Giveaway: Custom Morse Code Jewelry from Some Tiny Stories

Posted on November 7, 2013 by Hannah

TinyStories-84 I love words.

I think that’s why I decided to orient so much of my life around studying a language. Words are magical. The fact that some words express so much, the fact that some languages have words that seem so perfect and yet are missing in other languages, the fact that learning new words makes me all giggly — this is my life.

I’ve said it before, but I think that we are too quick to say nowadays that there just aren’t words for something. Maybe we have just lost the power to find them. Shakespeare would find them, Dickens would find them, Proust would find them — even if it meant that it took a sentence that lasted 5 pages and had 22 semicolons.  And when I find the right words, the perfect words that expressed something that is true, I just want to hold them close to me in a tangible way, which is of course impossible. They are, after all, just words.

But that’s why I’m so excited about today’s giveaway. TinyStories-91Wendy, of the Etsy shop Some Tiny Stories takes words, names, thoughts, and phrases and spells them out in morse code on necklaces and bracelets. She takes the words that stick with you and lets you see and wear them, turning something meaningful into something beautiful.

Tinystoriescollage2When Wendy and I talked about doing a giveaway a while back, I had the hardest time picking some words and phrases. I finally decided on some that I wanted to keep close and I have loved wearing them around the past couple weeks. Lines from favorite old hymns, French words with nuances I love,  just seem so perfect pulled from speech and stretched out in shining strands. I took some photos of my beautiful friend Sarah in the jewelry Wendy sent for her website and I am happy to share some with you today. At the very bottom, see how you can win some jewelry of your own!
TinystoriescollageTinyStories-23TinyStories-42TinyStories-28 Tinystoriescollage3TinyStories-58 TinyStories-46Tinystoriescollage4TinyStories-64Tinystoriescollage5TinyStories-78To win a custom piece of morse code jewelry:

  1. Like her page on Facebook.
  2. Visit her Etsy shop and look around. Make sure to check out her About page and see a picture of her precious little girl!
  3. Come back here telling me you did the first two steps. In your comment, also share what word, name, or phrase you would want made into some jewelry, unless you are like me and will need to think for forever. Make sure to include your email in the comment form (always private from anyone other than me) so that I can get in touch with you.
  4. You can enter any time before next Thursday, Nov. 14th, at 8am. Winner will be announced on here later that day.

Additionally, Wendy is giving 10% off any order with the coupon code theartinlife10. This code has no expiration, so you can keep on having pretty words as long as you want.

So what words would you want to wear?

Note: Unfortunately, the giveaway shipping can only be domestic. International readers — you can still share what word you would love, but the winner must have a US shipping address. Also, as some phrases are longer than expected once spelled out in morse code, you may have to tweak what you decide on if you win… your neck only allows so much room for words.

Update: Our winner is Joanna Dixon, who thought of a beautiful Spanish phrase that she would love to wear. Joanna, I’ll be emailing you shortly with instructions on claiming your lovely jewelry! Thanks to everyone who liked, browsed, and entered — I wish I could send pretties to all of you. Remember that you can use the code above for 10% off an order at any time. Happy shopping!

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The things we take for granted.

Posted on November 4, 2013 by Hannah

vscocam1533 vscocam1564 vscocam1560 vscocam1550 vscocam1555 vscocam1556 vscocam1554This past weekend I paid a little visit to one of my favorite places. I was in Denver to photograph a wedding on Friday, but I managed to squeeze in a visit to my college roommates and besties before and after. This means that I have seen Jenny and Bethany 4 times this year – definitely a record that we will be hard pressed to top, especially as the number of our friends that can get married and have us all at their party is dwindling. (Seriously people, we are totally good wedding guests that dance hard, participate energetically at all awkward activities, cry at toasts, and always stay to help clean up, so feel free to invite us to your wedding even if you don’t really know/like us.)

Originally, we had all planned on what we do best, which means eating and marathoning through some BBC miniseries (Bethany always picks because she has perfect knowledge about what we should all start watching) with a shopping run here and there to make use of Gap coupons and fashion opinions.

But then I got to Denver and saw the beautiful fall trees and the rising mountains and I begged them to go up in those peaks on Saturday. We did a pretty easy “hike” (more like a walk where we scrambled over some rocks) but it was enough to get us out under that big blue sky, breathing in that mountain air, and taking in those mountain views.

Plus, I have never been to Colorado in the fall and I LOVED it. Unlike the Midwest, South, or East Coast fall, CO fall was kind of a one note deal: YELLOW. Everywhere you looked across the horizon the scenery was punctuated with bright patches of my favorite color. I kept on wanting to stop and take pictures, even though none of them could do it justice. Jenny and Bethany put up with my giddiness remarkably well, even though neither of them seemed fairly impressed by the amazing beauty that was Colorado fall. They’re used to it, this endless yellow. Whereas I freaked out every time I saw mountains out the window and infuriated a whole bunch of drivers trying to take pictures as we inched through traffic (I know, I know… not safe), they can take the mountains for granted. They’ll still be there the next day, and the one after that.

Because that’s how it is with the beauty closest to us. We might have been impressed initially, but we get used to it, we stop letting it take our breath away. Maybe that’s one of the few perks about over obsessive picture taking generation: we take a little more time to stop and notice the normal beauty in our everyday lives.

My flight was downsized and I was bumped, making my trip home a lot longer and less fun. But when I got home last night, James and I still decided to take a walk to the Capitol. We like to go there at night and sit in front, gazing up at the dome and taking in the perfect stillness that descends on Capitol Hill at night. This week, they are building scaffolding around it for renovations, scaffolding that will be there for the next couple years, and we wanted one last look at something we take for granted all too frequently.

I don’t want to take the beauty of life now for granted. I want to be impressed constantly by what’s around me and marvel at the things I’m used to. Thank goodness that this beautiful season helps with that. vscocam1570

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Why can’t we just wear costumes all the time?

Posted on October 31, 2013 by Hannah

I am about to get on a plan and head to Denver for the weekend to photograph a wedding and see some of my favorite people. As I was leaving DC this morning, I was more than a little sad that I am missing such an awesome fall weekend in the city. The trees are showing off like nothing else and there are a whole bunch of Halloween parties among our friends this weekend. James is not typically someone who voluntarily dons a costume, but he told me that he’s planning on hanging a bike wheel around his neck and going with some married friends of ours as a third wheel. And that’s why I love him.

Anyways, in true Throw Back Thursday style (something I have only participated in once because it is wayyyyy too much work to get old pictures onto my phone), I have been reflecting on some of the costumes I have loved.

I love costumes with a passion that some people reserve for sports teams or Olympic events. I LOVE THEM. When I scan through pictures of my childhood, I can’t help but notice that I spent more time in costume than out of it. Let’s be real — I was still trying to find ways to make everyone dress up all through high school, and when I was flipping through some old college Facebook albums the other day, I noticed that this was a collegiate trend as well. What can I say? I love costumes.

And I’m not alone in this. My parents’ house has an adult sized costume closet and trunks and many a dignified friend has come over thinking they were too cool for that and left after spending an afternoon in a hoop skirt.

I grew up in a small town with 5000 people and probably 30 churches. You would think this meant Halloween wasn’t a big deal, but you would be wrong. It just meant that you took whatever you wanted to be and made it Bible based.  Want to be an animal? Get on the arc. A caveman? Adam or Eve. A soldier? One of the Philistines. I was Queen Esther for many a year, which really just meant I was a princess. Oh, and we didn’t buy actual costumes, so I kind of just looked like a homeless person in a prom dress. I can make a ball gown out of a sheet and some safety pins like no one else.

Old costumeIn college one time, NOT for Halloween, some friends and I painted our legs green to go to a masquerade party. Every other girl was there in a  cute dress and mask, but we were the Ninja Turtles. The fact that our legs were all still green for a dance the next day just didn’t even matter.
DSCN2447 And apparently one time I was a Hersey Kiss… for no reason, other than a moment of inspiration at Walmart. DSC_0006Are you dressing up yourself or any little ones this weekend? What are some of your best costumes?

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Why I love DC: Brunch (in Easter Market, or anywhere else)

Posted on October 30, 2013 by Hannah

summer_63If DC could be represented by a meal, it would be brunch.

Chicago is probably a nice dinner, New York might be a late night swanky cocktail or bagels and lox, and L.A. is probably sushi or something.

But DC is most assuredly brunch.

Brunch, the meal consumed by those who don’t need to do an honest day’s work on Saturday (so says James), the meal consumed by those who sleep till noon as a given on the weekends, and thus you can’t even think of breakfast. Brunch, the meal for a city where few people have kids that get them out of bed, houses that demand they get up and mow lawns, or commitments that force them to forfeit mimosas and overpriced waffles. In short, brunch is the meal of a decadent city wholly lacking in adult supervision (also from James).

And man, do I love brunch.  You get all the fun of eating out at half the price, and you get breakfast food — glorious piles of eggs and starches with the occasional punctuating fruit bowl or spinach leaf.  You get to pretend like French toast with a side of potatoes is a balanced meal and sometimes you can justify bacon and milk shakes in the same sitting.

summer_60Despite his exceedingly devoted midwestern work ethic, James loves brunch too. I’ve mentioned before how we like to stay in for brunch, making omelets and being lazy, but we also really love having brunch out. It doesn’t get to happen all the time, but when it does — oh man Saturday just got real.

Because we live in Eastern Market, we have a plethora of brunches at our easy disposal. This map was floating around Facebook the other day and it is hilariously true, with one notable exception: over our neighborhood there should be a large and bolded BRUNCH. Though DC has no shortage of brunch spots, Eastern Market is a neighborhood practically designed around weekend brunching. You show up, put your name on a waiting list at whichever spot you want, and then wander through the farmer’s and flea markets until your time to stuff yourself with latkes and sausage. Plus, who wants to drive to brunch? You just want to wander out your door and find it raining pancakes. I will admit, I’m kind of brunch spoiled. Lexington had a surprising number of great brunch spots (Alfalfa, you taught me to love brunch and I will crave your breakfast burritos FOREVER) and so I didn’t really realize that lots of cities… don’t do brunch. GASP.

There are two types of brunches: those where bacon and eggs are the standard fare, and those that drift more towards eggs benedict. I prefer the latter and James adores the former. Luckily, brunch inspires unprecedented happines and compromise. The nations of the world (or maybe just our own government) should seriously consider solving our differences over brunch. 
DSC_0003Anyway, should you find yourself in DC, you should get some Eastern Market brunch. Here are three of our favorite spots, all within a couple minutes walking distance of the metro and market.

Ted’s Bulletin: You are probably sick of hearing me talk about it, but we really do love it. We love the diner vibe and the individual coffee pot you get (even if I still hate coffee). You do have to wait for an eternity, but you can wander the market and pregame with some macarons or a Ted’s homemade poptart. James’ pick: walk of shame breakfast burrito. Hannah’s pick: Ted’s Ultimate Breakfast Sammy (breakfast sandwich on TEXAS TOAST) or the French Toast platter.

Boxcar Tavern: I love the long skinny railcar feel of this place, with the tiny booths and wood paneling. They also had pumpkin French toast for awhile that made me want to weep it was so good. James’ pick: southwestern omelet. Hannah’s pick: eggs benedict or the croque madame.

Beuchert’s Saloon: As we learned in NYC, vintage bars serve wicked good brunch. James doesn’t like that they don’t do coffee refills, but I love that there are bottomless mimosas. Plus the beignet’s… BE STILL MY SOUL.   James’ pick: the regular breakfast or the Breakfast Sammie. Hannah’s pick: Eggs of the Benedict.

Any other brunch lovers out there? DC people — any other favorites?

summer2012_66*Pictures 1,2 are from Beuchert’s, 3 from Boxcar and 4 from Ted’s. Boxcar is much better than that picture looks, but the lighting is rough for pics and I was so hungry I didn’t try very long.

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Recovering, or, our weekend as told by the table.

Posted on October 28, 2013 by Hannah

photoimageimage-1 image-2This weekend, we recovered. From October, from work, from school, from exhaustion, from colds, from busyness, from laundry. Yes, you can recover from laundry, because yes, it is a condition, semi-chronic. We slept in. We ate soup and ice cream, and drank a lot of tea. We watched TV shows and I wore pink flannel pants most of the weekend. We ate brunch and talked about big things coming in the future. We went through a lot of tissues, hot cocoa, and chili.

Because sometimes you just need a weekend where you say no to activities and recover. You just need a weekend where you grade papers so that your students don’t think you’ve taken them ransom. You need a productive weekend, one where you have time to do all those things that desperately need doing, and you don’t have to leave the house to do them. You need a quiet weekend to make you ready for the next week.

When you live in a small space, there can’t always be a desk, a kitchen table, and a utility table. Instead, there is one table that functions as everything. This one generic Ikea table  allows us to have people over and share weekly family dinners with my brother. This one Craigslist table where I wrote my thesis and where I slog through all my homework. This table where the mail gets tossed, the shoes get polished,* the books get read, and life happens. This was our weekend, as far as it could be told by looks at our table, a surprisingly accurate tableau of our lives.

What did your weekend look like?

(*Full disclosure: The shoes don’t really get polished all that much… ok, so really this is the first time I have shined them in wayyyy too long. I always try to con my mom into doing it when I’m home over the holidays by leaving them out, all scuffed and sad, until she caves.)

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What you don’t see.

Posted on October 25, 2013 by Hannah

For every halfway decent picture of James and I on here or on Instagram, there are at least 10 that look more like this:vscocam1428

Because James, as you might remember from here and here, hates over-documentation. He is always asking me to put down the camera, put away the phone, and just let life happen. Obviously, I have a little bit of a hard time listening, which subsequently leads to lots of blog posts.

But over the past month, the real camera has stayed in the closet a lot more. We have been so busy, so tired, so overextended, that even though I had the best intentions of documenting fall’s arrival in the district, family dinners, fun visitors,and other exciting happenings, I just couldn’t bring myself to lug down the camera as much and opted instead to phone it in and do posts with lame iPhone pics.

And you know what? The course of the world was not changed one bit by my not photographing it. Life happened, and it was all that it normally is rich, full, transient.

Here are some of the things that you don’t see on this blog, little moments of normal existence that aren’t taking up space on the Internet but still filling up space in my days.

  • Stephen and Leslie got married last weekend and it was perfect. I broke it down pretty hard on that dance floor. At one point my shoes were off (as is sure to happen at any wedding because women can’r manage to actually pick comfy footwear), and I jammed my foot into a chair resulting in a toe so badly mangled and bruised that I thought it was broken. Now that I’m sure it’s not, I am just eerily fascinated by the changing colors and sometimes I text James disturbing toe pictures during the day.
  • Every time I opened my Tupperware cabinet this week, everything fell out. The logical thing would be to take everything out and reorganize it, but I, being like every human on the planet, have just resorted to opening it and grabbing something really fast and then slamming it shut to keep the beasts at bay.
  • Last night James and I went to see Jim Gaffigan and it was awesome. Being in a huge crowd of laughing people is good for the soul. Plus, he just makes everyday life so funny. AND, before the performance we got Chick-Fil-A, making it the best night in awhile.
  • I’m in a  wedding right after Thanksgiving, but I bought my dress well over a year ago, which of course means it no longer fits, and will most assuredly fit less when donned after I gorge myself on turkey and pie.  This prompted a total breakdown this summer and the onset of the James and Hannah Health Initiative. But today I am taking it for a fitting and I found out that they can just let all the seams out so I am all like ICE CREAM FOR DINNER Y’ALL, which is exciting.
  • I’ve worn the mature primaries (maroon, navy, mustard) twice this week. My students better feel blessed to be instructed by a Gryffindor.
  • Life is finally calming down at our house after work craziness of the past month and James actually made it home for dinner almost every night this week. One night we were so excited about having no plans that we ate homemade pizza from the cast iron skillet while we watched 30 Rock, because I am a little obsessed. Is there a Tracy Jordan daily quote app, and if not, WHY???
  • Fall is so here, but with a cold smack in the face. I am kind of excited, though nervous that we skipped cute blazers and went straight to coats. But we did make the switch from the summer sheets to the cozy fall ones (don’t worry people — I don’t mean we only change our sheets once a season… I am not a college student), and it is amazing. As if I needed another reason to not get out of bed.

These little moments, aren’t they really what make up life? And so often we don’t actually notice them because we are trying to document other moments, bigger moments, prettier moments, moments worth blogging about, moments that get comments and likes and reposts. These are the things you don’t see, but these are the things I see and love every day. vscocam1464Happy weekend. Put down the cameras and let it happen.

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Some Daily Color

Posted on October 23, 2013 by Hannah

#somedailycolorI love color, which is totally obvious if you have read here for more than ten minutes. I know that an abundance of colors can be seen as gauche, childish, overdone and even garish, but I don’t care. 

Because for me, color is like visual poetry, ordering this world in rhymes that you can see. We move through life surrounded by a visual harmony that is just so beautiful. I love when I notice an especially daring note of color, but I am also not above creating them. Bright tights, brilliant skirts, shameless wearing of the primary colors, all of these are ways that I get to participate in this stunning, rhyming, rainbow of a world. 

It’s fall — the high note of the color year. If you follow me on Instagram, you probably have been noticing that I can’t stop sharing some of the great color I’ve been seeing.  I would love to encourage you all to join me with #somedailycolor. There are no rules, no catches. You don’t have to follow me, like my photos, or whatever. This is just because I love color, and I want this blog to encourage you to find the beauty, the color, the artistry in our ordinary lives in this extraordinary world. 

imageHappy color hunting. 

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Sweet and Spicy Kale Salad

Posted on October 21, 2013 by Hannah

photoRemember in college when you didn’t actually need sleep or nutrition, or at least, you willed your body into acting like it didn’t? You would pull all-nighters (ok, not me because I just give up around midnight), eat nothing but cereal for weeks on end, inject lots of caffeine, and still be fine when it was all said and done.

What. Has. Happened. To. Us?

October has just about done James and I in. Job stress, school stress, awesome wedding fun, trips out of town, visitors, and the daily things that have to be done have amounted to an amazing cocktail of good and bad that left us stumbling towards November in a  dazed state of exhaustion and indigestion. Despite what my Instagram feed makes it look like, we actually eat generally healthy meals, or at least we did until this month when busyness had us throwing back burgers at an even more alarming rate than usual and letting fresh produce wilt forlornly in the fridge. We counted the peppers on pizza as vegetables and a couple times, I think there was even a time where we ate the three awesome meals of breakfast, brunch, and brinner all on the same day.

And now… now I just want to crawl into a giant cave of kale and let it sink into my soul via osmosis until I can think clearly again.

Which is convenient, as kale has a ridiculously long growing season and keeps on showing up in my weekly box so that I am forced to get creative. Kale chips, we do not do. Yuck. I tried once, really I did, but they were a sad, sad imitation of their salt and vinegar coated likable cousin the potato chip and I just can’t do it. James is an avowed kale hater, but he will pack away this baked lemon chicken and kale dish (can I get an AMEN for one dish dinners, all ye kindred spirits without dish washers???) and he even moderately enjoyed this kale-potato-sausage soup, though he did suggest improving it by substituting bow-tie pasta in for the kale.  Last week, to stave off the scurvy (is that still a thing?) that I was sure was setting in, I pulled odds and ends out of the fridge and came up with this kale salad that is so good you will almost forget it is healthy. James, of course, won’t touch it since it has raw kale, and goat cheese (he only does cow lactate… if you ask him why you will get a really long and disgusting story about goat farms), but I really don’t mind because then there is more for me!image-1

Sweet and Spicy Kale Salad (Modified from starting out making this salad, and then morphing the dressing into something closer to this one that we love on green beans.)

  • a bunch of kale (the more the merrier!) stems removed, washed, squeezed dry, and torn in small pieces
  • 2 sweet potatoes, peeled and cut in cubes
  • an apple, Honeycrisp or the like
  • Goat cheese
  • Roasted Almonds, chopped (get fancy and do them yourself, or just be like me and use the lazy pre-roasted and slivered ones)
  • olive oil
  • salt and pepper
  • 1 Tbs lemon juice
  • 2 Tsp mustard powder
  • 1 TBs apple cider vinegar
  • 1. 5 tsp honey or maple syrup
  1. Toss sweet potatoes in olive oil, salt and pepper and roast at 400 until tender, 20-30 minutes, turning half way through. Let cool slightly.
  2. Mix 3 Tbs olive oil, lemon juice, vinegar, syrup, mustard powder, and dash of salt and pepper and pour over kale. Massage the dressing into leaves until the leaves are tender and diminished in volume substantially.
  3. Slice apple into very thin wedges and toss apple slices, and some almonds (I go real heavy on them, but it is up to you) in with the kale. Add sweet potato chunks and toss to coat.
  4. Sprinkle with goat cheese and serve warm.

image Ok all, any other awesome kale ideas? Please share!

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This is how we dance.

Posted on October 17, 2013 by Hannah

breakingitdownSometimes there is nothing better than dancing with your girlfriends.

The world sometimes makes it seem like once you are married, that is it. You have your best friend, your other half, and you should only want to be with them all the time. Socializing must be a couple thing, with perpetual even numbers. And I do love our couple friends, and it is awesome to live with my best friend.

But one thing I’ve learned in life is that our hearts are a lot bigger than we think, with a lot more room to love we assume. Having a new best friend doesn’t, at least it shouldn’t, mean pushing out the old ones. These women have cried with me over boys (including this one I married), told me when my skirt was too short for public, and stood by me through the years when I thought it was acceptable to scrunch my hair and call it a day. These women represent my childhood, my high school years, my time at college and my entry into adulthood. I hope to never not need my girlfriends.

As I mentioned in my last post, one of my college besties was in town last week for our friends’ wedding. I was photographing the wedding so I was busy for a lot of the day, but after the dancing had been going on for awhile my brother grabbed the camera and I hit the dance floor. Because sometimes you just need to dance with your girlfriends. They don’t care that your hair gets messed up and your dancing faces are ridiculous. They don’t care that you really only have two moves that must be repeated without ceasing or that both are a little awkward. They understand that you still feel entitled to dancing the single ladies song despite your marital status.

Here’s to girlfriends and dance parties.

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Ramblings.

Posted on October 15, 2013 by Hannah

Some rambling sights, thoughts, and words of the past little while.

vscocam1372 photo vscocam1380 vscocam1385 photo-1 vscocam1382 vscocam1369 vscocam1375Last week it got appropriately gloomy and gray, with the few leaves that have been brave enough to turn popping against the dull sky and wet streets. This week we are back to sun, but with a definite tinge of fall. Of the many things that I look forward to with the cold weather, tights perhaps top the list. Dressing suddenly seems easier, because you just boldly throw on a pair of bright tights and will it to match whatever else you are wearing. I like to tell myself it makes my students pay attention, but I think they kind of think I look like a renegade oompa loompa.

Yesterday I made the first batch of pumpkin muffins for the season. I will probably turn these out at least a dozen times before spring because they are so easy and delicious. I try to always keep the two (yes TWO!) ingredients on hand during the cooler months so I can whip them on whenever there are hungry people around.

People, the Internet is an awesome place. This had me laughing way more than I should considering the humor is predicated on Flemish art, not really a knee slapper. This also had me laughing, though only in hindsight, as I was mostly just disturbed the first time soon.

Remember those lofty New Year’s resolutions? I am not a total failure. Up until this weekend, my nails were painted for 4.5 weeks solid and I cannot even begin to express how awesome that is. I had a minor girl moment a couple weeks ago where I might have sputtered out in tears, “THEY JUST MAKE ME FEEL SO PRETTY!!!!” and I think I scared James. I have also made it through a little over season 1 of 30 Rock, so I am basically feeling like a champion and dreaming ahead of next year’s plans.

My college bestie, roommate, and running buddy is in town this week. My running zeal has tapered to almost nothing in the past months, with laziness, busyness, and achy knees getting me after just a couple miles. Bethany is running a half marathon last week, and the pupil has become the master. She cheered me through 5 long miles — past all the “closed” monuments — and then we celebrated by downing a whole box of Sweet Lobby macarons. I kind of feel like a champion today knowing again that I can indeed still run.

There was a span of time in the recent past where I ate way too much brunch food within a couple days and I went almost three days without a veggie. Is this a problem, or is it the solution?

This past weekend we went to Charlottesville for the wedding of some college friends and it was pretty awesome. James found out at the last minute that he probably couldn’t go and I was so disappointed. Right after he told me I checked my email and one of you awesome readers had just sent me an email saying that you were praying for me and James during this stressful time at his job — without any idea of how stressed we actually were. Sometimes the people who have never met you bless you the most. A couple hours later, James called back saying that he was able to come, and our weekend was full of lots of good times with old friends.  I can’t wait to share the wedding photos with you in a couple of weeks. In the meantime, here is the quote they had on the back of their program, words that are staying close to my mind and heart this week:

“I feel sometimes as if I were a child who opens its eyes on the world once and sees amazing things it will never know any names for and then has to close its eyes again. I know this is all mere apparition compared to what awaits us, but it is only lovelier for that. There is a human beauty in it. And I can’t believe that, when we have all been changed and put on incorruptibility, we will forget our fantastic condition of mortality and impermanence, the great bright dream of procreating and perishing that meant the whole world to us. In eternity this world will be Troy, I believe, and all that has passed here will be the epic of the universe, the ballad they sing in the streets. Because I don’t imagine any reality putting this one in the shade entirely, and I think piety forbids me to try.”  Marilynne Robinson, Gilead

What have you been finding in your ramblings lately?

PS: The style and title of this post I totally ripped from my friend Anna’s blog, because I always love her rambling posts!

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