February 2012
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Love after Love
The time will come when, with...
January 2012
23 posts
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“But if I’ve learned anything from my limited explorations, it’s that...”
– Trails, me
Posted this before, but it’s something that’s worth being remembered.
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“Remember the big family 3: Do what you love, chase your dreams, you are never...”
– Daddy.
Really though, how did I get so lucky? Even in a time of stress and sadness, my heart is always smiling.
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Setting Forth
Something will be born from this goodbye. In the pain of setting forth, something will die. With the release of the old comes a moment when nothing is firmly held, and the unknown burns the bridges of the past. When the smoke clears, my eyes seek out the new horizon. Nothing is known here, but the air is sweet and breathing deeply I see long dormant seeds send up their shoots from the fertile...
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On Words
Words and I, as you might have guessed, hold a pretty special relationship.
This is interesting, as I learned to read a little late (middle of 2nd grade) compared to a lot of my friends. Once you got me going, though, I couldn’t stop. I wrote in journals. I read voraciously (once, when I was 8, my dad tried to punish me by telling me that I could only read if it was for school. I was...
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Breathe (2a) - Originally by Anna Nalick.
Trying...
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On a Twentysomething Night In
So, I know, it’s been a long bit of time since I’ve written. A quick and dirty update on my life and why it’s been so nuts lately: 1) I recently moved from the rack stockkeeping department (warehouse) of my job to the Export department (office). While I miss the people in my old position, this has been awesome for a number of reasons.
The other supervisor, who is very cool,...
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New Year's
From @USCedu Professor Dana Gioia
New Year’s
By Dana Gioia
Let other mornings honor the miraculous. Eternity has festivals enough. This is the feast of our mortality, The most mundane and human holiday. On other days we misinterpret time, Pretending that we live the present moment. But can this blur, this smudgy in-between, This tiny fissure where the future drips Into the past,...
On Breaking Up with Running (via letters and The... →
Except, not really. Because like I’d actually do that.
<3 CT
Ps- I know. I haven’t written here in forever. I’m sorry. Way busy with new job and life. Love it though.
“You gotta be patient. What do you want? To be happy? [Andi], the root of happy...”
– My Kuya Victor to my niece, his daughter, Andi. :)
via kristinaashley
(via eryne)
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a-word-for-that:
gambol
[gam-b uh l] verb
To skip or leap about joyfully.
errday I’m gamboling gamboling
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