Thursday, March 27, 2014

stuck in love.

But luxury has never appealed to me. I like simple things, books, being alone, or with somebody who understands. ~Daphne du Maurier, "The Lover"
I'm so grateful for nights like this.  The rainy kind that just barely quench our yearning for spring as it uncovers all of the green from its frozen state.  I always like to think rainstorms and blizzards are God's way of telling us to stop and rest a moment.  So I'm obeying.  Candles are lit, Ben Howard is wooing me in the background, and look at this, I found my blog again :)

It's funny how you can get stuck just going through the motions, cruising in autopilot until something finally wakes you up, realizing that a whole piece of yourself was left a few miles back.  I watched a movie the other night, Stuck in Love (check it out on Netflix!) and was reunited with my adoration of language and the treasure in taking time to simply "be" and reflect.  Outside of faith based, self-improvement, or business books, I have not enjoyed a good piece of literature in I don't know how long.  
"You mean pinning wise quotes on Pinterest don't suffice in fulfilling a passion?!   Whaat."  
This has been my exposure as of late.  Sad truth.
Instead of just dipping my toes in an unfulfilling way, this movie reminded me of my love for diving in and swimming around in words until I'm as pruny as can be.   


Stuck in Love inspired me to become reacquainted with Raymond Carver, the mean-muggin gent above.  I vaguely remember studying him in a high school lit class, but I think my brain was too self-absorbed to let anything else sink in.  Another sad truth.  But despite his gruff appearance, the quote below provides a glimpse of a tender and romantic heart.  I can't wait to pick up a copy of the short stories in What We Talk About When We Talk About Love, or Will you Please be Quiet, Please? 
Let the swimming begin. 
raymond carver.
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