29 March 2008
The Four Loves, "There is no safe investment. To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly be broken ... The only place outside Heaven where you can be perfectly safe from all the dangers and perturbations of love is Hell.
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09 March 2008
imagine my heartache when i discovered she was speaking at the same time as kathy sierra. oh well. i could get the kathy podcast later.
after an amazingly brutal career advice conversation with the crowd (i love this woman even more now) i stood in line to bid a fond (and admittedly nervous) hello. something she had said earlier about people being afraid to be amazing and great really resonated with some things i’m internalizing at the moment. so my question for her at the end?
“what would you say to someone who’s afraid to be great?”
“well, uh, you have some food in your teeth.”
lovely. bloody spinach dip. $^@%#!
"you need to surround yourself with people who will tell you that you have food between your teeth.”
she encouraged me to find people who fail, so i can learn. she inspired me to set huge, ginormous goals. to find people who dream big too.
** now, i know i am not the only one who’s struggling with that fear - the fear of being great. and if you have asked the why and the how of overcoming that fear… don’t worry.
the fact you are asking that question in itself means you care. and you will be great.
(that’s the last little bit she told me). and with the smallest little bit of oomph in my heart, i said thank you, we said goodbye, and i scurried off to the bathroom to pick the spinach out of my teeth. FlowerDust.net | Anne Jackson » Blog Archive » the brazen spinach dip and fear
08 March 2008
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06 March 2008
Only dreams closing the day
And with the day’s close going back
To the gray things, the dark things,
The far, deep things of dreamland.
Dreams, only dreams in the dusk,
Only the old remembered pictures
Of lost days when the day’s loss
Wrote in tears the heart’s loss.
Tears and loss and broken dreams
May find your heart at dusk.
I'll tell you how the sun rose,--
A ribbon at a time.
The steeples swam in amethyst,
The news like squirrels ran.
The hills untied their bonnets,
The bobolinks begun.
Then I said softly to myself,
"That must have been the sun!"
05 March 2008
The wife said, “You should do it, because you get up first, and then we don’t have to wait as long to get our coffee.”
The husband said, ” You are in charge of cooking around here and you should do it, because that is your job, and I can just wait for my coffee.”
Wife replies, “No, you should do it, and besides, it is in the Bible that the man should do the coffee.”
Husband replies, “I can’t believe that, show me.”
So she fetched the Bible, and opened the New Testament and showed him at the top of several pages, that it indeed says……….”HEBREWS”
04 March 2008
I too feel the pressure to do "great" things and have been told on a number of occasions that I am "special." I’ve heard the often taken out of context Jeremiah 29:11 "God has a plan for my life," along with numerous spiritual clichés one is fed if they are in the church for more than a day. And I have dreamed of being that “someone” who does that “something” incredibly life and world altering. And now, upon entering adulthood, I am loathing myself for falling into the trap of daily 9-to-5 cubicle life and wondering why I didn't major in something more adventurous in college...
Summer Lee Carison, http://www.relevantmagazine.com/god_article.php?id=7502
03 March 2008
Peter said to Paul
"All those words that we wrote
Are just the rules of the game and the rules are the first to go"
But now talkin' to God is Laurel beggin' Hardy for a gun
I gotta girl in the war, man I wonder what it is we done
Paul said to Petey
"You gotta rock yourself a little harder;
Pretend the dove from above is a dragon and your feet are on fire"
And I got a girl in the war, Paul the only thing I know to do
Is turn up the music and pray that she makes it through...
collides with today
as the 60 watt lamp
at my beside
taints my darkened walls with
The books lie open, half-read…
prod my wonderings.
Are these 60 watts
counting down with me,
‘til I can again sense the dawn?
They can only hope
that I refuse the moon’s seductions,
keep the favonian breeze
from loosing my hold
from cooling my hot heart running
Welcome to the 12 o’ clock.
A Kiss for the Knight
Trenchant gaze collides with unforgiving morn,
Dares the sun to rise.
White-fire rays alight ‘pon Earth’s surface, torn
Between the lengthening of shadows
Between the impudence of days.
With heavy greys of autumn’s breath,
This gaze bespeaks the dying night—
Clinging still to haunting mists
When offered blazing light.
Yet haunting mists keep not their shape,
Nor form of set prediction,
When offered room within a heart,
The heart has lost conviction.