Monday, March 28, 2011

hymn-day Monday

I don't know that this will become a theme... but here is a hymn for Monday. I love it.

Good Is the Flesh
by Brian Wren

Good is the flesh that the Word has become,
good is the birthing, the milk in the breast,
good is the feeding, caressing and rest,
good is the body for knowing the world,
Good is the flesh that the Word has become.

Good is the body for knowing the world,
sensing the sunlight, the tug of the ground,
feeling, perceiving, within and around,
good is the body, from cradle to grave,
Good is the flesh that the Word has become.

Good is the body, from cradle to grave,
growing and aging, arousing, impaired,
happy in clothing, or lovingly bared,
good is the pleasure of God in our flesh,
Good is the flesh that the Word has become.

Good is the pleasure of God in our flesh,
longing in all, as in Jesus, to dwell,
glad of embracing, and tasting, and smell,
good is the body, for good and for God,
Good is the flesh that the Word has become.

Monday, March 21, 2011

Hace un año...

Lately, perhaps inspired because it is Spring Break, I have been playing a fun game. I call it: "What was I doing one year ago today?" First, I ask myself that question. Second, I open up iPhoto on my Mac-mac. Third, I check the date. Fourth, I find pictures of what I did one year ago. I took a lot of pictures in Spain. So, one year ago today, I made a baked spinach dish with cheese, went on a fantastically long bike ride (I went out with the intention of getting lost), spent some alone time in a park drawing, and discovered that my neighbor in the building next to ours had left a flip flop on his window ledge. (Especially strange considering we were on the 9th piso or 10th story). Also coming up is the one year anniversary of me refereeing a Spanish volleyball match. I forgot about it... you can read the story here.

And since everyone likes a good picture post, I'll share some of the pictures from one year ago today. Enjoy! (Side note: photos are in reverse chronological order)

Neighbor's shoe

Orange tree blossoms (azáhar) smell soooo marvelous

Inviting bike path

I biked past this but never went there because I didn't have tres friends named Raquel with me

Faby's/ my kitchen! (In Faby's house, but definitely a room I liked more than she did)

Thursday, March 10, 2011

you are not abandoned

If life is a couch,
I want to learn how to sink down into mine,
Rounding out my back, drawing my knees in to my
chest and letting my shoulders relax.

My head cocks slightly to one side and
I breathe in the moments surrounding me.

I think the fabric is chenille,
comfortably worn. Soft, but no longer
fake.
Once red, now faded to a mellow wine
color,
deepened by its journeys and experiences.

There's lots of wear left in my couch.
Come sit with me.