February 2010
“Kind words can be short and easy to speak, but their echoes are truly endless.”
– Mother Teresa (via kari-shma) (via iindia)
“I slept and dreamt that life was joy. I awoke and saw that life was service. I...”
– Rabindranath Tagore
ampersands:
I read most words before I heard them spoken.
I guarantee that 90% of my vocabulary was from reading.
And so when I say some words, I pronounce them wrong.
I thought ‘sew’ was ‘sue’ for years.
Which is all a long explanation to why I say ‘apropos’ when I mean ‘apropo’.
I’m the same, in my world coif is coif, not the French quaff and Chaise Lounge is Chase Lounge not Chez...
Memorial Service
Mom’s Memorial Service was Friday morning.
My friend Jon and a priest friend of his did a Big fancy High Mass for her, and then after Communion, it was my turn to read the eulogy.
Time does not wait, so when called, I head up in front of a church that I attended by force for many years. I turn and realize that there are far more people in the pews than I’d realized. I’m worried...
January 2010
I've learned a lot researching Afghanistan.
crashintome9:
One of the biggest things is that its actually beautiful over there. Before when I thought of it, all I could picture is war torn areas, savaged people, and sand. Lots and lots of sand.
But the more I read, and look at pictures, and educate myself. I learn about their history, and culture. And see their people, their cities, villages, their ways of life. The more I realize how...
runcaitierun, thanks for the follow!
