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I was talking to my mom yesterday about the outdoor activities I want to try in the spring. In that moment, I realized how much I love being outside. And how much I miss the summer. Biking, hiking, swimming, playing tennis or volleyball. I want to try paddle boarding and canoeing this year as well. I am so much happier and more productive when it’s warm out. I look forward to the spring and summer months. I can move my body the way I want when it’s not cold as ice outside.

Childhood made everything feel like it lingered. The time it took for hot chocolate to cool down was eternal. Christmas day took weeks. The two-hour drive to my grandparents' house took us to a new world. It's all too fast now.

you start enjoying your life when you appreciate the small moments. the everyday things. that's what takes up most of your time, every single day. enjoy them appreciate them.

there is no ‘right time’ there is just time and what you choose to do with it 

I love how irrelevant tumblr is. like no celebrities on here, no colleagues or family on here, no one’s famous off tumblr or making money, tbh no ones even updating the site like is there even any staff? who knows? it’s bliss

The crisis cycle

The daily Mass readings for last week and this week are full of stuff from the Book of Revelation. Striking images that are all over the place. Sometimes odd, sometimes scary. Sometimes even beautiful.

It feels kind of random. Yet it’s somehow familiar.

That’s because it mirrors the pattern of our lives. Take away all of the visuals. The images of plagues, and angels, and seals. And it becomes a lot clearer.

Andy Andrews describes it this way, “All people – all lives – are either in a crisis, coming out of a crisis, or headed for a crisis.”

Why should our life in Christ be any different?

And yet, it is.

That’s the point of all the stuff in Revelation. That our life in Christ is different.

It’s different in that, in Christ, the crisis cycle does not get the final word.

That is the promise of the Book of Revelation.

That there is hope. Because there is more to your life than the crisis cycle of this life.

That even though you and I are not home yet. There is a home waiting for us.

The constant presence of the crisis cycle in this life can make it hard to see that. Can make it seem like the crisis cycle is all that there is.

Which is why the daily work – and it must be done daily – of keeping our eyes on Jesus is so important.

So that you and I can stay grounded in hope.

Knowing that the crisis cycle does not get the final word.  

Today’s Readings

Can parents stop acting like providing a child’s basic needs is something to be earned? So many kids grow up traumatised because they were made to feel guilty about the existence they never asked for

Stills from the exceptional “acqua alta” (lit.“high water”), high tide in Venice 30/10/18

They all seem so chill about it

Venecians: Oooooooh Water! You goof!

Giethoorn in Netherlands has no roads or any modern transportation at all, only canals. Well, and 176 bridges too. Tourists have to leave their cars outside of the village and travel here by foot or boat by. So you can probably imagine how peaceful it is here.

Making fun of girls who dream of being a wife and stay-at-home-mom actually doesn’t make you progressive or feminist or cool, it just makes you a person who shits on someone else’s dream, a.k.a an asshole 

Whenever someone says that I say “Okay, whatever floats your boat, I guess” and then I think “Why would she want that? Isn’t it boring to just sit around all day and do nothing?”

Moms don’t “sit around all day and do nothing” - they have a incredibly important 24/7 job: raising little human beings. Don’t devalue that by calling it “nothing”. 

Man, my mom cooked, cleaned, paid the bills, went grocery shopping, did my hair every morning before school and every night (which, as a white woman with no prior experience of doing black hair, especially on a tender-headed child, is no easy feat). She helped with my homework, consoled me after a bad day, frequently volunteered at the school. She even picked my anxious, crying ass up from kindergarten early nearly every day for the first semester and would lie down with me every night when I was a child until I fell asleep (and that usually took several hours). That’s not even scratching the surface of all the things she’s done for me and my siblings. She was always the first person up and the last person to go to bed. Nothing about what she did, and continues to do to a lesser degree, is easy.

Domestic work is constantly undervalued even though every family depends on it. My grandmother on my mom’s side would go hungry just so her kids could eat - that is not nothing.

Also, if you would commend a man for being a stay at home dad and doing exactly what women have been doing for centuries, don’t pretend you care about women’s labor.

cute little cow baby in a field of red flowers

wishing i was on a balcony in italy, wearing a long floral dress, eating fresh fruit, and staring at the sunset and landscape below me

A 1920s Fisherman’s Shack

© Luisa Brimble

The most beautiful thing you will look today

3 years it took this girl to turn this piece of truck garbage into her home and it was beautiful. 😍😮 Have a good trip!

Voldemort: aveada kedavera Harry: omggg DEADDD💀💀😂😂😂😂😂😂👌👌👌💯💯💯💀I CANT BREATHE