ambrosia

 my photography, our life

when i get honest, i admit i am a bundle of paradoxes. i believe and i doubt, i hope and i get discouraged, i love and i hate, i feel bad about feeling good, i feel guilty about not feeling guilty. i am trusting and suspicious. i am honest and i still play games. aristotle said i am a rational animal; i say i am an angel with an incredible capacity for beer.

 

 

 

 we are half-hearted creatures, fooling about with drink and sex and ambition when infinite joy is offered us. Like an ignorant child who wants to go on making mud pies in a slum because he cannot understand what is meant by the offer of a holiday at the sea. we are far too easily pleased. -C.S.Lewis

i believe in a God who doesn’t tell me to have it all together. dry up all my tears. talk right. sit up straight. act my age. He doesn’t require me to abandon my occasional antisocial tendancies. my small delights. my procrastination. my weird humor. my sentimentalism. He sees my mistakes. my scraped knees. my typos. my insides. outsides. past. present. future. 
i fall short every day. wash. rinse. repeat.
(i am loved.)