Oh, Mutts

(c) Patrick McDonnell

This makes me feel a little dichotomous*:

:-)

:'-(

* If you can feel dichotomous, I mean. Never been so disappointed. *Sigh.*

Grief and Moving On

(March 31, 1999)

This is a new day. The more we let yesterday's unhappiness slide away, the sooner we come into the fullness of the present.

Sorrow will fade.

The new hour will bring new experiences, new jobs to do. We will coax all the sweetness out of every hour and it will sing for us like a bird.

Peace,
Tawanka

Someday, When I'm a Mother

I'm going to need to remember that this post exists. Because my children, and especially my daughter(s ?), will need to hear it.

Stand up. Stand out. Be smart and strong. It may be some time before you find the one who can appreciate who you are. So be it. Settle for nothing less. Because if your heart must rest in the hands of another man, I want him to be a man strong enough to love a strong woman.

I needed to hear it. I didn't. Or if I did, I didn't believe the speaker.

Now, when I'm told similar things, I believe the speaker. I know the one telling me (whomever it may be) has my best interest at heart, wants to see me happy and wants to do whatever she/he can do to help me get there.

And that makes me very happy.

I need a little levity . . .

and wine. And writing. And reading. And sleep. And so many other things.

And I really, really just wish I had a little bit of peace.

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(April 13, 1999)

The quiet companionship of a comforting person is like balm to the soul.

Like Mother Earth, (s)he absorbs the shock of pain and erases the wounds, and even the scars with time. These people seem to be able to take our hand and walk with us through the difficult places they have already traveled.

They keep us from the loneliness that pervades our experiences, waiting for a word that we have passed through safely. And best of all, they never bring it up again, but let the past take care of the past.

Their eyes are on tomorrow, their hands on the present time so that we never hear empty echoes and are never reminded that we were unhappy. And then, we, in quiet ways, can reach back and take someone else's hand.

(I think we all know someone like this.)

Peace,
Tawanka

I Passed!

Yep, I officially passed. Got the certificate and all. So, now I've got letters after my name. Feels really good to see that.

It's Day Two . . .

And I finally have my idea for this year's Nano: a youth minister and his experiences with the children in his church. Interesting enough that I'll write this from a background I don't have (that of being male), but that I'm also considering writing it in a protestant church. Of course, I don't necessarily have experience as a youth minister, but I could be one, if I wanted, so I'm not so concerned about that.

Regardless, I may not be doing much writing at all this week: I sit for my computer-based APR exam this Friday and I've been severely lax in my studying. I've even avoided my books all weekend because it was just more fun to drive (I have the Miata, you see) than it would have been to study.

So, here are my goals for the week:
1) I don't have to work late.
2) My clients are their normal, non-demanding selves.
3) My car really doesn't need a new clutch and I don't have to go find a convertible to buy this week.
4) I can make up my Nano count this weekend at Jeffi's wedding. (It should only be about 12K by Sunday . . .)
5) Any other calamity which would seriously upset any hope at studying I've got.

And, I've already voted, so that won't be an issue. (Glad I did, too: 3.5 hours on Saturday. Wow.)