GileStyles: life according to sash...

Thursday, September 25, 2008

life according to sash...

so bulled point randomness,
the introduction of jordan rehrer into my life has been very eventful,
broken pelvises, car crashes, meeting and greeting of people, life has not been boring.
but here are some pictures to keep you missing the brilliance of queenstown... much much love, this is sasha signing out...

3 comments:

Anonymous said...: i like......; 11:33 PM
smehts05 said...: I must say...you do have a nack for intresting lifestyles!
Love ya Loves!
-Me; 8:08 AM
smehts05 said...: Oh p.s its Leana...in case you couldnot tell by my pic.; 8:08 AM

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Poem of the Month

There is a faith in loving fiercely
the one who is rightfully yours,
especially if you have
waited years and especially
if part of you never believed
you could deserve this
loved and beckoning hand
held out to you this way.

I am thinking of faith now
and the testaments of loneliness
and what we feel we are
worthy of in this world.

Years ago in the Hebrides
I remember an old man
who walked every morning
on the grey stones
to the shore of the baying seals,

who would press his hat
to his chest in the blustering
salt wind and say his prayer
to the turbulent Jesus
hidden in the water,

and I think of the story
of the storm and everyone
waking and seeing
the distant
yet familiar figure
far across the water
calling to them,

and how we are all
preparing for that
abrupt waking,
and that calling,
and that moment
we have to say yes,
except it will
not come so grandly,
so Biblically,
but more subtly
and intimately in the face
of the one you know
you have to love,

so that when we finally step out of the boat
toward them, we find
everything holds
us, and confirms
our courage, and if you wanted
to drown you could,
but you don’t

because finally
after all the struggle
and all the years,
you don’t want to any more,
you’ve simply had enough
of drowning
and you want to live and you
want to love and you will
walk across any territory
and any darkness,
however fluid and however
dangerous, to take the
one hand you know
belongs in yours.

~ David Whyte ~