on realizing the importance of being surrounded by good people.

the older i get the more i realize how important it is to have good people surrounding you in life.
but i think it goes beyond the cliche of saying "you become like your friends"...

it's more like coming home at night with a smile you can't erase and your heart dancing,
not because anything extraordinary happened, but laughter was shared and in the laughter- there was love.

it's the mornings you wake up with a happy feeling in your heart because you realize they were in your dream and although your dream was ridiculously stupid and completely invalid-- they were still there, with you. 

it's the late night chats that don't end until "oh, wait, it's 11:11. again. I probably should get to bed now." because although technology is often our chosen mask, it is also our connection. because fingers on a keyboard in a different city and a white screen in front of you is still better than being alone.

it's like getting a group message from people you've lost track of and didn't know how to regain the lost and wanting to all get together again soon.

and sometimes it may feel like you have only that one person who you can really bare your heart with, but sometimes that's okay. and sometimes all the other people in your life are friendships that just need a little more fertilizer to continue growing.

xoxo. -m

letters to humans | v.5

(letters to humans, the documentation of human experience and encounters told by moi.)

dear human,

the fact that you said my name today although we've literally never talk made my day 100x better. it wasn't anything extraordinary, you were just asking me a question about rice and beans, but you said my name and that made the world of difference. i don't know why-- i've never quite been able to figure it out, but when i hear someone say my name, it makes my twisted human heart swell. i guess it's just the thought that someone cares enough to remember who i am. 

so yeah, thanks for that.

love,

the girl who cut off 8 inches of her hair, however it still looks relatively the same. #dontevenask #curlyhairproblems

currently quoting:

“That’s what stories are for. Stories are for joining the past to the future. Stories are for those late hours in the night when you can’t remember how you got from where you were to where you are. Stories are for eternity, when memory is erased, when there is nothing to remember except the story.”

—    Tim O’Brien, The Things They Carried 

letters to humans | v. 4

dear sweet little old lady with the bright turquoise earrings and coral lipstick,

we were having lunch in a darling little diner in my favorite mountain town with an old friend and you were sitting in the booth next to the window. you smiled as we sat down.
the place was crowded and i got distracted by telling an awkward story and then completed the story by spilling my glass of water on my lap.(smooth, marcia. smooth.)
but i got my burger, trish got her omlette, miss patty got her reuben, and momma got her soup and salad. we said a prayer and then swapped french fries, a half of biscuit, onion slices as we chatted.
i didn't even think twice about it.

we were just finishing the last bits of our lunch when your party was leaving, on your way out, you lingered at our booth and said--
"i want to thank you, ladies, for your Christian witness. that was beautiful!"

your voice was slow and your hands were shaky, but your words went right to my heart.

thank you for that,
the girl with the icecube in her shoe. (that darn glass of water.)

(letters to humans, the documentation of human experience and encounters told by moi.)

currently quoting:
"Melt your heart by remembering grace."  -- Tim Keller 
currently listening:

restless nights and dreams about you

my nights have been really restless lately. i've been tossing and turning and watching neon blue minutes on the clock pass with my mind spinning a thousand miles per hour.

but i found myself dreaming about   you   last night...
and when i woke up a 3:00 a.m, i found a smile dancing on my face.

-- m.m.

that october thursday.

"you know, I am really happy right now... and it was because of your hug, there are some days where I just am not totally happy, and now I know why-- It's because I haven't hugged you yet.

you know, I'm really am on cloud nine right now because I am so happy." 

i found this quote scribbled in one of my old journals, it took me a few seconds before i could place where it was from.
and then i remembered and my heart cried and smiled at the same time. 

xx.
-marcia

letters to humans | v.3

dear young dad who was talking to his baby while shopping in sam's club,
"are you ready to go shopping with daddy? we're going to go buy some food, yes we areee."
your son's eyes were shining, even at such a young age, i can tell he already adores you.
please, i beg you with every thing inside of me, don't ever stop investing in his life. don't ever stop being his hero. don't ever stop listening to him.

love,
the girl who was trying to balance three bags of frozen dinner rolls

guys, i swear it was the cutest thing ever and it gave my heart fuzzies for days afterward, it was just him and his baby boy which was probably a few months old, and he was just cooing and talking to him nonstop. gahh, my heart.

(letters to humans, the documentation of human experience and encounters told by moi.)

currently quoting:

"you have listened to the fears, child." said aslan. "come, let me breath on you. forget them. are you brave again?"

// c.s. lewis

currently listening:

letters to humans | v.2

dear girl on the phone crying under the b17 gate sign in the atlanta airport,

it's been four months since i saw you crying while sitting on the dirty airport floor.
i had just arrived at my gate with my iced coffee, ready and armed for the flight. i was just thinking how pretty you were when we made brief eye contact. you smiled a brave smile and i noticed your eyes were red and puffy. i went back to my seat, but couldn't shake you from my mind.
i'm sorry i wasn't brave enough to give you a hug and tell you everything was going to be alright.

love,
the girl with regrets.

(letters to humans, the documentation of human experience and encounters told by moi.)

currently quoting:
"she reminded me of the sea; the way she came dancing towards you, wild and beautiful, and just when she was almost close enough to touch, she'd rush away again."
//  glenda millard

currently listening:

letters to humans | v.i

dear sam's club guy with stellar hair and deep brown eyes,

it was a saturday and the place was insanely busy. i was feeling introverted and didn't really want to be there, but then you made eye contact, flashed a winning smile, walked over and asked me if i had been finding everything okay.
i smiled and nodded. you told me to have a wonderful day and flashed that smile again.
my day turned out pretty wonderfully, thank you.
love,
the girl in the stripes.

(letters to humans, the documentation of human experience and encounters told by moi.)



currently quoting: 
"I love this place, the place where your feet walk and your heart soars, where your dreams grow and your hope flows, where your tears have shown and your smile has glowed. I love this place and one day, I'd like to live with you there. 
- t.b. laberge // unwritten letters to you

currently listening:

one verse + one photograph

 

" your smile made me loose my breath,
  but your arms held me
  until my lungs remembered to breath again."

(inspired by a dream i had last night.) 

xx. marcia