"I was the lion you do not remember who pushed the boat in which you lay,a child near death, so that it came to shore where a man sat, wakeful at midnight, to receive you." "Then it was you who wounded Aravis?" "It was I." "But what for?" "Child," said the Voice, "I am telling you your story, not hers. I tell no-one any story but his own ." "Who are you?" asked Shasta. "Myself," said the Voice, very deep and low so that the earth shook: and again "Myself," loud and clear and gay: then the third time"Myself," whispered so softly you could hardly
hear it, and yet it seemed to come from all round you as if the leaves rustled with it."

from The Horse and His Boy by C.S. Lewis


Thursday, December 4, 2008

can of worms.

"It is, I think, that we are all so alone in what lies deepest in our souls, so unable to find the words and perhaps the courage to speak with unlocked hearts, that we do not know at all that is the same with others." - sheldon vanauken


over and over and over again this quote comes to me. trust is SO hard for me! especially when my faith in people has been wrecked over and over and over again.

driving in my car to my 'happy' music makes things easier to overcome. I know that sounds ridiculous, but it really is true. some of my freest moments have been turning up the music and just driving. there's just something about it.

I want to finish this post someday...but not now. so this is my official "note to self."
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