You belong somewhere you feel free

Run away, go find a lover
Run away, let your heart be your guide
You deserve the deepest of cover
You belong in that home by and by

You belong among the wildflowers
You belong somewhere close to me
Far away from your trouble and worry
You belong somewhere you feel free
You belong somewhere you feel free'

Tom Petty

Sunday 14 February 2010

Rossetti on Valentines day


'I lov'd you first: but afterwards your love
Outsoaring mine, sang such a loftier song
As drown'd the friendly cooings of my dove.
Which owes the other most? my love was long,
And yours one moment seem'd to wax more strong;
I lov'd and guess'd at you, you construed me--
And lov'd me for what might or might not be
Nay, weights and measures do us both a wrong.
For verily love knows not "mine" or "thine;"
With separate "I" and "thou" free love has done,
For one is both and both are one in love:

Rich love knows nought of "thine that is not mine;"
Both have the strength and both the length thereof,
Both of us, of the love which makes us one.'





Christina Rossetti
Monna Innominata: A Sonnet of Sonnets, sonnet 4

Monday 8 February 2010

Taking To The Open Road..

'No, life cannot be understood flat on a page. It has to be lived; a person has to get out of his head, has to fall in love, has to memorize poems, has to jump off bridges into rivers, has to stand in an empty desert and whisper sonnets under his breath... We get one story, you and I, and one story alone. God has established the elements, the setting and the climax and resolution. It would be a crime not to venture out, wouldn't it?'

Through Painted Deserts by Donald Miller


I kind of wish I could take to the open road but while physically I can't just bog off I'm very much enjoying reading about Miller's epic journey.




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