Light   and  Space  

 Feel like a spirkle of Tarkovsky's polaroids got right into my hands

The sky is the biggest oyster in the world secretly hiding a million pearls in its layers.

Planning on going to a cabin in Montana, but in a meanwhile 

'Now love has survived. Love has survived all the brokenness. It has become imperfect. It has acquired new qualities of desire, of greed, of lust, of power, of possessiveness, of what-not, but still it is love. It is a feeling that turns one person towards the other with a sense of wonder, a contemplative vision of beauty, a sense that one’s own fulfilment is in the other, that one is not self-contained, that it is only in the other, or in the others in the plural that fulfilment can be sought and perhaps achieved.

In spite, therefore, of all the ugliness that has developed, what we find in the fallen world is the light that shines in the darkness, and every negative thing, every form of brokenness results in longing and in a movement towards one another in spite of what tears us away from each other'.

Anthony of Sourozh  (Bloom) 

The only promise I can make this fall is to keep looking for beauty, although it's tough. But what's not nowadays?

The moment you feel you've got it all wrong is a true blessing. It liberates from erroneous righteousness.  Patience of Father is the only ulimited one. He's forbearingly looking at our stubborness and vivid desire to exploit every single chance we've been given, every way we've taken with firm belief of our self-sufficiency. But there comes a day (if you're lucky enough) when you feel like a tired stranger who needs some rest and the only safe place to stay in the dark hour is by His side.