dusk kinglet

wow

Check out this photograph: 365/363 (from dangerousmeta!).

raindrops

resolutions and whutnots

I recently saw LinkedIn's Top 10 profile buzzwords and subsequently updated the "objective" section of my resume:

I am a humble, quiet, kind and loyal worker who seeks only to do your bidding. I will cheerfully perform the lowliest tasks you put before me, and I will ask no recompense or reward beyond the opportunity to perform ever more difficult tasks for you. I will continuously give you all the credit for everything good and I will always take the blame for everything bad.

I have a feeling this will be my lucky year.

Also, I have found that I can group my long list of small New Year's resolutions into three large ones: 1) Take a vow of poverty and 2) silence, and 3) Be grateful for everything. :)

christmas snapshots

happy christmas y'all

cookies

bren's apple pie

epic

aries

This young fellow and his caretaker are moving in with us after the new year. Yay!

knot fables

trail in another light

There's a small raptor atop the canopy in the center of this picture. Maybe a kestrel or a merlin. I didn't get a close look.

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High clouds. Just a glimpse.

T-minus 731.

a passing thought

acorns

this reminds me of a parable

holly

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happy birthday, bren

somebody's been rooting for grubs in our spinach seedbed

Armadillo.

i love this

But how shall I show my love, since love proves itself by deeds? Well! The little child will strew flowers...she will embrace the Divine Throne with their fragrance, she will sing Love's Canticle in silvery tones. Yes, my Beloved, it is thus my short life shall be spent in Thy sight. The only way I have of proving my love is to strew flowers before Thee--that is to say, I will let no tiny sacrifice pass, no look, no word. I wish to profit by the smallest actions, and to do them for Love. I wish to suffer for Love's sake, and for Love's sake even to rejoice: thus shall I strew flowers. Not one shall I find without scattering its petals before Thee...and I will sing...I will sing always, even if my roses must be gathered from amidst thorns; and the longer and sharper the thorns, the sweeter shall be my song.

- The Story of a Soul: The Autobiography of St. Therese of Lisieux

This is a good book.

brown recluse

Pretty in their own scary way.

hearth

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whoa

this paragraph snuck up on me

The vault above us is not deaf because the universe is an idiot; the silence is not the heartless silence of an endless and aimless world. Rather the silence around us is a small and pitiful stillness like the prompt stillness in a sick-room. We are perhaps permitted tragedy as a sort of merciful comedy: because the frantic energy of divine things would knock us down like a drunken farce. We can take our own tears more lightly than we could take the tremendous levities of the angels. So we sit perhaps in a starry chamber of silence, while the laughter of the heavens is too loud for us to hear.

- Orthodoxy, G. K. Chesterton

pob

crèche

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