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<rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" version="2.0"><channel><atom:link rel="hub" href="http://tumblr.superfeedr.com/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"/><description>I am blessed to be a witness</description><title>invicem sunt</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @invicemsunt)</generator><link>http://invicemsunt.tumblr.com/</link><item><title>stages</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/e2d3cd30b00fc3100f78269f2c2d65fa/tumblr_mn4u2nlpdo1qc833ro1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;stages&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://invicemsunt.tumblr.com/post/50969762508</link><guid>http://invicemsunt.tumblr.com/post/50969762508</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 May 2013 01:03:58 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/a3fb8daeb72ed4e4e45c81a6dc9734ef/tumblr_mn4j42Kz5k1qc833ro1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://invicemsunt.tumblr.com/post/50951892288</link><guid>http://invicemsunt.tumblr.com/post/50951892288</guid><pubDate>Mon, 20 May 2013 21:07:13 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>"Pleasures can be provided and pain can be avoided, if we use or abuse other beings. But joy cannot..."</title><description>“Pleasures can be provided and pain can be avoided, if we use or abuse other beings. But joy cannot be attained and sorrow cannot be overcome in this way. Joy is possible only when we are driven towards things and persons because of what they are and not because of what we can get from them.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Paul Tillich (via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://invisibleforeigner.tumblr.com/" target="_blank"&gt;invisibleforeigner&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://invicemsunt.tumblr.com/post/50913983996</link><guid>http://invicemsunt.tumblr.com/post/50913983996</guid><pubDate>Mon, 20 May 2013 12:20:31 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>"Be great in little things. "</title><description>““Be great in little things. ””&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Francis Xavier (via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://wendesgray.com/" target="_blank"&gt;wendesgray&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://invicemsunt.tumblr.com/post/50911753279</link><guid>http://invicemsunt.tumblr.com/post/50911753279</guid><pubDate>Mon, 20 May 2013 11:40:29 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>white peacock of Isola Bella</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/c72aca14b677b518e537dc6ebcf3ac5b/tumblr_mn3ky1w0y71qc833ro1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;white peacock of Isola Bella&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://invicemsunt.tumblr.com/post/50903716675</link><guid>http://invicemsunt.tumblr.com/post/50903716675</guid><pubDate>Mon, 20 May 2013 08:49:13 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>"Reshaping life! People who can say that they have never understood a thing about life—they have..."</title><description>“Reshaping life! People who can say that they have never understood a thing about life—they have never felt its breath, its heartbeat—however much they have seen or done. They look on it as a lump of raw material that needs to be processed by them, to be ennobled by their touch. But life is never a material, a substance to be molded. If you want to know, life is the principle of self-renewal, it is constantly renewing and remaking and changing and transfiguring itself, it is infinitely beyond your or my obtuse theories about it.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boris Pasternak, &lt;em&gt;Doctor Zhivago&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://chasingtailfeathers.tumblr.com/" target="_blank"&gt;chasingtailfeathers&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://invicemsunt.tumblr.com/post/50903627541</link><guid>http://invicemsunt.tumblr.com/post/50903627541</guid><pubDate>Mon, 20 May 2013 08:47:01 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>anovaoo:

“He is The Bread sown in the virgin, leavened in the Flesh, molded in His Passion, baked...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://anovaoo.tumblr.com/post/43543858539/he-is-the-bread-sown-in-the-virgin-leavened-in" target="_blank"&gt;anovaoo&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;“He is The Bread sown in the virgin, leavened in the Flesh, molded in His Passion, baked in the furnace of the Sepulchre, placed in the Churches, and set upon the Altars, which daily supplies Heavenly Food to the faithful.” -St. Peter Chrysologus&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://invicemsunt.tumblr.com/post/50903615718</link><guid>http://invicemsunt.tumblr.com/post/50903615718</guid><pubDate>Mon, 20 May 2013 08:46:44 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>little blue</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/06c8bae386363a127a0ff3a09b9c8dd9/tumblr_mn2t8cFErh1qc833ro1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;little blue&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://invicemsunt.tumblr.com/post/50877380079</link><guid>http://invicemsunt.tumblr.com/post/50877380079</guid><pubDate>Sun, 19 May 2013 22:50:36 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>"For a moment Jesus seemed vanquished: darkness had invaded the land, the silence of God was..."</title><description>“&lt;p&gt;For a moment Jesus seemed vanquished: darkness had invaded the land, the silence of God was complete, hope a seemingly empty word.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Dear brothers and sisters! If Jesus is risen, then – and only then – has something truly new happened, something that changes the state of humanity and the world. Then he, Jesus, is someone in whom we can put absolute trust; we can put our trust not only in his message but in Jesus himself, for the Risen One does not belong to the past, but is present today, alive.&lt;/p&gt;”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Benedict XVI, Urbi et Orbi Message, Easter 2012 (via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://quaerere-deum.me/" target="_blank"&gt;quaerere-deum&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://invicemsunt.tumblr.com/post/50851450549</link><guid>http://invicemsunt.tumblr.com/post/50851450549</guid><pubDate>Sun, 19 May 2013 17:14:08 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>that’s how the light gets in</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/2910b3086f200833fc30dcf526879d3f/tumblr_mn2agurwJG1qc833ro1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;that’s how the light gets in&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://invicemsunt.tumblr.com/post/50845783083</link><guid>http://invicemsunt.tumblr.com/post/50845783083</guid><pubDate>Sun, 19 May 2013 16:05:18 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>"But how could you live and have no story to tell?"</title><description>“But how could you live and have no story to tell?”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Fyodor Dostoyevsky (via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://whisperry.tumblr.com/" target="_blank"&gt;whisperry&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://invicemsunt.tumblr.com/post/50828283411</link><guid>http://invicemsunt.tumblr.com/post/50828283411</guid><pubDate>Sun, 19 May 2013 12:20:09 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>"We must now pass through the first veil and approach the second, turning our eyes toward the Holy of..."</title><description>“We must now pass through the first veil and approach the second, turning our eyes toward the Holy of Holies. I will say more: we must sacrifice ourselves to God, each day and in everything we do, accepting all that happens to us for the sake of the Word, imitating his passion by our sufferings, and honouring his blood by shedding our own. We must be ready to be crucified.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;St. Gregory Nazianzen (via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://quaerere-deum.me/" target="_blank"&gt;quaerere-deum&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://invicemsunt.tumblr.com/post/50825473581</link><guid>http://invicemsunt.tumblr.com/post/50825473581</guid><pubDate>Sun, 19 May 2013 11:40:09 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>"A poem compresses much in a small space and adds music, thus heightening its meaning. The city is..."</title><description>“A poem compresses much in a small space and adds music, thus heightening its meaning. The city is like poetry: it compresses all life, all races and breeds, into a small island and adds music and the accompaniment of internal engines.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;E. B. White’s Manhattan (via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://exp.lore.com/" target="_blank"&gt;explore-blog&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://invicemsunt.tumblr.com/post/50736977502</link><guid>http://invicemsunt.tumblr.com/post/50736977502</guid><pubDate>Sat, 18 May 2013 12:20:18 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>"The best work in literature is always done by those who do not depend on it for their daily bread..."</title><description>“&lt;p&gt;The best work in literature is always done by those who do not depend on it for their daily bread and the highest form of literature, Poetry, brings no wealth to the singer. &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Make some sacrifice for your art and you will be repaid but ask of art to sacrifice herself for you and a bitter disappointment may come to you.&lt;/p&gt;”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;p&gt;In a newly discovered &lt;a href="http://www.telegraph.co.uk/culture/books/9939664/Literary-success-Dont-give-up-the-day-job-advised-Oscar-Wilde.html" target="_blank"&gt;letter&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;strong&gt;Oscar Wilde&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;(via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://exp.lore.com/" target="_blank"&gt;explore-blog&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://invicemsunt.tumblr.com/post/50734261125</link><guid>http://invicemsunt.tumblr.com/post/50734261125</guid><pubDate>Sat, 18 May 2013 11:40:17 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>"Every day the body works in the fields of the world, 
Mending a stone wall 
Or swinging a sickle..."</title><description>“&lt;p&gt;Every day the body works in the fields of the world, &lt;br/&gt;
Mending a stone wall &lt;br/&gt;
Or swinging a sickle through the tall grass — &lt;br/&gt;
The grass of civics, the grass of money — &lt;br/&gt;
And every night the body curls around itself &lt;br/&gt;
And listens for the soft bells of sleep.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;But the heart is restless: it rises &lt;br/&gt;
From the body in the middle of the night, &lt;br/&gt;
Leaves the trapezoidal bedroom &lt;br/&gt;
With its thick pictureless walls &lt;br/&gt;
To sit by herself at the kitchen table &lt;br/&gt;
And heat some milk in a pan.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;And the mind gets up too, puts on a robe &lt;br/&gt;
And goes downstairs, lights a cigarette &lt;br/&gt;
And opens a book on engineering. &lt;br/&gt;
Even the conscience awakens &lt;br/&gt;
And roams from room to room in the dark, &lt;br/&gt;
Darting away from every mirror like a strange fish.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;And the soul is up on the roof &lt;br/&gt;
In her nightdress, straddling the ridge, &lt;br/&gt;
Singing a song about the wildness of the sea &lt;br/&gt;
Until the first rip of pink appears in the sky. &lt;br/&gt;
Then they all will return to the sleeping body &lt;br/&gt;
The way a flock of birds settles back into a tree,&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Resuming their daily colloquy, &lt;br/&gt;
Talking to each other or themselves &lt;br/&gt;
Even through the heat of the long afternoons. &lt;br/&gt;
Which is why the body — the house of voices — &lt;br/&gt;
Sometimes puts down its metal tongs, its needle, or its pen, &lt;br/&gt;
To stare into the distance,&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;To listen to all its names being called &lt;br/&gt;
Before bending again to its labor.&lt;/p&gt;”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Billy Collins, “The Night House” (via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://atomiclanterns.tumblr.com/" target="_blank"&gt;atomiclanterns&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://invicemsunt.tumblr.com/post/50723415377</link><guid>http://invicemsunt.tumblr.com/post/50723415377</guid><pubDate>Sat, 18 May 2013 08:24:03 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>"I speak beauty into people’s lives as I am told that what I do just does not make it to the top of..."</title><description>“I speak beauty into people’s lives as I am told that what I do just does not make it to the top of their agendas. I ask them about their children, whose lives exhibit a kind of hunger for beauty and justice. Usually, the person did experience the arts, in the days when the arts were taught in the public schools, when we memorized Shakespeare, or practiced classical music. I met Senators who love Jazz, or Alan Greenspan, who is a jazz musician, or Condi Rice who is an accomplished concert level pianist. I try to remind them to keep that beauty alive in their lives; because in a certain winter days, it may just be the only thing that will keep us alive.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Makoto Fujimura, Christian Artist speaking on the importance of beauty (via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://thecatholicgirl.tumblr.com/" target="_blank"&gt;thecatholicgirl&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://invicemsunt.tumblr.com/post/50723375774</link><guid>http://invicemsunt.tumblr.com/post/50723375774</guid><pubDate>Sat, 18 May 2013 08:23:05 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>mission</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/dd2d3f4e9b6f3bdb68f9b0ee27103708/tumblr_mmz0ng5WAQ1qc833ro1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;mission&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://invicemsunt.tumblr.com/post/50694005503</link><guid>http://invicemsunt.tumblr.com/post/50694005503</guid><pubDate>Fri, 17 May 2013 21:40:28 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>"On one hand, we like to follow Jesus, but on the other we like to scold people and condemn them. But..."</title><description>“On one hand, we like to follow Jesus, but on the other we like to scold people and condemn them. But the message of Jesus is one of mercy.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Pope Francis I in &lt;a href="http://www.romereports.com/palio/pope-greets-pilgrims-after-celebrating-mass-in-vatican-parish-english-9457.html#.UUXqcRc3uSr" target="_blank"&gt;his Sunday homily&lt;/a&gt;  (via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://thedoors-thedoors.tumblr.com/" target="_blank"&gt;thedoors-thedoors&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://invicemsunt.tumblr.com/post/50658434193</link><guid>http://invicemsunt.tumblr.com/post/50658434193</guid><pubDate>Fri, 17 May 2013 12:20:19 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>"To love or have loved, that is enough. Ask nothing further. There is no other pearl to be found in..."</title><description>“To love or have loved, that is enough. Ask nothing further. There is no other pearl to be found in the dark folds of life.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Victor Hugo&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Les Misérables &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;(via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://grecianurn.tumblr.com/" target="_blank"&gt;grecianurn&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://invicemsunt.tumblr.com/post/50656422554</link><guid>http://invicemsunt.tumblr.com/post/50656422554</guid><pubDate>Fri, 17 May 2013 11:40:19 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Come through Mary!!</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/72b8e0a0e8f5f97a40b1f1deb628712f/tumblr_mmwy82g7CQ1qc833ro1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Come through Mary!!&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://invicemsunt.tumblr.com/post/50607880322</link><guid>http://invicemsunt.tumblr.com/post/50607880322</guid><pubDate>Thu, 16 May 2013 18:52:50 -0400</pubDate></item></channel></rss>
