"To be trusted is a greater compliment than to be loved."
-George MacDonald
"Much unhappiness has come into the world because of bewilderment and things left unsaid."
-Fyodor Dostoevsky
"Sarcasm: the last refuge of modest and chaste-souled people when the privacy of their soul is coarsely and intrusively invaded."
-Fyodor Dostoevsky
"The soul is healed by being with children."
-Fyodor Dostoevsky
"When we are out of sympathy with the young, then I think our work in this world is over."
-George MacDonald
"If instead of a gem, or even a flower, we should cast the gift of a loving thought into the heart of a friend, that would be giving as the angels give."
-George MacDonald
"Few delights can equal the presence of one whom we trust utterly."
“The art of being wise is the art of knowing what to overlook.” - William James.
"If our religion is something objective, then we must never avert our eyes from those elements in it which seem puzzling or repellent; for it will be precisely the puzzling or the repellent which conceals what we do not yet know and need to know." - C. S. Lewis.
Thank you for the smile on a Wednesday no pants hump day. You are also still beautiful :D
'None but the Lord himself can afford us any help from the awful workings of unbelief, doubtings, carnal fears, murmurings. Thank God one day we will be done forever with "unbelief." --Author Unknown
“Read, read, read. Read everything - trash, classics, good and bad, and see how they do it. Just like a carpenter who works as an apprentice and studies the master. Read! You'll absorb it. Then write. If it is good, you'll find out. If it's not, throw it out the window." ~William Faulkner (hehe. i did it!)
"In the sweetness of friendship let there be laughter, and sharing of pleasures. For in the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed." Kahlil Gibran
Yes, I did. Very much. I don't post much poetry...I don't even write much anymore...My time is too limited. But I love reading poetry. Some of the stuff I wrote a year or so ago I may be posting soon.
Anyway, I really did like all of them. I liked Thursday Morning especially. Brilliant imagery.
You have a lovely voice and express it well :) I'm still working on my poem in response to a blog you have removed, where you wanted all your comments to be poems.
"Your son had a bit of excitement today. He tried to open a door with his foot. Then he kicked the door. He walked about twenty feet and kissed the floor. He curled into a fetal position and convulsed."
That nurse made me sound like a moron.
Here's what happened.
I did open a door with my foot. My hands were full. The door managed swock itself across my knee as I opened it. It dislocated my kneecap and pinched a nerve. I walked twenty feet and my vision started blacking in around the edges. I lifted up my leg and shook it hard. It snapped my kneecap back into place, allowing the nerve to finally send a message of extreme agony. My system went into shock from the pain. I blacked out. Naturally, I did not remain on my feet. I fell forward, cracked my head on the cement and snapped my mouth hard, chipping two of my teeth. I had a headache. That was all. I didn't even need any drugs at the dentist.
Oh, I was wondering why you mentioned Spanish - RYC, wonderful as it is, is not the pantheon of ethnic variety - forgot I had asked like that. I use por que all the time though. It lends itself more easily to expressive conversation.
Yeah, I heard about it. He thought you were cool, too. He really enjoyed camp - though now he is contemptuous of RYC because there aren't 52 Bible classes a day - even though he hasn't been.
pretty good man! I've been meaning to send out emails to people from camp, but my internet connection has been messed up. You haven't been on here in forever ... now you're back!
