Pablo and Judith.

StumbleUpon is really awesome. Today I came across a whole ton of qoutes about poetry and taken from poetry. Listed was a poet called Pablo Neruda, who has apparently won a Nobel Prize for literature, but I had never heard of him. A piece of his work was sampled and it swallowed me whole. It is as follows:

"I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.
Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.
Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day
I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.

I hunger for your sleek laugh,
your hands the color of a savage harvest,
hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails,
I want to eat your skin like a whole almond.

I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body,
the sovereign nose of your arrogant face,
I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes,

and I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight,
hunting for you, for your hot heart,
Like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue."


If that does not move you, please never speak to me again. I kid, we can speak, just not about anything worth while apparently. I kid again. Really though, I am overjoyed at having discovered this man and cannot WAIT to purchase his complete works.


I finished a book this morning that I began yesterday. It is called "Fat Girl" written by Judith Moore. It is an autobiography about a little girl turned woman whose entire life has been spent obese. It details a terrible childhood and an adulthood not much better. It made me think a lot about my own eating and issues and parents and childhood and good memories and bad memories and despite all of it how God somehow kept his hand on me and I turned out okay. No matter the mistakes made by my parents they always loved me and I always knew it. Only for a moment, (in the grand scheme of life), did I become so lost that I grabbed for the ankles of anyone or anything that could fill the hole in my heart. It came and went quickly and I, without much hesitation let the only person who could fill it do so- God. All that to say, today I am thankful for being reminded how blessed my life has been regardless of any major downs.

I am reminded of the following scripture:

What, then, shall we say in response to these things? If God is for us, who can be against us? He who did not spare his own Son, but gave him up for us all—how will he not also, along with him, graciously give us all things? Who will bring any charge against those whom God has chosen? It is God who justifies.Who then is the one who condemns? No one. Christ Jesus who died—more than that, who was raised to life—is at the right hand of God and is also interceding for us.Who shall separate us from the love of Christ? Shall trouble or hardship or persecution or famine or nakedness or danger or sword? As it is written:
  “For your sake we face death all day long;
   we are considered as sheep to be slaughtered.”
No, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him who loved us. For I am convinced that
neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord.

Romans 8:31-40