Sunday, February 22, 2009

set these once broken bones to dancing.

Holly Golightly: You know those days when you get the mean reds?
Paul Varjak: The mean reds. You mean like the blues?
Holly Golightly: No. The blues are because you're getting fat, and maybe it's been raining too long. You're just sad, that's all. The mean reds are horrible. Suddenly you're afraid, and you don't know what you're afraid of. Do you ever get that feeling?

Hush, Hush, Hush … I heard a sound come from the ground
All of the trees are a buzz
Talking in tongues, talking with lungs
Talking of freedom
I'll find my hope in you.

"There is no room in love for fear. Well-formed love banishes fear. Since fear is crippling, a fearful life—fear of death, fear of judgment — is one not yet fully formed in love. We, though, are going to love — love and be loved. First we were loved, now we love. He loved us first."
now, teach me to dance.

1 comment:

ooh! said...

"There is no room in love for fear. Well-formed love banishes fear."

Always loved that. Tonight my pastor said something along the lines of "Christianity is not about reaching out to God. It's about Him reaching out to us." Cos He always is. But I seem to forget that a lot and it's so easy to complicate it.