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Author: Stacia category: Family. I say this every time I sit down here, but I really want to blog more. I just spent a little while catching up on one of my favorite blogs and I’m like.gah.I miss that so much. Just to have something that is mine, you know? Something that documents our stuff, whatever it may be. I sincerely don’t even remember the last time I blogged, I KNOW! So my blog doesn’t even exist at this moment. I’m writing this in hopes that it will soon come back to life. I have the week (!
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Author: Stacia category: Family. We somehow convinced him to take off the too small tie. The words are there, sloshing around in this forgetful brain of mine. But I’m not good enough at putting them out there without sounding angry or sad or trite which is maybe worse. It’s hard to continually open up and share even when you want to knowing you probably won’t get something back. Or only negativity. Hard is probably the wrong word, and not what I mean. 2 Responses to “I miss this.”. May 6th, 2014.
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Something to Talk About. Author: Stacia category: Family. Will holds five month old Haddie while the older kids practice tae kwon do. DISCLAIMER: I COMPLETELEY UNDERSTAND THAT THIS A DEEPLY PERSONAL TOPIC THAT IS DIFFERENT FOR EVERYONE AND SHOULD BE DECIDED BETWEEN YOU AND YOUR SIGNIFICANT OTHER. NO JUDGEMENTS HERE.* * * *. The topic is having a lot of kids. Or: when to stop having them. People on the internet get vicious. It’s my uterus I’ll do what I want with it! Or things of that nature. I’m obvi...
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Author: Stacia category: Family. We somehow convinced him to take off the too small tie. The words are there, sloshing around in this forgetful brain of mine. But I’m not good enough at putting them out there without sounding angry or sad or trite which is maybe worse. It’s hard to continually open up and share even when you want to knowing you probably won’t get something back. Or only negativity. Hard is probably the wrong word, and not what I mean. This Week in S.o.S. History. Wow, yesterday’s post.
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the starry heaven above me: the mountains
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The starry heaven above me. Ever new and increasing wonder and awe. Wednesday, November 15, 2006. All the wisdom, all the beauty, I have lived for unaware. Came upon me by the rote of highland rills;. I have seen God walking there. In the solemn, soundless air. When the morning wakened wonder in the hills. Let me sleep among the shadows of the mountains when I die. Odell Shepard, "A Lonely Lute". I have made a boat of wishes and it's read for our sailing. Don Blanding, "Dream Island". I'm working on it.
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the starry heaven above me: October 2006
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The starry heaven above me. Ever new and increasing wonder and awe. Tuesday, October 31, 2006. Democracy is two wolves and a lamb voting on what to have for lunch. Liberty is a well-armed lamb contesting the vote. Why blame the dark for being dark? It's far more helpful to ask why the light isn't as bright as it should be. All your life you live so close to truth it becomes a permanent blur in the corner of your eye. And when someone nudges it into outline, it's like being ambushed by a grotesque.
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the starry heaven above me: March 2007
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The starry heaven above me. Ever new and increasing wonder and awe. Tuesday, March 6, 2007. One of them, a lawyer, asked Him a question, testing Him, "Teacher, which is the greatest commandment in the Law? Morrie Schwartz, Tuesdays with Morrie. Man must evolve for all human conflict a method which rejects revenge, aggression, and retaliation. The foundation of such a method is love. Martin Luther King, Jr. When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes,. I all alone beweep my outcast state,. Yet in these t...
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the starry heaven above me: liberty
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The starry heaven above me. Ever new and increasing wonder and awe. Tuesday, October 31, 2006. Democracy is two wolves and a lamb voting on what to have for lunch. Liberty is a well-armed lamb contesting the vote. Why blame the dark for being dark? It's far more helpful to ask why the light isn't as bright as it should be. All your life you live so close to truth it becomes a permanent blur in the corner of your eye. And when someone nudges it into outline, it's like being ambushed by a grotesque.
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the starry heaven above me: life
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The starry heaven above me. Ever new and increasing wonder and awe. Friday, November 3, 2006. Life is like playing a violin in public and learning the instrument as one goes on. Learning to live what you're born with is the process, the involvement, the making of a life. The worst loneliness is not to be comfortable with yourself. The world is wide, and I will not waste my life in friction when it could be turned into momentum. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Blank pages intimidate me. Dirty, but fun!
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the starry heaven above me: November 2006
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The starry heaven above me. Ever new and increasing wonder and awe. Monday, November 20, 2006. I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,. And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by;. And the wheel's kick and the wind's song and the white sail's shaking,. And a grey mist on the sea's face, and a grey dawn breaking. I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide. Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;. My river runs to thee :. Across ...