So I really love quotes, and thought I would share some with you.
Have any of you heard of Storypeople? We were talking about them at girls group. It's this artist guy in Iowa who does some abstract figure drawings and puts them together with stream of consciousness quotes, some of which are really funny, and others are kinda deep. I encourage you to check out their webpage at storypeople.com. I have them send me a quote every day. If you like them, you can sign up on their email page. Here are some samples:
My grandmother kept a box of old photos in her attic & we used to go up there on rainy days & sit on the floor in the dusty light & go through them & she would tell about witches & broken hearts & how we came from royal blood & it was all there in the pictures, she said & then we'd lose the light & we'd all go downstairs for dinner & in our secret hearts we sat taller knowing once we had ruled the world.
I wouldn't mind being grownup, she told me, if I didn't have to get up & be grumpy right away every morning.
I'm at that point in the day where I'm tired of myself, she said, so if you don't mind, I'm going to be someone else until bedtime & we had a lovely time together, my new friend & I.
The plumber was digging around in the pipes & he saw something shine in the muck & it turned out to be the soul of the last tenant. He gave it to me & I said I wonder how we can return it & he shrugged & said he found stuff like that all the time. You'd be amazed what people lose, he said.
And here is a quote from Frederick Buechner, one of my new favorite theologians:
“Faith is homesickness. Faith is a lump in the throat. Faith is less a position on than a movement toward, less a sure thing than a hunch. Faith is waiting. Faith is journeying through space and time.
So if someone (and this frequently happens) were to come up and ask me to talk about my faith, it’s exactly that journey through space and time I’d have to talk about. The ups and downs of the years, the dreams, the odd moment, the intuitions. I’d have to talk about the occasional sense I have that life isn’t just a series of events causing other events as haphazardly as a break shot in pool causes billiard balls to go off in many directions, but that life has a plot the way a novel has a plot—that events are somehow leading somewhere.”
