In Italy, you never know if people are coming or leaving, if moments are beginning or ending, and history and recession and winding roads from the hills to the sea all run together, but there's a consolation - there will always be pasta on the table.
Showing posts with label europe. Show all posts
Showing posts with label europe. Show all posts
Monday, May 26, 2014
Friday, May 23, 2014
the voices in the morning
There are voices I love to hear in the morning, and fall asleep to as they murmur along with the constant London rain, my family across the ocean. There aren't words to describe the way these fingers and toes and livers and spleens have wriggled their way into my heart.
Sunday, January 26, 2014
the pristine quiet
it was almost a cliche, plumbing the depths of my past in an all white house, with space and quiet and tears, and the sharp tongue of anger that I had hidden from for so long, but there was a freedom, too, in the quiet of the summer, in the hush of freedom.
Wednesday, January 22, 2014
fresh breaths
In the exact moment that I needed a fresh breath, an escape, my best friend's parents claimed me as their own and whisked me away to a city stuck in time, streets I'd read about, a day without having to face the pain.
(Bath, UK, and London, England)
Sunday, May 12, 2013
corners and continents
we find ourselves in the oddest places:
in a boat race in the middle of Rotterdam,
on road trips through Holland,
in the middle of a field between canals,
and traveling,
traveling,
our traveling bones
in a boat race in the middle of Rotterdam,
on road trips through Holland,
in the middle of a field between canals,
and traveling,
traveling,
our traveling bones
Monday, February 18, 2013
the times between
the times between were the growing times,
when we woke up to snow and still traveled north,
when we waited on Westminster Bridge for the turn of the year,
when I learned to be loved and to love more than I ever had before.
when we woke up to snow and still traveled north,
when we waited on Westminster Bridge for the turn of the year,
when I learned to be loved and to love more than I ever had before.
Thursday, November 15, 2012
boroughs and bus stops
i met a house on a busy street
between bus stops and borough signs
and I made my home in a chaotic rush
and splintered pieces of my heart to leave behind
Wednesday, August 31, 2011
london calling in my veins
I went to London on a missions trip in May 2011 and June 2011. I did street theatre and volunteered at a community centre in Battersea. These are pictures from that trip, and they mean so much to me, especially now that I am bound back to these people in May of next year.
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