From the sea.

December 26, 2008


But it must not be sought for or–heaven forbid!–dug for.  No, no dredging of the sea bottom here.  That would defeat one’s purpose.  The sea does not reward those who are too anxious, too greedy, or too impatient.  To dig for treasures shows not only impatience and greed, but lack of faith.  Patience, patience, patience, is what the sea teaches.  Patience and faith.  One should lie empty, open, choiceless as the beach–waiting for a gift from the sea.

-Anne Morrow Lindberg from Gift from the Sea

Image via Samantha Lamb.

XO, me


Lights, please?

December 24, 2008

Luke 2:8-14

And there were in the same country shepherds abiding in the field, keeping watch over their flock by night.  And, lo, the angel of the Lord came upon them, and the glory of the Lord shone round about them: and they were sore afraid.  And the angel said unto them, “Fear not: for, behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people.  For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Saviour, which is Christ the Lord.   And this shall be a sign unto you; Ye shall find the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying in a manger.”   And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host praising God, and saying,  “Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men.”

Merry Christmas!  XO, me

p.s.  Am I the only one that didn’t know that the shepherds were sore afraid?  KJV says people were sore afraid a lot.

Light and dark.

December 24, 2008


To live by grace means to acknowledge my whole life story, the light side and the dark. In admitting my shadow side I learn who I am and what God’s grace means. As Thomas Merton put it, ‘A saint is not someone who is good but who experiences the goodness of God.’

XO, me

Quote from The Signature of Jesus by Brennan Manning.  Read it, I know you’ll like it.

Image from sparke.

Lost in translation.

November 8, 2008

I know that online translation sites are not particularly reliable.  But, I didn’t know to what extent until today.

喂特殊材料制造的人! 受欢迎的家!

Feeds the exotic material manufacture human! Family who welcome!

Ok-so not even close to what I want it to say at all.

喂逗人喜爱的男孩。 欢迎!

Feeds boy who teases to like. Welcome!

Huh?  Ok.  Let’s try again.

我错过了您褴褛的面孔。 高兴的 再后面。

I have missed your ragged face. Happy again behind.

What?  Well that is closer than the others, but still…

你好英俊! 高兴您是家!

You are quite handsome!  Happy you are the family.

So a little closer I guess, but still not quite it.  One last try.

欢迎! 我是高兴的您回来。 我喜欢您。

Close enough. 😉

XO, me

Be still.

October 19, 2008

When my mind is still and alone with the beating of my heart,
I remember things too easily forgotten:
The purity of early love,
The maturity of unselfish love that asks —
desires — nothing but another’s good,
The idealism that has persisted through all the tempest of life.

When my mind is still and alone with the beating of my heart,
I can find a quiet assurance, an inner peace, in the core of my being.
It can face the doubt, the loneliness, the anxiety,
Can accept these harsh realities and can even grow
Because of these challenges to my essential being.

When my mind is still and alone with the beating of my heart,
I can sense my basic humanity,
And then I know that all men and women are my brothers and sisters.
Nothing but my own fear and distrust can separate me from the love of friends.
If I can trust others, accept them, enjoy them,
Then my life shall surely be richer and more full.
If I can accept others, this will help them to be more truly themselves,
And they will be more able to accept me.

When my mind is still and alone with the beating of my heart,
I know how much life has given me:
The history of the race, friends and family,
The opportunity to work, the chance to build myself.
Then wells within me the urge to live more abundantly,
With greater trust and joy,
With more profound seriousness and earnest service,
And yet more calmly at the heart of life.

-Paul Beattie

Image courtesy of

I heart this

September 28, 2008

The sea, the surge & the seamstress

Originally uploaded by Samantha Lamb

Thank you.

September 10, 2008

I thank you Lord for safety. For helping me be brave. For loving me always. For teaching me tough things. For giving me chances to risk. For passing on wisdom. For healing my body. For working on my character. For surprising me. For making me better than I am. For being constant and sovereign. For keeping your hand on me and my heart. Thank you.

XO, me

In August.

August 8, 2008

The sunlight is lovely.

September is pending.

Blueberries are delicious.

School supplies are everywhere.

You don’t need a sweater at nighttime.

You start having dreams of rude students.

You can sit on your hammock in the morning with coffee and the newspaper.

August and I seem to have a very bittersweet relationship.

XO, me

P.S. If you look at the word August too long, you begin to think that you are spelling it wrong…or maybe that is just me.

Good ol’ Craigslist.

August 4, 2008

This is the reason craigslist is pretty much the best:

Aug 3 – Wedding dress-white with beading and pearls –

I have a wedding dress to give away.  It is white, has long sleeves, with beading and pearls throughout.  It has a long train. I t is a size 3 or 5.  I couldn’t find a tag. It has a few dirty spots on the train but they should come out at the dry cleaners.  I had it in a rubbermaid box for 10 years and it was hanging up for a couple of years before that.  It was hanging on foam lined hangers and the foam is starting to come off and pieces of foam are on the dress.  The top part of the dress looks like it is dirty but it is foam that stuck there.  Everything should be fine with a trip to the dry cleaners.  It is a beautiful dress and since I don’t need it anymore, I would like it to go to somebody that does.  I would like it gone today, if possible.

Good luck with that.

I envision this dress to look something like this or possibly this.  Add a little dirt to the train and put hanger foam on the top and the likeness would be remarkable, I’m sure.

XO, me

That’s nasty.

July 22, 2008

Apparently, having carp eat the scaly, barnacle-y skin on your feet is the latest trend in pedicures.  That is pretty much disgusting and not justifiable in any way, no matter how gross your feet are.

XO, me

For more information on this inspiring topic, read the article here.

Picture courtesy of AP.