A Distracted Life by Michelle Lanae: I just told Camille this but I love this plan so spread the news

ok but i had a brain storm the other day our whole family should do a abc book like the one grandma has called the parrie alphabet except it would be the tommer family alphabet like a is for aunt ann and anna n is for newel or we could just do a fwan hill alphabet r is red roses and rilla h is for hiking over hills while heber reads history

so try to think of one pretends its sacatigories game

roll the dice for the letter

and here are some categories add this to each category related to the tommer family

names of relatives

memories

places

food

traditions

sights

stories

ancestors

church

behaviorisms

travel

family's

weddings

I love flowers so here is a little thought

This morning the green fists of the peonies are getting ready
to break my heart
as the sun rises,
as the sun strokes them with his old, buttery fingers

and they open —
pools of lace,
white and pink —
and all day the black ants climb over them,

boring their deep and mysterious holes
into the curls,
craving the sweet sap,
taking it away

to their dark, underground cities —
and all day
under the shifty wind,
as in a dance to the great wedding,

the flowers bend their bright bodies,
and tip their fragrance to the air,
and rise,
their red stems holding

all that dampness and recklessness
gladly and lightly,
and there it is again —
beauty the brave, the exemplary,

blazing open.
Do you love this world?
Do you cherish your humble and silky life?
Do you adore the green grass, with its terror beneath?

Do you also hurry, half-dressed and barefoot, into the garden,
and softly,
and exclaiming of their dearness,
fill your arms with the white and pink flowers,

with their honeyed heaviness, their lush trembling,
their eagerness
to be wild and perfect for a moment, before they are
nothing, forever?

from New And Selected Poems by Mary Oliver

(c) Mary Oliver

Quotes

"you do realize that self loathing is not the same as not eating cake" Laurie ann
that direction,' the Cat said, waving its right paw round, `lives a Hatter: and in that direction,' waving the other paw, `lives a March Hare. Visit either you like: they're both mad.' `But I don't want to go among mad people,' Alice remarked. `Oh, you can't help that,' said the Cat: `we're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad.' `How do you know I'm mad?' said Alice. `You must be,' said the Cat, `or you wouldn't have come here.'
Penny Pingleton: Oh, no!
Inigo Montoya: I just work for Vizzini to pay the bills. There's not a lot of money in revenge.
Inigo Montoya: That Vizzini, he can *fuss*.
Inigo Montoya: Hello. My name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die.
Penny Pingleton: ...I don't know why we have this room, but there's food, water, a bed, gas mask, Russian language books...
Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us.' We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There's nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It's not just in some of us; it's in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we're liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others." (A Return to Love: Reflections on the Principles of "A Course in Miracles", Harper Collins, 1992. From Chapter 7, Section 3])
I don’t make choices based on the way I characterize myself I characterize myself based on the choices I make - Camille

A Distracted Life by Michelle Lanae

Thursday, May 26, 2011

I just told Camille this but I love this plan so spread the news

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