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Say it loud, and there's music playing
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Say it loud, and there's music playing. Sunday, June 8, 2014. It's not something that I inherited or bought. It's the creation of my own labors of getting to know people, serving people, loving people, and spending good time with them. Even the part of my network that I arguably did inherit, my family, is still in some part my own handiwork. I engaged in the same behaviors and habits of actively cultivating relationships and being genuinely interested in other people. June 9, 2014 at 9:22 AM. People Impr...
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Say it loud, and there's music playing: June 2014
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Say it loud, and there's music playing. Sunday, June 8, 2014. It's not something that I inherited or bought. It's the creation of my own labors of getting to know people, serving people, loving people, and spending good time with them. Even the part of my network that I arguably did inherit, my family, is still in some part my own handiwork. I engaged in the same behaviors and habits of actively cultivating relationships and being genuinely interested in other people. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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Say it loud, and there's music playing: It's not fair . . . to compare
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Say it loud, and there's music playing. Friday, March 7, 2014. It's not fair . . . to compare. I just reread my last post. Which was almost 11 months ago. Let's just say it's been a very intense year. And maybe sometime I'll post some stories, because they may be useful to other people who are going through challenging things. Maybe when the stories aren't quite so close to home. And you know the only way that it doesn't drive me crazy, this train of thought? Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). All the b...
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Say it loud, and there's music playing: August 2014
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Say it loud, and there's music playing. Thursday, August 14, 2014. Stories and laws- my musings. A Segullah article I read today caught my fancy and my musings a bit. It's entitled. God of Stories, God of Laws," and the essence is that God knows each of our stories individually and minutely and intensely personally. He knows all the mitigating circumstances in our lives. And yet He still is the giver of laws as well. It's the whole justice and mercy paradox all over again in a way, isn't it? And suddenly...
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Say it loud, and there's music playing: October 2011
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Say it loud, and there's music playing. Thursday, October 13, 2011. It's been a great week. Good progress on sewing projects, an evening run to the hot tub generously shared to us by the Boys on Laurelhurst (we are the Girls on Blaine, it works quite nicely). I have almost all the necessary components for my Halloween costume, which will be fun. A very busy, full few days at work. Consider the sweet, tender children who must suffer on this earth. He clothes the lilies of the field. And the response came ...
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Say it loud, and there's music playing: May 2014
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Say it loud, and there's music playing. Sunday, May 18, 2014. Creativity, energy, love, and kindness. All kinds of magic. In some cases, neat chemical reactions take place. In some cases, the electron emits light. And do you know what happens when I get kicked into a higher energy level? And know what the first and great commandment is? Sunday, May 11, 2014. I wish I'd had the opportunity to get to know my mom as a peer. I feel like my big growing-up years of high school and college were the years th...
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The perfect thought at the perfectly wrong time: November 2014
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The perfect thought at the perfectly wrong time. Rereading my post about making Shep go naked because I wasn't prepared reminded me of our very similar experience at church yesterday. Links to this post. I just finished reading Adventures in Tandem Nursing. I should probably be a member of La Leche League so I can get borrowing privileges to such titles and maybe be a part of a community with some other women who have had similar experiences with nursing. But we've kept at it anyway. Why? I guess because...
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The perfect thought at the perfectly wrong time: February 2014
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The perfect thought at the perfectly wrong time. I quit my job and my last day was three weeks ago tomorrow. That seems crazy to me because my life has felt like this since then: recovering from the serious disaster that I let our apartment deteriorate into (because I was quitting soon), going to Seattle, and then being sick. I'm not sure if I feel like I have adjusted to our new normal yet. People have asked me what I will do now that I'm not working. I guess I could have said I'm now doing freelanc...
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The perfect thought at the perfectly wrong time: March 2014
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The perfect thought at the perfectly wrong time. Choosing not to "have it all". I'm reading Jennifer Senior's All Joy and No Fun. Is tyrannized by the idea of its own potential" (pg. 41). I think, "Maybe I should be working and earning money right now! If I'm not, I'm worthless! But me working from home, especially as the demands at work seemed ever-increasing, was too much for me and my family. Even though theoretically, my child's needs come first, often work's call was more urgent and. At its core, I ...
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The Breadbox: Miriam
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Monday, March 2, 2015. I see her in their faces. Though lacking lines from years still to come. Framed in heavy hair. Not as white or wispy soft. Mother's movements look so familiar. The way she softly taps the table with her hands. Just as she had done. As they retell her stories re-retold,. Passing them from mouth to mouth, reverently. As one should handle one of her precious quilts. I see her in them. The stories form bit by bit. Pulled from each memory. On the particular wording. She may have used.
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