Ce coeur est libre.
Etre conquis, être gagné.
Ne jamais être compromis.
l'attente être défaite

donc garder votre distance à moins que vous êtes grandi

catharsis: the purging of the emotions or relieving of emotional tensions, esp. through certain kinds of art, as tragedy or music.

especially through art, as tragedy or music.
tragedy or music.
music.

there has been this revolution going on inside my heart, mind, morality...
i sat in the orpheum on friday, and i found myself slain by beauty, purged by melancholy.
and i reveled in it.
oh sad little damien rice, you slay me so.

our Lover creates us.
He gives us individual hearts.
He gives us unique passions.
He gives some of us different temperaments.
and He gives some of us hearts of sadness.

truth is truth. i believe truth. hardcore.
but the truth is huge. and much of it is still a mystery to us.
and truth does not have to be equated with goodness or happiness. Truth is not relative, but its place in our life is relative....subject to our sin, our heart, our humanity. and since we are all born with every capacity to fully accept the truth, since we are made in the very image of truth, there are grains of truth in everything. a discerning spirit, a heart living in constant communion with the Ghost will be able to sift through the chaff and find the wheat.

there is beauty. it's everywhere.

i've found it creeping up on me, surprising me in the most unexpected places...in the in-between times, in people i thought i'd figured out.

hearts of sadness, hearts of hope.
they are made from the same substance.

and i must confess i didn't use to think this way. i suppose it's time to make amends. but where to find the courage? how to articulate a heart so full, so far, so different?

now i see that what matters is productivity. for the Kingdom, for the Good.
He is a Him of beauty. He is a Him of art.
and every offering we can supply Him is a tribute to His magnum opus.