mygentlehope

[mygentlehope]

“run to the rescue with love, and peace will follow”

— River Phoenix; August 23, 1970–October 31, 1993

[mygentlehope]

“He also loves. He also has suffered. He also has waited a long time.”

—C.S. Lewis, The Great Divorce

[mygentlehope]

“I want a moment to be real; want to touch things I don’t feel; want to hold on and feel I belong.”

Jim Hawkins • Treasure Planet (2002)

Edit because I watched Treasure Planet for the first time a couple days ago. Loved it.

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lyrics: I’m Still Here by John Rzeznik

[mygentlehope]

"I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep" - Summer 2024

Ocean Vuong, Thanksgiving 2006 / Jean Louis Forain, Tight-Rope Walker / Edgar Degas, Miss La La at the Cirque Fernando / S. J. Tucker, Wonders / Twisters (2024) / Lainey Wilson, Hang Tight Honey / Ross Gay, Sorrow Is Not My Name / photograph mine / Ada Limón, American Pharoah / Lanie Gardner, Chasing the Wind / photograph mine / Tadeu Jnr, Unsplash / Ada Limón, Instructions on Not Giving Up

[mygentlehope]

“As the deer panteth for the water, so my soul longeth after You;

You alone are my heart’s desire, and I long to worship You.”

Source: video and photos are my own. I captured these shots at The Garden of the Gods in Colorado Springs. GIF kinda destroyed the quality, but it’s from an amazing video I’m happy to have gotten. Please credit.

[mygentlehope]

It was not my secret:

But, pressed flowers are still flowers, still as bright red and as hummingbird-shaped in the pages of a book

As they are on the spine of a brick wall,

Coiling around the flattened branches, a family tree two decades old.

It was not my duty

To hide you there:

Your petals smoothed against pages 89 and 90

Of a thick, heavy book.

You did not need me, did not know me;

The birds did pay me no mind

As I sat in the old and growing garden

‘Neath a tree could bear my weight

On a ground could bear my ignorance.

It was not my privilege

To be alone in the world. Was not my sorrow

To bear the day alone,

To consecrate the beauty,

And to place it in a poem.

The flowers are still blooming

Soundlessly, wether I’m there or not,

For spring will keep on coming while the earth remaineth.

And long after I am gone from here,

Far onward, and sometime homeward,

Red flowers will still push their heads

From beds and bonnets of green, and will smile at the sun.

It is not my secret

But still I’ll keep it,

Safe and settled; hid away.

— e.g.e.

Dedicated to my little brother. I love you.

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[mygentlehope]

“It is a far, far better thing that I do, than I have ever done; it is a far, far better rest that I go to than I have ever known.”  — Sydney Carton, A Tale of Two Cities • Charles Dickens

Edit for my most recently finished book.

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[mygentlehope]

“To love or have loved, that is enough.

Ask nothing further. There is no other pearl

to be found in the dark folds of life.”

— Victor Hugo, Les Misérables

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The Ewing and Muriel Kauffman Memorial Garden • Kansas City

[mygentlehope]

my gentle hope— int.

I read the poetry,

I learn to play piano,

I look at the trees, and I tend the earth,

And I want you to know how real it is.

All of it. There is no silence

When the music is off.

There is something loud growing in me,

And one day I will learn to say it.

— e.g.e.

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