Bikini-inspired Impatience

[via the view from her]

On Obama Quitting His Church

[via The Rambling Prophet 2]

Never Far Apart

A couple of weeks ago I read an article in the New York Times about a Buddhist couple who chose to live their lives never being separated by more than fifteen feet. They shared food, books, bed, and the rest of their daily existence never far apart.

It struck me that that is a level of committed intimacy that most of us couldn’t handle, and I wondered how we would be different with each other, having shared that level of intimacy on a daily basis. {continue...}

[via Randall Friesen]

The foolish man seeks happiness in the distance, the wise grows it under his feet -- James Oppenheim {read the rest}

[via Hope From Ashes]

The love you don’t feel when you’re holding me

[via Charming, but single]

The 10 Worst Movies About Jesus

[via The Wittenburg Door]

Overflowing

When I am empty, no one bothers me. No one clings to me. No one asks me to save them. When I am empty, I am alone. I am still. I can hear my own heart beating again.

I hear my heart beating, whether I want it to or not. It doesn’t beat just for me. There is a reason it beats on. There is purpose to my life. There is great hope in purpose. There is great joy in hope. The joy fills me. I get back at it. And so it goes.

[from a comment from this post at Benediction Blogs On]

“If you were all alone in the universe with no one to talk to, no one with which to share the beauty of the stars, to laugh with, to touch, what would be your purpose in life? It is other life, it is love, which gives your life meaning. This is harmony. We must discover the joy of each other, the joy of challenge, the joy of growth.”

Mitsugi Saotome (b. 1937) [via Jesus Needs New PR]

#249. Backsliding, a Christian thing or an Indiana Jones move?

[via Stuff Christians Like]

Contact by Twyla Toews

the point where the sun and the horizon meets
reverberates with passion
and the water misses the shore
until they touch
it's the contact of the rock and pond
that creates the uniformity of circles
rippling outward
the sweet caress of sonic waves
against the eardrum, bliss
is the embrace of light and the eye, sweet
is the blend of spices that dances with the tongue
in closed position, breath on skin
scent winds through emotion
and the wind and trees unite in this
music of connection