In Which My Sister and I Try to Talk About Things Other Than “Lost”
“I feel like I’m going to listen to this and it’s just going to be a bunch of my disgusting chewing noises.”
“I feel like I’m going to listen to this and it’s just going to be a bunch of my disgusting chewing noises.”
But here are the deer, following the prodigal pattern. And me—well, I’ve been watching from the window for them this whole time.
“Have you ever been praying and all of sudden you wake up and you’re like ‘Oh I fell asleep, I was praying, sorry Jesus.’ A friend of mine said, ‘Don’t fret. That’s falling asleep on the lap of the Father.’ I’m like ‘Ha, yea, alright. Thanks for saying that.’”
“I was always going to do the thing. You didn’t have to hound me like that.”
“Sure.”
I’ve crowded my life with empty boxes by comparing myself to other people and holding on to the idea that maybe one day I will be able to “fill the box” of what they have that I don’t.
Dogs are an antidote to the barriers we set up as a culture.
When everything you own is pink, excusing it as merely “ironic” becomes less convincing. No, you actually have to admit you’re fond of this obnoxious colour.
I located the shutoff valve on the piping and gave it a twist.
There are moments when silence is not the absence of sound. Instead, in those moments, silence is the space, the stillness, where the sound is heard.
I understand those who feel that respect must be earned in order to be given, but that stance won’t end any Cold Wars.