I watch her as she leaves. Everything about her is fluid as a river. Her messy hair, her xylophone voice, the strokes of her paintbrush. Even her camouflage army jacket hangs loose, flowing like ribbons. Lisa Ann Sandell More Quotes by Lisa Ann Sandell More Quotes From Lisa Ann Sandell As I say the words, I realize how true they are. And maybe that's the trick to getting through it, through life: realizing that everybody, including ourselves, is lugging around some kind of screwed-up baggage. Maybe we are put here to help each other carry the loads. Lisa Ann Sandell baggage helping life They say no land remains to be discovered, no continent is left unexplored. But the whole world is out there, waiting, just waiting for me. I want to do things-- I want to walk the rain-soaked streets of London, and drink mint tea in Casablanca. I want to wander the wastelands of the Gobi desert and see a yak. I think my life's ambition is to see a yak. I want to bargain for trinkets in an Arab market in some distant, dusty land. There's so much. But, most of all, I want to do things that will mean something. Lisa Ann Sandell ambition rain travel The birch trees loom ahead like a brotherhood of ghosts. Lisa Ann Sandell brotherhood ghost tree What place does a woman have here, in the realm of men? Lisa Ann Sandell realms doe men It should begin with friendship, I think. Suddenly I cannot look at him. It should begin with friendship and truly knowing who a person is, knowing his flaws and hopes and strengths and fears, knowing all of it. And admiring and caring for- loving the person because of all of those things... I know that now. Lisa Ann Sandell knowing caring thinking I've got this image in my head of how I want my life to look, and I have absolutely no idea how to get there. And I'm so scared that I'll make some wrong decision - just one - and everything will get messed up and go wrong -for good. Lisa Ann Sandell decision looks ideas Somewhere, things must be beautiful and vivid. Somewhere else, life has to be beautiful and vivid and rich. Not like this muted palette -a pale blue bedroom, washed out sunny sky, dull green yellow brown of the fields. Here, I know ever twist of every road, every blade of grass, every face in this town, and I am suffocating. Lisa Ann Sandell somewhere-else blue beautiful The song is languid and speaks of love and loneliness and loss. Why does love seem to go with the sad things? Lisa Ann Sandell loneliness loss song And at that moment, a lilting melody lifts to the moon as a single sparrow sings. Lisa Ann Sandell sparrows moments moon Love is a tempestuous mistress. And none of us shall ever master her. Lisa Ann Sandell mistress masters love-is My sparrow, she flickers and wakes and sings and sings. Lisa Ann Sandell flicker sparrows Child, think not of those things, those dark possibilities. Your father and brothers are here with you today. Lavain will tug at your braids, Tirry will sing you songs, and your father will see his wife's beauty in you. Savor their love today. And it will never leave you. Lisa Ann Sandell brother song children Still, I look down, and the grass is so green, I cannot understand how it does not wither and die with sorrow. But against the emerald carpet, the warriors make war, and it is like a dance, almost beautiful, always macabre. The noise brings me back, the fearsome noise of swords striking swords, a metallic clanging that rings in my ears, echoing and echoing the fearsome din of men screaming and crying as they meet the sharp ends of blades. Lisa Ann Sandell beautiful men war Still, I look down, and the grass is so green, I cannot understand how it does not wither and die with sorrow. ~Song of the Sparrow Lisa Ann Sandell sorrow doe looks Merry Christmas, I whisper to myself. Merry Christmas, Nate. Lisa Ann Sandell merry merry-christmas healing
