grace.

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October 06, 2011

"This being human is a guest house. Every morning is a new arrival. A joy, a depression, a meanness, some momentary awareness comes as an unexpected visitor…Welcome and entertain them all. Treat each guest honorably. The dark thought, the shame, the malice, meet them at the door laughing, and invite them in. Be grateful for whoever comes, because each has been sent as a guide from beyond."

— Rumi

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June 19, 2011

happy father’s day

there are moments in life when i think that all i need is to be alone. i will go to my room and shut the door. and then i listen. i listen for the sound of my father coming up the stairs, wait for the knock on the door and the question of if i’m okay. he always knows when i don’t need to be alone. it’s a gift that i find so beautiful and so innate. to always somehow know that the only thing i need at a moment is my father’s love.

i love telling people about my father. he’s so welcoming, so funny, so generous. i want everyone to know how awesome he is. he’s got this cool about him. he just gets it. since i can remember i look to him to gauge a situation. if he’s going with it or if he can give me a good explanation then i know everything is going to be fine. he is the ultimate calm. however odd it may sound, my future husband has a very high bar set that was put in place by how i watched my father interact with my mother and how he engaged with my siblings and i. it was always with respect, with tenderness, with openness, and of course, with humor.

i’ve been reading the book Captivating by John and Stasi Eldredge lately and i recently came across the passage:

Every little girl was made to live in a world with a father who loves her unconditionally. She first learns who God is, what he is like, and how he feels about her from her earthly dad. God is “Our Father, who art in heaven.” He means initially to reveal himself to his daughters and his sons through the love of our dads. We were meant to know a father’s love, be kept safe in it, be protected by it, and blossom there. (106)

i thank God everyday for blessing me with an earthly father who loves me unconditionally. who can still look at me after i have screwed up and tell me he’s proud of me. who tells me that i am beautiful. who tells me that i am enough.

happy father’s day, pops. i love you.

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June 15, 2011

"It is funny how you do not miss affection until it is given, but once it is, it can never be enough; you would drown in it if possible."

— Libba Bray, The Sweet Far Thing

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June 14, 2011

"Do you ever feel that way?”
“Lonely?”
I search for the words. “Restless. As if you haven’t really met yourself yet. As is you’d passed yourself once in the fog, and your heart leapt - ‘Ah! There I Am! I’ve been missing that piece!’ But it happens too fast, and then that part of you disappears into the fog again. And you spend the rest of your days looking for it.”
He nods, and I think he’s appeasing me. I feel stupid of having said it. It’s sentimental and true, and I’ve revealed a part of myself I shouldn’t have.
“Do you know what I think?” Kartik says at last.
“What?”
“Sometimes, I think you can glimpse it in another."

— Libba Bray, The Sweet Far Thing

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June 06, 2011

i miss childhood.

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June 06, 2011

i used to read this stuff when i was a kid/pre-teen (we weren’t tweens back then). this explains a lot.

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May 22, 2011

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Welcome to the team, Jaymie.

Oh Sweet Baby Jesus, this makes me happy.

sprinklelabblog:

Summer is (or almost is) here. And with that brings Summer interns, the first of which started today! A Sprinkle Lab culinary tradition of bacon & eggs, pancakes, cream-cheese bagels, and other heart-clogging edibles was prepared for Ms. Jaymie Shearer.

After a hard day’s work behind computer screens, our breakfast had settled and a trip to the donut shop was in order. Four sprinkle donuts were consumed with untold ferocity.