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hugo

what remains? the language remains.

Then too . . . my family home,

so to speak, was a bit different than usual.

There was so much that was special about it . . .

there were rules of conduct by which

I retained my dignity . . . and

I was protected,

absolutely protected,

at home.

-Hannah Arendt, A Conversation with Günther Gaus

tile:

golem , berlin;

katharina seidlitz

photos:

berlin + strasbourg,

vt

A fine wind is blowing the new direction of Time.

the whole of mr. lawrence's poem (from the last post):

song of a man who has come through

anne and grace

from

Traveling Mercies:

I do not at all understand the mystery of grace- only that it meets us where we are but does not leave us where it found us...

I don't know why life isn't constructed to be seamless and safe, why we make such glaring mistakes, things fall so short of our expectations... I don't know why it's not more like it is in the movies, why things don't come out neatly and lessons can't be learned when you're in the mood for learning them, why love and grace often come in such motley packaging. But I was reminded of the lines of D. H. Lawrence that are taped to the wall of my office:

What is the knocking?

What is the knocking at the door in the night?

It is somebody wants to do us harm.

No, no, it is the three strange angels.

Admit them, admit them.

- anne lamott

photos: vt

go ahead

be a light; use what you've got.

share it. pour forth- spend out, for all the best reasons.

is there anything more beautiful

than generosity of spirit?

happy new year, with love

wishing you a glorious 2012

these, too

three

ways to look at gray

light. dust. snow.

postcards for mr. beer and mr. john

a toast,

to two people who know from home

'a gigantic and delicate marvel'

"I would go from one turret to another,

admiring . . . the view of France, Switzerland

and Germany via one ray of sunshine."

-- Victor Hugo

The Cathedral of Our Lady of Strasbourg