i love ann lamott:
you've got to love this in a god - consistently assembling they motleyest people to bring, into the lonely and frightening world, a commitment to caring and community. it's a centuries-long reality show - moses the stutterer, rahab the hooker, david the adulterer, mary the homeless teenager. not to mention all the mealy-mouthed disciples. not to mention a raging insecure narcissist like me.
she's so beautiful.
i also love autumn. more than anything. it's a wonderful time with vibrant colors that speak into my soul. i love its smells. i love the way it feels, its crispness enveloping me and the way darkness begins to creep into the daylight. the way that darkness brings about a feeling of numberless, anything's possible thoughts. i'm usually restless, but autumn nights make me so itchy for adventure i can't even stand it. i love, and despise, the way that this season fills my nostalgia bucket to the brim, spilling over. drops and drops of meaningful memories. it takes me back to days of high school, and the youngest of loves that created crippling depression and mountains of glorious growing and learning. i recall visiting the darkest hours of night in my first moments of being completely independent, the freedom and loneliness that was discovered there, revealing itself through deep, emotional writing, feuling my love for these things. i remember restless night time drives to no where in particular. a playlist i made that made me feel infinite, listening to that playlist under golden branches. i think of leaves falling on lakeview and fumbling to describe the notion that is my god. and always, at the forefront of my nostalgia, is evening through the hills of pennsylvania, more stars than black sky, balto, feeling infinite on the brooklyn bridge, electricity inside of a subway car, and innocence.
significance always occurs in my autumns. i'm eager for this time.
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