My dear friend Leah writes about up and coming bands for our school paper and had the pleasure of meeting this lovely trio last week at the Casbah. I swoon for the The Lumineers upon first listen but fell hard after watching this video… enjoy!
Stolen From Cup Of Jo:
Back in 1958, John Steinbeck, author of East of Eden, The Grapes of Wrath, and Of Mice and Men, got a letter from his teenage son Thom, in which Thom confessed that he had fallen desperately in love with a girl named Susan at his boarding school.
Steinbeck wrote this wise and wonderful letter back to him the same day…
New York
November 10, 1958
Dear Thom:
We had your letter this morning. I will answer it from my point of view and of course Elaine will from hers.
First — if you are in love — that’s a good thing — that’s about the best thing that can happen to anyone. Don’t let anyone make it small or light to you.
Second — There are several kinds of love. One is a selfish, mean, grasping, egotistical thing which uses love for self-importance. This is the ugly and crippling kind. The other is an outpouring of everything good in you — of kindness and consideration and respect — not only the social respect of manners but the greater respect which is recognition of another person as unique and valuable. The first kind can make you sick and small and weak but the second can release in you strength, and courage and goodness and even wisdom you didn’t know you had.
You say this is not puppy love. If you feel so deeply — of course it isn’t puppy love.
But I don’t think you were asking me what you feel. You know better than anyone. What you wanted me to help you with is what to do about it — and that I can tell you.
Glory in it for one thing and be very glad and grateful for it.
The object of love is the best and most beautiful. Try to live up to it.
If you love someone — there is no possible harm in saying so — only you must remember that some people are very shy and sometimes the saying must take that shyness into consideration.
Girls have a way of knowing or feeling what you feel, but they usually like to hear it also.
It sometimes happens that what you feel is not returned for one reason or another — but that does not make your feeling less valuable and good.
Lastly, I know your feeling because I have it and I’m glad you have it.
We will be glad to meet Susan. She will be very welcome. But Elaine will make all such arrangements because that is her province and she will be very glad to. She knows about love too and maybe she can give you more help than I can.
And don’t worry about losing. If it is right, it happens — The main thing is not to hurry. Nothing good gets away.
Love,
Fa
Well said Mr. Steinbeck.
(Source: lettersofnote.com)
I’ve Seen All Good People - Yes
Watched Almost Famous, made smoothies, spent the day in my swim suit, and I still have sand in my hair… today feels like summer.
(Source: stephaloney)
My best friends from home, Andie and Caroline, live together in Flagstaff Arizona and sent me a bit of snail mail this week. Inside of a rather large envelope, were handfuls of verses and prayers typed onto beautiful pieces of paper along with handwritten letters from each of them. On one tiny piece of floral paper, were the words “all our sins are stones at the bottom of your ocean”, from this song by John Mark McMillan.
The little papers, along with the song, are incredible reminders of the constant works of reconciliation the Lord is doing in our hearts on a daily (even hourly) basis. I hope the song blesses you and brings you into the state of thankfulness that I am feeling right now.
Midterms are over for me, praise the Lord. Happy Thursday you guys.
My dear friend Ian McKay is currently running for ASB president at our small college in San Diego and these are his campaign posters. I shot the pictures in film while the lovely slogans and logos were done by Leah Willis, a gifted graphic design major and my very best friend. Ian is a small town boy from Holland, Michigan with very big plans for Point Loma. He has our vote, hope he gets yours.
Happy Presidents Day.
