reverent irreverence: adapting

Saturday, April 10, 2010

adapting

Broke my hand.

Bummer.

6 comments:

Jayne said...: Seriously?? Oh, no! That is one thing you really don't need right now, bless your heart. Praying for little pain and quick healing...; 5:39 PM, April 10, 2010
The Bug said...: Bummer is right!; 7:22 PM, April 10, 2010
Amy said...: I feel your pain as I suffered the same thing a year or so ago - ouch! I've been enjoying your blog for some time and I'm hoping you will be able to type soon!; 9:08 PM, April 10, 2010
Janet M said...: Oh Anne that's has to be hurting and I'm so sorry to hear this. Yikes right before the wedding too.; 12:35 PM, April 11, 2010
Mary Beth said...: Oh RATS! I'm so sorry! Terrible. Hugs and healing.; 5:53 PM, April 11, 2010
JulesinParadise said...: Hoping your hand heals fast. Thinking of you!; 5:03 AM, April 12, 2010

gems

From the 2003 memorial service for slain reporter Daniel Pearl (directed to Daniel Pearl's father):

"We are here to assert the Islamic conviction of the moral equivalency of our Abrahamic faiths. If to be a Jew means to say with all one's heart, mind and soul, 'Sh'ma Israel, Adonai Elohenu, Adonai echad; Hear o Israel, the Lord our God, the Lord is One,' not only today am I a Jew, but I have always been one, Mr. Pearl."

"If to be a Christian is to love the Lord our God with all of my heart, mind and soul and to love for my fellow human beings what I love for myself, then not only am I a Christian, but I have always been one, Mr. Pearl. We are here especially to seek your forgiveness and that of your family for what has been done in the name of Islam."
Imam Feisal Rauf

There are many things to be grateful "for" but, as I ripen with the seasons of life, the many reasons blend into a sacred mystery. And, most deeply, I realize that living gratefully is its own blessing.
Michael Mahoney

“Give me a candle of the Spirit, O God, as I go down into the deeps of my being. Show me the hidden things, the creatures of my dreams, the storehouse of forgotten memories and hurts. Take me down to the spring of my life, and tell me my nature and my name. Give me freedom to grow, so that I may become that self, the seed of which you planted in me at my making. Out of the deeps I cry to you, O God.”
--Prayer at night by Jim Cotter

Saturday, April 10, 2010

adapting

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