Rain.

The day is cold, and dark, and dreary
It rains, and the wind is never weary;
The vine still clings to the mouldering wall,
But at every gust the dead leaves fall,
And the day is dark and dreary.

My life is cold, and dark, and dreary;
It rains, and the wind is never weary;
My thoughts still cling to the mouldering Past,
But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast,
And the days are dark and dreary.

Be still, sad heart! and cease repining;
Behind the clouds is the sun still shining;
Thy fate is the common fate of all,
Into each life some rain must fall,
Some days must be dark and dreary.

Longfellow.

Little Lion Man

Photos from this morning's shoot.
It was loosely based on Mumford and Son's song, Little Lion Man.

"Weep for yourself, my man,
You'll never be what is in your heart.
Weep Little Lion Man,
You're not as brave as you were at the start...



Rate yourself and rake yourself,
Take all the courage you have left
Wasted on fixing all the problems
That you made in your own head...



But it was not your fault but mine
And it was your heart on the line
I really (messed) it up this time
Didn't I, my dear?



Tremble for yourself, my man,
You know that you have seen this all before
Tremble Little Lion Man,
You'll never settle any of your scores...



Your grace is wasted in your face,
Your boldness stands alone among the wreck
Now learn from your mother or else spend your days
Biting your own neck...




But it was not your fault but mine
And it was your heart on the line
I really (messed) it up this time
Didn't I, my dear?


Didn't I, my dear?"




They were such good sports. It was probably 40 degrees out. I am so grateful for friend who would wake up at 6:30 in the morning and go trekking in the woods before the golden sunlight is too strong.

Have a good Sunday.
Mary Em

polkadots

I haven't posted an outfit photo in forever. In fact, I haven't posted in forever.

I love this skirt. Today the birds were migrating or something. They flew all over and made all kinds of racket.

Life, as I know it right now.

Life is good.
Love is good.
Friends are good.
God is good.
Motivation is good.
Sleeping is good.
Music is good.
Sufjan is good.
Cold is good.
Chapstick is good.
Photos are good.


All of these are understatements.

Honestly, my life the last couple weeks has been hard. Emotionally, physically, mentally. I've been bogged down with thinking of the future more than I do the present. I've been bogged down by routines. and most of all I've been bogged down by the weight of my own sin.
Then came hope.
As I was reading Catcher in the Rye I read a passage where Holden (the main character) says about a museum- "Nobody'd be different. The only thing that would be different would be you." He goes on to say that no matter what, you'd be a different person every time you'd come to the museum.
Then I realized something about days. They're interesting things you see, because every single one of them is new. No matter what, at the beginning of each day, I'm a different person than I was before. I may not change personalities. But I may have talked to someone new the day before or dreamed something or not dreamed at all. Because every day is a fresh page, I needn't worry about. You shouldn't either.
So seize tomorrow with a zeal unlike any other. You're a new you. the Day's a new Day.

Mary Em.