"Magic is the science of love." -Papus
How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.
A brother at Scetis committed a fault. A council was called to which Abba Moses was invited, but he refused to go to it. Then the priest sent someone to say to him, ‘Come, for everyone is waiting for you.’ So he got up and went. He took a leaking jug, filled it with water and carried it with him. The others came out to meet him and said to him,
‘What is this, Father?’ The old man said to them, ‘My sins ran
out behind me, and I do not see them, and today I am
coming to judge the errors of another.’ When they heard that
they said no more to the brother but forgave him.
I love songs about horses, railroads, land, Judgment Day, family, hard times, whiskey, courtship, marriage, adultery, separation, murder, war, prison, rambling, damnation, home, salvation, death, pride, humor, piety, rebellion, patriotism, larceny, determination, tragedy, rowdiness, heartbreak and love. And Mother. And God.
Poetry, dreams, desire, everything leads me to you.