Posted on January 4, 2013 by Jennifer Wolfe
“Not knowing when the dawn will come
I open every door.”
Posted on December 7, 2012 by Jennifer Wolfe
“Love blurs your vision; but after it recedes, you can see more clearly than ever. It’s like the tide going out, revealing whatever’s been thrown away and sunk: broken bottles, old gloves, rusting pop cans, nibbled fishbodies, bones. This is the kind of thing you see if you sit in the darkness with open eyes, not knowing the future.”
Does love blur your vision? Or are you a veteran of love, wise to the twists and cracks ready to trip you up, knock you over and turn your life upside down? Squeezing your eyes shut, you think you see clearly, know where you’re going…then zap! the not knowing….the never-knowing….the world out our window.
Posted on November 30, 2012 by Jennifer Wolfe
“To love. To be loved. To never forget your own insignificance. To never get used to the unspeakable violence and the vulgar disparity of life around you. To seek joy in the saddest places. To pursue beauty to its lair. To never simplify what is complicated or complicate what is simple. To respect strength, never power. Above all, to watch. To try and understand. To never look away. And never, never to forget.”
Posted on November 1, 2012 by Jennifer Wolfe
Sometimes we just have to grab onto whatever it takes to make it through the day…
memories of peaceful times, hopes for the future, faith in friendships, and love of beauty.
Peace.
What do you do to brighten your day? Do you have a special place that you go back to?
Posted on October 6, 2012 by Jennifer Wolfe
It’s a strange feeling being here right now, at the center. There’s a certain kind of energy in the air here, right now, where it all began, where it’s all about to happen again. So many stories to hear, so many stories still yet to unfold. I stood on the rooftop tonight, looked out at the lights reflected on the Potomac and wondered. How many have been here and questioned what comes next, worried, what if. I gazed at the Lincoln, the Jefferson, the Washington, and imagined a world at once so very different from today, but yet so eerily similar. I thought of those that have come before and died at the hands of those who disagreed. I dreamed of what I could do, here right now, at the center, then turned, and walked back down.