Normal day, let me be aware of the treasure you are. Let me learn from you, love you, bless you before you depart. Let me not pass you by in quest of some rare and perfect tomorrow. Let me hold you while I may, for it may not always be so. One day I shall dig my nails into the earth, or bury my face in the pillow, or stretch myself taut, or raise my hands to the sky and want, more than all the world, your return. ―Mary Jean Irion
Last week, I rounded up my friends Sarah and Jackie for an impromptu photoshoot. (Really, I invited myself on their cupcake date and made them pose for pictures).
We had such a fun evening running around Oklahoma City’s very own hippie hideaway, 9th street, taking pictures in front of The Womb, trying to find hidden spaces and stairways to rooftops, and sneaking into Plenty Merchantile right before closing, where we wanted to buy the whole store!
We finished off the night with chips, salsa, queso, and frozen sangria from Iguana Grill. It was a such a fun night with some special girlfriends! I love summer nights in Oklahoma City, taking in all my city has to offer! ♥
How does Rob Brezsny always know my heart?
This is John Shelby Spong, a retired Episcopal bishop from Newark, N.J., being interviewed by Keith Morrison on Dateline in 2006.
I’ve only seen this video recently, and when I watched it, it struck a chord with me. I think he has put into words what I believe, and what I think is true. All my life I have believed that we are all equal - no matter if you’re black, white, gay, straight, a Muslim, a Christian or a Jew.
This, what we’re living in is the human experience and no one is more right than the other. I’ve always believed that no one’s time is more important, or responsibilities.
There’s a whole world out there, beyond one’s religious upbringing. Countries and continents that don’t believe the same thing that you do. I’ve always been strangely aware of this. And I believe that no one is fully right or wrong.
But what do you think? I’d be curious to hear everyone’s responses.
Happy Father’s Day to the guy that always changes my oil, fixes my car, lets me raid the refrigerator when I’m home for the weekend, shares my love of RHOOC, and gave me that famous strawberry in my strawberry blonde hair.
Even though today you ripped the plastic off of my digital camera screen that had been there since 2009, I forgive you. Only because it’s father’s day.