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castles in the sand

We’ve found each other.
Half surprised, bashful,
We stand together alone,
Then bend to build a sanctuary
Around us,
Defining this, projecting that,
Like children on the beach
Building castles in the sand,
“To protect us from the sea,”
We say.
“This is our cove, our love,
Us two, you, me, we…”
When beyond our walls we hear a voice,
Then see our Father’s face,
An intrusion,
Coarse, like the sands beneath our tender feet.
“Playtime’s over, kids,” and we kick, sulk,
We do not want to leave, to give
Up what we have so recently
We frown, displeasure in our brows,
As the Father gently sweeps our castles
Off their feet, then,
Eyes widening,
As from beneath the sands He raises blocks of stone
Where once our shaky spires stood, piling
One atop the other, beautiful
Temple around the
“Thus shall you love, thus shall you live,
Not as the world, but as the Word.
For I have given once, and shall I not once more,
If you would but give in, shall I not


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salut d’amour

salut /saly/ masculine noun

1. greeting;
~! hello!, hi!;
~ de la tête nod;

2. salute;

3. salvation.

– from wordreference.com

Thus, salut d’amour: not just love’s greeting, but the salvation that comes from love.

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connu sous le nom de (a.k.a.):
Les rêveries du promeneur solitaire sur le bord du printemps

What follows is not so much a translation as a transposition


It’s the end of Winter Break. Tomorrow, Spring Term begins even though spring time has not yet come. But it is the beginning of something new, nonetheless, and coming down from Minnesota to Ithaca, it does feel as if, not that spring has come, but that I have come to spring.

On the way back from the Commons after a serendipitous purchase, I forget I’m on a different bus, and end up in a corner of the school I have never seen before. And since I’m in no hurry, it being an hour before dinner, I decide to take a walk.


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for the person who brought kierkegaard into my life:

i hope know you’ll find this interesting 🙂

Provocations, “arguably the most accessible and complete Kierkegaard volume to be published in decades.”

And it’s free, too. I haven’t read it yet, though, so I can’t guarantee if it lives up to its promises, but the ball’s in Kierkegaard’s court now, not mine 😛

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1 John 4:16

Don’t tell me that God lives;
Why do I care?
Show me instead that Love lives,
And then, perhaps, I’ll hear.

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An Easter bunny, of a different kind.

The Skin Horse had lived longer in the nursery than any of the others… He was wise, for he had seen a long succession of mechanical toys arrive to boast and swagger, and by-and-by break their mainsprings and pass away, and he knew that they were only toys, and would never turn into anything else. For nursery magic is very strange and wonderful, and only those playthings that are old and wise and experienced like the Skin Horse understand all about it.

“What is REAL?” asked the Velveteen Rabbit one day, when they were lying side by side near the nursery fender, before Nana came to tidy the room. “Does it mean having things that buzz inside you and a stick-out handle?”

“Real isn’t how you are made,” said the Skin Horse. “It’s a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real.”

“Does it hurt?” asked the Rabbit.

“Sometimes,” said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. “When you are Real you don’t mind being hurt.”

“Does it happen all at once, like being wound up,” he asked, “or bit by bit?”

“It doesn’t happen all at once,” said the Skin Horse. “You become. It takes a long time. That’s why it doesn’t happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby.

“But these things don’t matter at all, because once you are Real you can’t be ugly, except to people who don’t understand.”

The Velveteen Rabbit, Margery Williams

Meryl Streep’s reading of the story, with George Winston’s music in the background, is particularly enchanting, but you’ll need to have half an hour to spare, and maybe some tissues nearby as well. It’s split into three videos.

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We all know the story told in the Gospel of Luke about Jesus’ visit to the Mary and Martha:

As Jesus and his disciples were on their way, he came to a village where a woman named Martha opened her home to him.

She had a sister called Mary, who sat at the Lord’s feet listening to what he said.

But Martha was distracted by all the preparations that had to be made. She came to him and asked, “Lord, don’t you care that my sister has left me to do the work by myself? Tell her to help me!”

“Martha, Martha,” the Lord answered, “you are worried and upset about many things, but only one thing is needed. Mary has chosen what is better, and it will not be taken away from her.”

It’s obvious who’s the role model. Mary is the positive example, Martha is the negative one, and we are to avoid getting caught up in the business of life and missing out on that special communion with the Master. Plain and simple. Even kids know that.

But I’d like to think it’s not that simple. The bare, straight-forward narrative of the story allows us to fill in their inner mental states, and I’d like to think that deep down inside, Martha envied Mary. (more…)

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