headed to the convention today. i'm not ready and rather lacidasical about it on the outside, but inside i'm churning. i just want to get to pittsburgh and not be 'in charge' any more! too many things to think about right now. i had an ideal list of what i wanted to accomplish before we left and reality is just evening those things out. the house is clean enough and the laundry is done. just wanted to pack the kids clothes for next week so i didn't leave so much for my mother-in-law to do, but i think i'm going to let that one go.
i'll email her a list this week and she and the kids can gather it all up together like a scavenger hunt! :)
have a great week! i'll try to post if i get near a computer.
Monday, October 10, 2005
Sunday, October 09, 2005
how to suprise your husband
we decided to skip church this a.m. to give us an extra window of time to accomplish everything we need to do before we depart for nywc tomorrow (and possibly 3 weeks away from home). lots of laundry happening here. i had just turned the wet clothes into the dryer and started another load.
my father and liam were doing some work at the washing machine as i headed upstairs. i sat down at the computer and realized i couldn't hear the dryer, meaning that i forgot to turn it on. i walked back downstairs and found liam and my dad in conversation with their backs to me at the washing machine. i touched liam's butt to ask him to move out of the way and he turned around with a shocked look on his face, and then relief.
'oh good, i didn't know you were down here.' meaning he was concerned at the possibility of a goose from my dad. we all had a quite a good laugh.
my father and liam were doing some work at the washing machine as i headed upstairs. i sat down at the computer and realized i couldn't hear the dryer, meaning that i forgot to turn it on. i walked back downstairs and found liam and my dad in conversation with their backs to me at the washing machine. i touched liam's butt to ask him to move out of the way and he turned around with a shocked look on his face, and then relief.
'oh good, i didn't know you were down here.' meaning he was concerned at the possibility of a goose from my dad. we all had a quite a good laugh.
A Fast Track to Toilet Training for Those at the Crawling Stage - New York Times
i don't know how i feel about this, and won't ever have the chance to do it for myself, but i am fascinated by it and thought i'd bring it to other's attention if they are able to make this choice???
A Fast Track to Toilet Training for Those at the Crawling Stage - New York Times
A Fast Track to Toilet Training for Those at the Crawling Stage - New York Times
Saturday, October 08, 2005
trophies
liam's former intern j came for dinner last night. it was wonderful to sit and talk with her. she's been so torn in this as liam recommended her to fill in until they found his replacement. she feels like a traitor to us, and is so confused. it seems like too much of a weight for her 21 year old shoulders to bear. we reassured her last night of our love for her, our apologies that we may have set her into a situation that is too big for her to bear and the reassurance that it's okay for her to still love that church and us at the same time.
it was so fresh to have her vivacious personality and passion in our home. she is so dear to us, and is torn between her christian college education and what she feels in her bones to be true.
she spoke of her frustration at a choice the church is making. she was unable to put it into words, and when i pieced together her thoughts i realized she was feeling the same frustration we have felt along the way. i verbalized my own issues and the light turned on in her eyes and i saw that she had the moment of being understood and not feeling alone.
the church has two families that were displaced by katrina. one of the most positive aspects our old church is their generosity. the families started wish lists and the church met those lists in abundance. j talked about the little 'house' that is being built on the stage of the worship center for sunday - so that all of the donations can be placed around it. she couldn't put her finger on why this bothered her, she wasn't sure if it was the waste of money the useless structure was costing or what exactly it was, but she knew it made her feel unsettled.
i heard her speak of this and my stomach turned. i felt so ill, and spoke of how something so beautiful and generous was being turned into a 'photo op' for the senior pastor. how he was using all of this to make himself and his church 'feel generous'. i talked about the wounding this will bring to those two families who are forced up onto that stage like animals to receive their gifts - it makes me sick to even type this. those families have gone through so much horror, to force them into being trophies and to turn honest people's generosity into a show is so sickening. i want to stumble in there tomorrow morning 'mid show' like the prophet of old shaking my finger and railing against the abuse. it's just so very wrong.
another thought popped into my head while i was typing this. some of our friends are involved in the 'power point' aspect of 'the show' - i'd love them to make a slide of matthew 6 and put it up on the screen while he is making his big presentation...
update: after posting this i still felt so unsettled. i emailed the head elder's wife voicing my concerns, stating that it's really none of my business, but by not saying anything that could stop it from happening i felt like an accomplice. i'm still shaking inside. i would have never done this if liam had still been on staff. i'll keep you posted.
it was so fresh to have her vivacious personality and passion in our home. she is so dear to us, and is torn between her christian college education and what she feels in her bones to be true.
she spoke of her frustration at a choice the church is making. she was unable to put it into words, and when i pieced together her thoughts i realized she was feeling the same frustration we have felt along the way. i verbalized my own issues and the light turned on in her eyes and i saw that she had the moment of being understood and not feeling alone.
the church has two families that were displaced by katrina. one of the most positive aspects our old church is their generosity. the families started wish lists and the church met those lists in abundance. j talked about the little 'house' that is being built on the stage of the worship center for sunday - so that all of the donations can be placed around it. she couldn't put her finger on why this bothered her, she wasn't sure if it was the waste of money the useless structure was costing or what exactly it was, but she knew it made her feel unsettled.
i heard her speak of this and my stomach turned. i felt so ill, and spoke of how something so beautiful and generous was being turned into a 'photo op' for the senior pastor. how he was using all of this to make himself and his church 'feel generous'. i talked about the wounding this will bring to those two families who are forced up onto that stage like animals to receive their gifts - it makes me sick to even type this. those families have gone through so much horror, to force them into being trophies and to turn honest people's generosity into a show is so sickening. i want to stumble in there tomorrow morning 'mid show' like the prophet of old shaking my finger and railing against the abuse. it's just so very wrong.
another thought popped into my head while i was typing this. some of our friends are involved in the 'power point' aspect of 'the show' - i'd love them to make a slide of matthew 6 and put it up on the screen while he is making his big presentation...
Matthew 6
The World Is Not a Stage
1"Be especially careful when you are trying to be good so that you don't make a performance out of it. It might be good theater, but the God who made you won't be applauding.
2"When you do something for someone else, don't call attention to yourself. You've seen them in action, I'm sure--"playactors' I call them--treating prayer meeting and street corner alike as a stage, acting compassionate as long as someone is watching, playing to the crowds. They get applause, true, but that's all they get. 3When you help someone out, don't think about how it looks. 4Just do it--quietly and unobtrusively. That is the way your God, who conceived you in love, working behind the scenes, helps you out.
update: after posting this i still felt so unsettled. i emailed the head elder's wife voicing my concerns, stating that it's really none of my business, but by not saying anything that could stop it from happening i felt like an accomplice. i'm still shaking inside. i would have never done this if liam had still been on staff. i'll keep you posted.
Friday, October 07, 2005
five golden rings
liam and i were talking the other day about our childhoods and i shared something with him he never knew before. i don't know that i had ever spoken it out loud to anyone.
one of my favorite memories of my early years took place in 3rd grade. i blogged about my 2nd grade experience here and re-reading it brought back so many memories for me.
my 3rd grade teacher was mrs. morris. she was also my kindergarten teacher. as i spoke about this time to liam i realized how much this woman meant to me. kindergarten was a wonderful experience for me, mrs. morris made it safe and fun and filled with wonder. i was very happy to have her again in 3rd grade. when i spoke of this to liam i realized that meant she was my teacher before the rape, and after.
i told him of the highlight of my acting career. every year the school would have a christmas program. this was a highly creative school and it was far more than 9 christmas carols sung by each grade - each class had a wonderful production of their own and mrs. morris decided that year we would base our production on the 12 days of christmas. now there were 21 kids in our class - so to fit them all into '12' she had to be very creative.
a low kind of puppet stage was placed in front of all of us and when it was time for our portion of the song we were to stand up sing our part and perform the small routine we had learned. you know the song, the five golden rings is the feature of the carol - it's held out and repeated so many times in the song. i told liam how amazed i am now that i was chosen to be the '5 golden rings girl'. there were so many in our class who were more popular, fit the pretty child mold and were far bigger hams for the part. somehow she gave it to me.
i think it was because she saw the change. between the girl she knew 3 years prior and the girl that i had become. i think she saw the spark that was gone from my eyes, that i needed greatly to be the '5 golden rings girl' and feel feminine and honored. my 'costume' was a glamorous long formal glove that went all the way up my little arm, and on each finger (thumb included) i had a large chunky ring of costume jewelry. when it was my turn i stood, held out my hand to display my rings and belted out 'five golden rings'. standing between the 4 calling birds and the 6 geese a laying i felt like a princess.
i'm sure she has passed on, but mrs. morris is one person i hope i meet in heaven. her nurture and care of that little red haired girl meant the world to me and i am so grateful for her involvement in my life.
one of my favorite memories of my early years took place in 3rd grade. i blogged about my 2nd grade experience here and re-reading it brought back so many memories for me.
my 3rd grade teacher was mrs. morris. she was also my kindergarten teacher. as i spoke about this time to liam i realized how much this woman meant to me. kindergarten was a wonderful experience for me, mrs. morris made it safe and fun and filled with wonder. i was very happy to have her again in 3rd grade. when i spoke of this to liam i realized that meant she was my teacher before the rape, and after.
i told him of the highlight of my acting career. every year the school would have a christmas program. this was a highly creative school and it was far more than 9 christmas carols sung by each grade - each class had a wonderful production of their own and mrs. morris decided that year we would base our production on the 12 days of christmas. now there were 21 kids in our class - so to fit them all into '12' she had to be very creative.
a low kind of puppet stage was placed in front of all of us and when it was time for our portion of the song we were to stand up sing our part and perform the small routine we had learned. you know the song, the five golden rings is the feature of the carol - it's held out and repeated so many times in the song. i told liam how amazed i am now that i was chosen to be the '5 golden rings girl'. there were so many in our class who were more popular, fit the pretty child mold and were far bigger hams for the part. somehow she gave it to me.
i think it was because she saw the change. between the girl she knew 3 years prior and the girl that i had become. i think she saw the spark that was gone from my eyes, that i needed greatly to be the '5 golden rings girl' and feel feminine and honored. my 'costume' was a glamorous long formal glove that went all the way up my little arm, and on each finger (thumb included) i had a large chunky ring of costume jewelry. when it was my turn i stood, held out my hand to display my rings and belted out 'five golden rings'. standing between the 4 calling birds and the 6 geese a laying i felt like a princess.
i'm sure she has passed on, but mrs. morris is one person i hope i meet in heaven. her nurture and care of that little red haired girl meant the world to me and i am so grateful for her involvement in my life.
Thursday, October 06, 2005
on your mark... get set... go
well, liam and i have just finally sat down and mapped out october. it is going to be a full one, filled with lots of wonder and travel. it hardly seems real.
my in laws arrive on monday to watch the kids while liam and i volunteer at the nywc next week. all expenses covered to go and encourage youth workers - it hardly seems like we should be paying them instead. i can't imagine anything we'd rather do right now, and it will be a wonderful time spending a week with the two of us in the 'big city'.
the next week the inlaws are taking our kids to massenutten, va for a vacation and we're following tuesday after we help pack up the convention. we're there for almost a week and then, drum roll.... we think we're heading up to new brunswick to look at the school liam (and possibly i) are interested in attending...
this is HUGE and a large part of what 'next' might actually look like. we've still got tons of details to confirm and set up - but we know that if it's a real possibility we've got to get up there to look around and see if it's a 'real possiblity'. 3 weeks away - i can hardly believe it.
i am so looking forward to being away from town! we've become evil reminders to our friends at how shallow they are for staying at a church that would make such crummy choices and not expose the sin that lead to all of this. nobody really wants us around - they'd much rather live in their denial and chaotic lives, so we've decided to let them! (gracious of us isn't it??)
the children's director (god forbid she'd be called a pastor...) just took pink and buck out for lunch. i guess it was her attempt at soothing her soul, it was a nice gesture though. pink and buck really didn't want to go, but did anyway. afterward she sat at our dining room table, trying to encourage us, but so unable to live in the reality of her 'two truths' that it was just painful for all of us. i guess it's easier for everyone to believe the spin.
i'm at the point of just wishing they'd all just leave us alone. we were doing so great before she arrived, making plans for our future, now we just feel like our fish tank got stirred and all of the muck is floating around again. come on filters - get rid of the junk please!! :)
so that's what's happening at our house. what's life doing at your's??
my in laws arrive on monday to watch the kids while liam and i volunteer at the nywc next week. all expenses covered to go and encourage youth workers - it hardly seems like we should be paying them instead. i can't imagine anything we'd rather do right now, and it will be a wonderful time spending a week with the two of us in the 'big city'.
the next week the inlaws are taking our kids to massenutten, va for a vacation and we're following tuesday after we help pack up the convention. we're there for almost a week and then, drum roll.... we think we're heading up to new brunswick to look at the school liam (and possibly i) are interested in attending...
this is HUGE and a large part of what 'next' might actually look like. we've still got tons of details to confirm and set up - but we know that if it's a real possibility we've got to get up there to look around and see if it's a 'real possiblity'. 3 weeks away - i can hardly believe it.
i am so looking forward to being away from town! we've become evil reminders to our friends at how shallow they are for staying at a church that would make such crummy choices and not expose the sin that lead to all of this. nobody really wants us around - they'd much rather live in their denial and chaotic lives, so we've decided to let them! (gracious of us isn't it??)
the children's director (god forbid she'd be called a pastor...) just took pink and buck out for lunch. i guess it was her attempt at soothing her soul, it was a nice gesture though. pink and buck really didn't want to go, but did anyway. afterward she sat at our dining room table, trying to encourage us, but so unable to live in the reality of her 'two truths' that it was just painful for all of us. i guess it's easier for everyone to believe the spin.
i'm at the point of just wishing they'd all just leave us alone. we were doing so great before she arrived, making plans for our future, now we just feel like our fish tank got stirred and all of the muck is floating around again. come on filters - get rid of the junk please!! :)
so that's what's happening at our house. what's life doing at your's??
god’s sense of economy
i can't tell if i love living in a world where a waiter gets the kingdom better than most pastors, or if i hate the kind of world where pastors have less understanding of god's economy than this guy?
waiterrant.net » Legion
waiterrant.net » Legion
90-9!!!
USATODAY.com - Senate bill would impose restrictions on treatment of prisoners: "Delivering a rare wartime slap at Pentagon authority and President Bush, the GOP-controlled Senate voted 90-9 on Wednesday to back an amendment that would prohibit the use of 'cruel, inhuman or degrading treatment or punishment' against anyone in U.S. government custody, regardless of where they are held."
Wednesday, October 05, 2005
act now to end torture
i just received this email and called my senators:
Today could be the day. In just hours the Senate is likely to vote on Senator John McCain's anti-torture amendments.
Today our government might finally make clear and absolute the U.S. military's ban on the use of torture - something they should have done long before the atrocities took place at Abu Ghraib, in Afghanistan, and elsewhere. With a vote expected tonight, now we have our chance.
If ever there was a time for you to take action to help end U.S.-sanctioned torture, NOW IS IT. With just a brief moment of your time, you can help us win this crucial vote.
Call your Senators TODAY to win their support for this all-important legislation.
It is simple and only takes 2 minutes. Tell the staffer who takes your call:
* I am calling to urge my Senator to vote YES on Sen. McCain's amendments tonight.
* These amendments will ensure our troops will get the guidance they desperately need.
* The Senator has a moral and legal obligation to ban cruel, inhuman, and degrading treatment.
* These amendments will draw a much-needed line between appropriate interrogation techniques and the horrible abuses I've read about in the papers.
It is easy to make the call - and critical to ensuring success tonight.
Call now. Please don't delay. Your Senators are likely voting TONIGHT.
please do the same!!
Today could be the day. In just hours the Senate is likely to vote on Senator John McCain's anti-torture amendments.
Today our government might finally make clear and absolute the U.S. military's ban on the use of torture - something they should have done long before the atrocities took place at Abu Ghraib, in Afghanistan, and elsewhere. With a vote expected tonight, now we have our chance.
If ever there was a time for you to take action to help end U.S.-sanctioned torture, NOW IS IT. With just a brief moment of your time, you can help us win this crucial vote.
Call your Senators TODAY to win their support for this all-important legislation.
It is simple and only takes 2 minutes. Tell the staffer who takes your call:
* I am calling to urge my Senator to vote YES on Sen. McCain's amendments tonight.
* These amendments will ensure our troops will get the guidance they desperately need.
* The Senator has a moral and legal obligation to ban cruel, inhuman, and degrading treatment.
* These amendments will draw a much-needed line between appropriate interrogation techniques and the horrible abuses I've read about in the papers.
It is easy to make the call - and critical to ensuring success tonight.
Call now. Please don't delay. Your Senators are likely voting TONIGHT.
please do the same!!
Tuesday, October 04, 2005
mommy needs to go back to 2nd grade...
that was the comment my daughter's 2nd grade teacher made because of the mistakes i made correcting her math homework two years ago. it was the biggest clue to help me realize that my daughter and i have the same math processing dysfunction. she would make the same basic math mistake i would have and my eyes and brain would never catch it. her teacher did, and although it stung she was right. even the most basic math causes me to break out into a cold sweat.
so today is 'math test day'... i became so stressed out by the fact that my children were being tested - but really their teacher was being tested even more. if they failed, i failed. and i HATE TO FAIL! it makes me feel so stupid, rakes up all of my childhood shame and makes me want to hide.
so to top it off my son finishes the first page of his test and says 'hey mom, i've got pink's test, not mine. i was wondering why this was so hard...'
it's a good thing we've got support with the cyberschool otherwise my children would be s.o.l. poor kids.
so today is 'math test day'... i became so stressed out by the fact that my children were being tested - but really their teacher was being tested even more. if they failed, i failed. and i HATE TO FAIL! it makes me feel so stupid, rakes up all of my childhood shame and makes me want to hide.
so to top it off my son finishes the first page of his test and says 'hey mom, i've got pink's test, not mine. i was wondering why this was so hard...'
it's a good thing we've got support with the cyberschool otherwise my children would be s.o.l. poor kids.
Generous Orthodoxy ThinkTank: Violence and Falsehood
one of the most amazing articles i've ever read - life changing!
Generous Orthodoxy ThinkTank: Violence and Falsehood
THANKS MIKE!
Generous Orthodoxy ThinkTank: Violence and Falsehood
THANKS MIKE!
Monday, October 03, 2005
has it really been a year?
well, probably a bit less than a year, but nearly that long since i really exercised. yuck. how very sad, pathetic actually. but today, yes today i did something about that. it wasn't great and grand, but i swam and water jogged while the kids had their lessons - and it was a start.
i know that if i don't get on top of this it will get on top of me. my strength and endurance are at an all time low - so now that we have a 'y' membership i'm going to commit to really making some changes, even if they are small ones.
i know that if i don't get on top of this it will get on top of me. my strength and endurance are at an all time low - so now that we have a 'y' membership i'm going to commit to really making some changes, even if they are small ones.
Earth Institute Event - bono & sachs
makes me want to hop a plane to nyc - only $25 to hear bono and sachs speak! what a great opportunity!
Earth Institute Event
Earth Institute Event
Sunday, October 02, 2005
about me
life has grown past my 'about me' portion of my blog. i am no longer 'trapped' in/by the church. it feels wonderful. so this morning i took some time to write out my new 'bio'. it's still vague, and i'm still anonymous, but i realized that it's still working for me.
i'm working on a different idea to own my name/voice/face in the blogosphere, will keep you posted if/when that comes together.
so here is my new 'about me', i'm blogging my old one here too so i can see how far i've come:
new:
this is an anonymous blog. it started that way because of necessity. i felt trapped by the church into silence as an opinionated woman. we're now in transition, what will be next? we don't know yet. now this blog is anonymous by choice. i'm still learning to own my voice. many of you know who i am. i am not hiding anymore, but i am still trying to tune the instrument that is my voice. sometimes it seems like there is only an 'on' and an 'off' switch. kind of like a fire hose. that's what happens when silence is enforced on those who need to speak. so, please bear with me. i'm finding my voice, i'm learning to own those controversial things about myself in public. it's taking a lot of courage and practice. i know they will both come when the time is right.
old:
this is an anonymous blog to vent, grow, challenge myself and find my voice. i am a woman in a man's church and saying some of the things i need to say may have more consequenses than i want to deal with right now, so this is my alternative, an anoymous blog. you can call me bobbie.
who is bobbie? bobbie was my mom, she was a woman in a man's church too. she never found her voice. maybe this blog will help both of us recover what was lost to us, what we wanted to say, were told we couldn't say and heal the rift that was created between our souls and god.
she was such a strong woman. i hated her for that. the church told me women were supposed to be meek, mild and silent. she managed that at church, but at home she failed miserably. i thought her a hypocrite, and i resented her and her inability to be "submissive". how little i understood then and how i'd love the chance to tell her 'i get it now.
i'm working on a different idea to own my name/voice/face in the blogosphere, will keep you posted if/when that comes together.
so here is my new 'about me', i'm blogging my old one here too so i can see how far i've come:
new:
this is an anonymous blog. it started that way because of necessity. i felt trapped by the church into silence as an opinionated woman. we're now in transition, what will be next? we don't know yet. now this blog is anonymous by choice. i'm still learning to own my voice. many of you know who i am. i am not hiding anymore, but i am still trying to tune the instrument that is my voice. sometimes it seems like there is only an 'on' and an 'off' switch. kind of like a fire hose. that's what happens when silence is enforced on those who need to speak. so, please bear with me. i'm finding my voice, i'm learning to own those controversial things about myself in public. it's taking a lot of courage and practice. i know they will both come when the time is right.
old:
this is an anonymous blog to vent, grow, challenge myself and find my voice. i am a woman in a man's church and saying some of the things i need to say may have more consequenses than i want to deal with right now, so this is my alternative, an anoymous blog. you can call me bobbie.
who is bobbie? bobbie was my mom, she was a woman in a man's church too. she never found her voice. maybe this blog will help both of us recover what was lost to us, what we wanted to say, were told we couldn't say and heal the rift that was created between our souls and god.
she was such a strong woman. i hated her for that. the church told me women were supposed to be meek, mild and silent. she managed that at church, but at home she failed miserably. i thought her a hypocrite, and i resented her and her inability to be "submissive". how little i understood then and how i'd love the chance to tell her 'i get it now.
Saturday, October 01, 2005
unstable
okay, i know the more time you spend with your pet the more it looks and acts like you - does that hold true for computers too?
mine has become unstable... :)
we are in need of an upgrade, and have identified the parts, just ordering them tonight and hopefully will have them in early next week. sigh.
hope all is well in the blogsphere - somebody call me if anything really important happens, k?
mine has become unstable... :)
we are in need of an upgrade, and have identified the parts, just ordering them tonight and hopefully will have them in early next week. sigh.
hope all is well in the blogsphere - somebody call me if anything really important happens, k?
Thursday, September 29, 2005
no ukes
i read marko's post about the newest dangerous trend amongst teenagers with great interest and actual fear. i have heard of the new craze of teens 'choking' themselves to get high, not the way they used to do it, just choking. or the 'death by dust-off' information that keeps finding my inbox of every concerned aunt that knows we work with teens. i have a friend who is the principal of the local middle school and i would regularly talk with her about these kind of things that the area community youth could be struggling with.
i was prepared for the worst. marko really builds it up, my gut clutches as i read on:
you may not want to read further. it could become painful. those with medical issues or weak stomachs are encouraged to stop here and begin praying for the rest of us, who, because of our calling to love teenagers, are compelled to find a way into and through this latest beelzebubbian lure.aaaaahhhhh - you got me - i had a good laugh, called liam over after a bit and with all seriousness said 'you've got to read this...' he got caught too - and then spent some time designing this for marko. he has started to put some of his work together at cafe press - you can find his store here.
i can hardly type it. i did not even know about it myself until this past weekend, when i spoke to a group of so-called “leaders” — high school perverts who embraced this new vileness.
but i must make you aware. because my calling is to equip youth workers, i am compelled, though i hesitate even now…
it — the evil thing — is…
the casual use of the ukulele — four-stringed baby-guitars of death.
note about the store: we started this on a lark, the prices/profit are a joke and the free store limits you to one of each of the shirts - if you do see a shirt style that you'd rather have, email me and we can switch it around.
Wednesday, September 28, 2005
18 years!
this was the most bizzarre image i could come up with to honor our anniversary this year. it made me laugh. i can't tell if it's a candle or just a tacky knick knack - either way i knew it would make liam smile.we both turn 40 this year, it feels like we're entering the 'next stage' or as stephanie wrote this yesterday it really sang to me:
"So when I read the following quote by Carl Jung "Stages of Life", it grabbed my attention:Wholly unprepared, they embark upon the second half of life. Or are there perhaps colleges for forty-year-olds which prepare them for their coming life and its demands as the ordinary colleges introduce our young people to a knowledge of the world and of life? No, there are none. Thoroughly unprepared we take the step into the afternoon of life; worse still, we take this step with the false presupposition that our truths and ideas will serve as hitherto. But we cannot live the afternoon of life according to the programme of life's morning - for what was great in the morning will be little at evening, and what in the morning was true will at evening have become a lie." pg 9 When the Heart Waits - Sue Monk Kidd"
we are heading into our 'afternoon', our autumn-time - and we are doing it together. i couldn't be more excited and full of anticipation to see what god has for this next stage. i truly am so thrilled to be walking this path with you liam - i can't wait for the next 18! happy anniversary!
too good to be hidden in my comments
If only the black and white thinkers of this world could be swept up in a tesserat and experience some life shaking alternative reality.
Connie Knighton
oh connie - i love you! this made me laugh out loud at 5:30 this morning!
and this needs to be read by more people than just me. she left this in another comment:
What is this feeling like death,
companion to birth,
this emptying,
this flux of blood.
Anxiety?
Excitement?
Expectation?
Fear?
Regret?
This pulse.
This knowing.
Life may yet be snatched from the grave of misunderstandings,
compromise,
willful ignorance,
abandonment,
betrayal.
I die to the past.
I am born into the future.
In between, I hold my breath
and wait for the miracle.
this one gave me shivvers, it's so beautiful, thank you! you are a sage indeed!
Tuesday, September 27, 2005
how many banned books have you read?
will has asked how many banned books have you read?
here's the link to the ALA's 100 most frequently banned books. here's my list:
here's the link to the ALA's 100 most frequently banned books. here's my list:
- The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn by Mark Twain
- Of Mice and Men by John Steinbeck
- Harry Potter (Series) by J.K. Rowling
- Forever by Judy Blume
- The Catcher in the Rye by J.D. Salinger
- The Color Purple by Alice Walker
- A Wrinkle in Time by Madeleine L’Engle
- Go Ask Alice by Anonymous
- Blubber by Judy Blume
- The Handmaid’s Tale by Margaret Atwood
- To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee
- Beloved by Toni Morrison
- The Outsiders by S.E. Hinton
- Flowers for Algernon by Daniel Keyes
- A Light in the Attic by Shel Silverstein
- Brave New World by Aldous Huxley
- James and the Giant Peach by Roald Dahl
- Are You There, God? It’s Me, Margaret by Judy Blume
- Slaughterhouse-Five by Kurt Vonnegut
- Lord of the Flies by William Golding
- Where Did I Come From? by Peter Mayle
- Carrie by Stephen King
- The Adventures of Tom Sawyer by Mark Twain
- Song of Solomon by Toni Morrison
- Summer of My German Soldier by Bette Greene
- How to Eat Fried Worms by Thomas Rockwell
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