bittersweet day

goodbye III

Sean led us out of the church playing the bagpipes. two of my beautiful sisters followed him with white roses in their hands and the rest of us solemnly filed behind, stepping out of the small village chapel into the sunny, well-kept graveyard. the colour of the sky and the grass and the flowers appeared particularly vibrant. the scottish melody filled the air and suddenly it all seemed rather royal, and rather beautiful and yet still natural with the smell of the sea in the air and the green fields stretching out behind the stone wall. just rather fitting, really, for such a lady.

anthropology seminars

"discourse...marxism...liminal...dichotomy...marxism...empirical...uh...and...its...like... more...long...words...and...we...don't...really...have...any...answers..."

rescue

He drew me out of deep waters [and He is also DEEP]

He brought me out into a spacious place [and also shelters me]

He rescued me because He delighted in me [i am learning to believe this]

me underneath

life is many layered. as are we. when everything is stripped away, what is left?

maybe i don't want to know.

scared that joy is a mask and confidence clothes and underneath all you would find are hues of blue and grey.

hold me tight so i don't fall apart
hold me gently so i don't break
don't let me slip through your fingers