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Reflections as a Foreigner: February 2008
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Reflections as a Foreigner. A Park Bench Lesson. View my complete profile. Thursday, February 28, 2008. A Park Bench Lesson. So there we were last Saturday afternoon, sitting on a bench in the park drinking coffee, enjoying the February sun, comfortably engaged in one of humanity's favorite pastimes: complaining. It's easy to fall prey to. It's sort of like the annoying little thing that gets in the way of all the nothing you can afford to do," Megan nodded. We both looked out into the park at all the pe...
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Reflections as a Foreigner: Shock and Awe
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Reflections as a Foreigner. View my complete profile. Tuesday, March 4, 2008. This afternoon I had a twelfth grade English class. The first time to be with this group, and the regular teacher is out sick. Has been for the past week. So in order to keep the class moving and not have to let it be cancelled, I and two other teachers are sharing teaching duties. Which means no continuity. There seemed only one way out. Overwhelming use of English. Shock and awe. I carried the day.
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Reflections as a Foreigner: Zugspitze
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Reflections as a Foreigner. One missed job opportunity. View my complete profile. Friday, April 11, 2008. Over Easter vacation Megan and I spent a week in the Bavarian Alps on the border with Austria. We spent two days hiking through the mountains, one day in Innsbruck, and another day in Munich. It was such a nice trip and a beautiful area. We stayed in a small vacation apartment run by a very nice old lady. She even gave us some homemade cake one day! April 11, 2008 at 3:57 PM. April 18, 2008 at 7:44 AM.
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Reflections as a Foreigner: Rain?
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Reflections as a Foreigner. View my complete profile. Wednesday, June 11, 2008. I ask him. "I don't think so.". He says, enunciating each syllable of the word slowly and shrugging his shoulders while tipping his head to one side. "Maybe! I guess we'll see," I said, and continuing on my way. The little boy called out at me down the street. "You just never know! Definitely the funniest post! June 11, 2008 at 10:47 PM. Nothing in the world is difficult for one who sets his mind on it. Learn young, learn fair.
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August 18, 2015 – Scribbles and Somedays
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Day: August 18, 2015. Elizabeth Camden’s “Beyond All Dreams”. August 18, 2015. August 18, 2015. This past week, I finished. Despite having picked up at least 4 of her earlier novels while they were on Amazon’s (free) bestseller list, I hadn’t gotten around to reading any of her books until this one. 8216;s novels were a lovely exception to this less than hard-and-fast rule of mine, for example. One of those rarities.). By an author I’d never read? Library of Congress Reading Room. I’ll definitely m...
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Shape A Star: God showing off
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Musings from a small island in Scotland. Thursday, July 02, 2009. How do I describe it? Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Iona, Scotland, United Kingdom. I strive to be a shaper of stars, a farmer of hope, a fisher of people, a student of paradox, a shepherd of dreams, a daughter of love, and a co-creator of life, because these are the things to which I am called. I am very often not those things, but I can certainly say that I try with all I have. View my complete profile. To glean from them some light.
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Shape A Star: Buchanan Street in January, part one
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Musings from a small island in Scotland. Sunday, January 18, 2009. Buchanan Street in January, part one. I was walking down Buchanan Street in Glasgow on Saturday, one of the main commercial sections of the city, and found lots of people busking along the street. For nearly the whole walk up and back down the street, I was either in sight or earshot of a street performer. A violinist / fiddler playing reels and jigs. A group of 10 percussionists with various sizes and shapes, drumming and swaying together.
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Shape A Star: Bull Horkey
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Musings from a small island in Scotland. Wednesday, January 07, 2009. What a title for a post, eh? So in a discussion the other day someone said to me "no one can make you feel anything", a phrase I've heard before in my work in mental health, and a phrase that I hate. And in the last few days I've been thinking about why I so vehemently dislike the phrase. Here's what I've come up with. First, the things the phrase attempts to say that I do wholeheartedly agree with:. 3 A person does have an amount of c...
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Shape A Star: Posts and snow
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Musings from a small island in Scotland. Sunday, January 18, 2009. It's been a while since I posted regularly. And suddenly, I have a stockpile of topics for posts and a bit of time and motivation to write them. However, since I don't want to bombard you, I'll set them to be posted at intervals. just warning you. =). Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Iona, Scotland, United Kingdom. View my complete profile. Some people dream of catching stars,. To glean from them some light. Send whirling into flight.
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Shape A Star: "Where are you from?" sermon
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Musings from a small island in Scotland. Monday, May 25, 2009. Where are you from? This is the sermon I preached at Iona last Sunday. In case anyone would like to read it. I have made your name known to those whom you gave me from the world. They were yours, and you gave them to me, and they have kept your word. Now they know that everything you have given me is from you;. For the words that you gave to me I have given to them,. And they have received them and know in truth that I came from you;. But I a...
