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Archive for November, 2008

“If I stopped being myself, would you still love me?”

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R. M. Rilke, Book of Hours

Only as a child am I awake
and able to trust
that after every fear and every night
I will behold you again.
However often I get lost,
however far my thinking strays,
I know you will be here, right here,
time trembling around you.
To me it is as if I were at once
infant, boy, man and more.
I feel that only as [...]

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One Month

One month until the wedding.
Last night, my spiritual counselor and I talked about how God sometimes delays His answer because He’s allowing the possibilities to grow. I’m still not sure I understand, but it led into a parallel to women who have postpartum depression. Before the child is born, there is no limit to the possibilities [...]

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Mmmmmm…

Thanks to C.H. for my new favorite quotation (from A.E. Housman):
Malt does more than Milton can
To justify God’s ways to man.

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After four years with collegiate theatre, I was well accustomed to the post-play blues. The low that follows the high energy, all consuming process of putting on a play is hard to argue with. I would walk to Monday and Tuesday classes with a head hung low, not sure what there was to [...]

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Parent / Teacher Conferences

But the wisdom from above is first pure, then peaceable, gentle, open to reason, full of mercy and good fruits, impartial and sincere. And a harvest of righteousness is sown in peace by those who make peace.
How much to say, to not say? When to listen? How to tell a tired, burdened parent [...]

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Innuendo

<< CH looking for a place to plug in his computer >>
CC: “You can’t plug into the powerstrip, but you might have room in the original plug.”
AS: “Outlet.”
CC: “Eh. It’s like scratch and itch — you know what I mean.”
RC: “What’s the difference between scratch and itch?”
CC: “You scratch an itch.”
RC: “What’s the difference between [...]

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It is in vain that you rise up early and go late to rest,
eating the bread of anxious toil;
for he gives to his beloved sleep.
Sometimes the words of the Lord are piercing.  Sometimes the words of the Lord are repeated to you daily by those who love you, and you neglect to give them weight.  [...]

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A Tirade.

Tomorrow I am voting. It is my right. It is my privilege.
It is also an odious piece of business.
I don’t like McCain. I don’t like Obama. I don’t like their policies or their campaigns. I don’t like the whole electoral process. It’s a cross between a beauty pagent and a cockfight, with less beauty and a [...]

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