We were made to enjoy music, to enjoy beautiful sunsets, to enjoy looking at the billows of the sea and to be thrilled with a rose that is bedecked with dew… Human beings are actually created for the transcendent, for the sublime, for the beautiful, for the truthful... and all of us are given the task of trying to make this world a little more hospitable to these beautiful things.
Desmond Tutu
The Places Your Soul Will Travel
July 17, 2006
July 13, 2006
Bhutan on my mind
I read a thoroughly intriguing article on Bhutan today and loved this traveler's quote..."Instead of billboards advertising real estate deals or cheap cell-phone plans, Bhutan's ad spaces are consumed by slogans like "Love nature" and "Trees are deep, dark, and lovely." Therefore, this is a place I must visit.
July 11, 2006
The Invitation
It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing.
It doesn’t interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love for your dream for the adventure of being alive.
It doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring your moon...I want to know if you have touched the centre of your own sorrow if you have been opened by life’s betrayals or have become shrivelled and closed from fear of further pain. I want to know if you can sit with pain mine or your own without moving to hide it or fade it or fix it. I want to know if you can be with joy mine or your own if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful be realistic remember the limitations of being human.
It doesn’t interest me if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself .If you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul. If you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy. I want to know if you can see Beauty even when it is not pretty every day. And if you can source your own life from its presence. I want to know if you can live with failure yours and mine and still stand at the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon,“Yes.”
It doesn’t interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up after the night of grief and despair weary and bruised to the bone and do what needs to be done to feed the children.
It doesn’t interest me who you know or how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand in the centre of the fire with me and not shrink back.
It doesn’t interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you from the inside when all else falls away. I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.
It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing.
It doesn’t interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love for your dream for the adventure of being alive.
It doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring your moon...I want to know if you have touched the centre of your own sorrow if you have been opened by life’s betrayals or have become shrivelled and closed from fear of further pain. I want to know if you can sit with pain mine or your own without moving to hide it or fade it or fix it. I want to know if you can be with joy mine or your own if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful be realistic remember the limitations of being human.
It doesn’t interest me if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself .If you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul. If you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy. I want to know if you can see Beauty even when it is not pretty every day. And if you can source your own life from its presence. I want to know if you can live with failure yours and mine and still stand at the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon,“Yes.”
It doesn’t interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up after the night of grief and despair weary and bruised to the bone and do what needs to be done to feed the children.
It doesn’t interest me who you know or how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand in the centre of the fire with me and not shrink back.
It doesn’t interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you from the inside when all else falls away. I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.
July 7, 2006
June 26, 2006
I'm selling my car and becoming a bonafide pedestrian from this day forth...
or as soon as I possibly can...
June 12, 2006
Graduation
Of course, I had to add just one of us sisters.
Lauralen, I stole a couple of your great graduation pictures....
Our last Sabbath at Walla Walla, June 10.
Friday Night Graduation Dinner with the Pahls; Jen and I
Getting ready for the graduation ceremony 6:50 AM
The family
Lindsey and I with Dad and Justin in the background
Our favorite Canadians
Little Mason (2 1/2 months)
All the Moores (Check out Mason's smile)
Marching in...
Omigoodness, Andrea! We look so Bert and Ernie, Sesame Streetish!! Now, isn't that hot?
Health Promotion Majors Now in Season
Marching Out...
Saturday, June 10: Pioneer Park, Walla Walla
June 2, 2006
I couldn't get over how hilarious these squirrels looked! They look like they were painted black, or like they are the fallen legion of squirrels. They are even much more aggressive than our typical Northwest squirrel.
Stanley ParkVancouver, BC
Tukking with some Canadian spirit
A really fabulous and swanky dinner.
Never before seen in the natural world! Snake engulfs a sea turtle right before my very eyes! No, I was not aiding in this unsual and cruel crime.
No, it's not Tarzan. It's our very own Gabe.
Main Street Leavenworth, WA.
At least they really reminded me of the Alps.
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