i do a lot. but not all the time. this was a nice little jolt to my system.
from
The Sacred Journey by Frederick Beuchner:
She was a girl going on thirteen as I was, with a mouth that turned up at the corners. If we ever spoke to each other about anything of consequence, I have long since forgotten it...But one day at dusk we were sitting side by side on a crumbling stone wall watching the Salt Kettle ferries come and go, when...our knees happened to touch for a mom
ent, and in that moment I was filled with such a sweet panic and anguish of longing for I had no idea what. i knew my life could never be complete until I found it...It was the upward-reaching and fathomlessly hungering, heart-breaking love, and, beyond that, for that beauty easy of the sun and west of the moon which is the past the reach of all but our most desperate desiring and is finally the beauty of Beauty itself, of Being itself and what lies at the heart of Being.
i have hope to meet a man who aches as much as I do; a man with enough hope to live on.
