Tuesday, January 11, 2011
There is a poem I've kept on my refrigerator since my early years of marriage. It's yellowed with age, wrinkled, and re-taped many times from accidental tears and household moves. I have known its destruction, division, and poison, first-hand, and marvel at how those that use it cannot see themselves within. Do you know this anonymous poem I speak of:
Saturday, January 08, 2011
What I'm railing about is how easily we try to destroy someone, in order to lift ourselves up. The following feelings, thoughts, and intent have not changed with time:
"Oh, you mean, like the guy who died in the bathroom from drugs." There is nothing inherently wrong with that statement. It is the truth, and it was spoken quite innocently and naturally by an 11-year-old child on November 27, 2005. The sad part was that it was spoken as the child was engrossed in a video game and half-listening to the conversation around him.
He had just had new strings put on a guitar and everyone was trying to think of a current performer he
Thursday, January 06, 2011
Remember these? Do they still do it? Do you have a silhouette of your child from pre-school days that is languishing in storage? When I moved to NC, I found my daughters' old silhouettes in a box and wanted to just do something a little more with them than use the simple black 10x13 frame in my new home. I was looking for something to brighten up my bathroom wall (that wasn't fishy, bubbly, what-have-you) and let me see them, often (if you get my drift). I think you'll like the result! I love them and thought you might like to do the same with your old silhouettes -- or, if you don't have one, you can learn the easy steps here to make your own.
|photo from Kathryn of Orlando site|