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Insanity Comes Naturally: August 2012
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Only Dull People are Brilliant at Breakfast! Courtesy of deviantart.com. This piece features two of my favourite characters to play with from. The Brew; because every misadventuring hero ought to have the acerbic wit of a spinster aunt to keep him steady. N England, people actually try to be brilliant at breakfast. That is so dreadful of them! 8221; like a curse word under her breath which eligibles of said sex found quite off-putting. Aunt; both lived in full assurance that, had the former twenty aunts,...
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Insanity Comes Naturally: January 2012
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The Wandering Heart of Things That Are. I will be a year older, and wiser, though I daresay not prettier, tomorrow. All in a day. At any rate, in keeping with predictable things, here is Chesterton. 'Tisn't the whole poem. Which I highly recommend -. And which isn't that. But these are my favourite lines. And furthermore, because tomorrow is my birthday, I am going to stay up and read. The Man Who Was Thursday. Until it is late. Very late, very possibly. O go you onward; where you are. Heaven on Earth,.
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Insanity Comes Naturally: For Want of Wonder.
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For Want of Wonder. Hen all my days are ending. And I have no song to sing,. I think that I shall not be too old. To stare at everything;. As I stared once at a nursery door. Or a tall tree and a swing. Wherein God's ponderous mercy hangs. On all my sins and me,. Because He does not take away. The terror from the tree. And stones still shine along the road. That are and cannot be. Men grow too old for love, my love,. Men grow too old for wind,. But I shall not grow too old to see. But not to night and day.
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Insanity Comes Naturally: The Turn of a Page
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The Turn of a Page. And, you know, it's not like I'm a perfectionist or anything, making this whole reconstruction thing even more time-involved. at least that's not a factor at all! The point is, it's not worth clinging to this skeleton of a blog. It's time for a change. That may mean a new blog; it may mean. I don't know. Changing because the change is insignificant. But I need some time for thought, and I need some time to talk about it with a Certain Fellow whose opinion is rather significant. May yo...
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Insanity Comes Naturally: December 2011
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By GK Chesterton (whom did you expect? There fared a mother driven forth. Out of an inn to roam;. In the place where she was homeless. All men are at home. The crazy stable close at hand,. With shaking timber and shifting sand,. Grew a stronger thing to abide and stand. Than the square stones of Rome. For men are homesick in their homes,. And strangers under the sun,. And they lay their heads in a foreign land. Whenever the day is done. Here we have battle and blazing eyes,. Where the yule tale was begun.
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Insanity Comes Naturally: Announcing -
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After exactly six months of indecision, having hopefully waited long enough to prevent anyone from actually seeing this, I am happy to release the the new and little-improved:. Suitably irregular and haphazard posts to follow at the above link. Scribbled by Anna Graham. A Spirit Not Of Fear. A Vapor in the Wind. Scribbles and Ink Stains. The Poetry of Lost Things. Winged Writings and Feathered Photos. Wife : mama : opportunistic nap-napper :. View my complete profile. Birds On a Wire. Tenth Ave. North.
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Insanity Comes Naturally: September 2012
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I think it was the shape of his coat-tails," he said. Ms Rachel, over at The Inkpen Authoress. Was kind enough to think of me and ask me a series of questions, a sort of interview-a-la-bloggue. Here's a smidge of the interview:. What do you look for first as the mark of a good writer? Thank you once again to Rachel! Take a look at her blog here. Or above, for those observant ones), with the interview specifically here. But that would be cliche. Scribbled by Anna Graham. A Spirit Not Of Fear. Wife : mama ...
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Insanity Comes Naturally: February 2012
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A Pleasant Inheritance: Favourite Things. Having formulated very beautiful lists of their own, inspire and compel. And I. resist? Besides, I promised Jenny. The man's cub is mine, Lungri - mine to me! To be and wills. To be completely consumed by Christ, and only ever shall. Such indeed are paradoxes and. Battered half-blank notebooks :. Swishy thrift-store skirts :. The sensation of triumph at the first sight of blood flashing down an IV catheter :. Yorkshire Gold tea, properly brewed :. The steady ,.
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Insanity Comes Naturally: More Satisfying Than the Solutions of Man
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More Satisfying Than the Solutions of Man. As it is the season for new-year posts on the subject of readings, past and future, I thought I might squeeze out one of my own and perhaps pave the way for actually posting a few times this year. I was fairly organized last year, planning a monthly allotment of books that included an old favourite, a new potential favourite, and something of substance/classic. Sutcliff) , Mere Christianity,. Harry Blamires' Divine Trilogy. Lawhead), Till We Have Faces,. In the ...
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Insanity Comes Naturally: March 2013
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And Poets Shall Have Flames Upon Their Heads. I need to dust my bookshelves. There's a good inch-and-a-half of space between the edge of each shelf and the row of paper vertebrae - an inch and a half that is now gray instead of the original cheap black finish. A quick sweep of my finger begins to restore the former glory; how quickly a few strokes of a damp paper towel would finish the job! Dustier with time - it does not matter much - and anyway, if I wait until they are really. JRR Tolkien, 'Mythopoeia'.
