“I love writing. I love the swirl and swing of words as they tangle with human emotions.”
– James Michener
The intuitive mind is a sacred gift and the rational mind is a faithful servant. We have created a society that honors the servant and has forgotten the gift.
Nerd.
I would like to experience a midnight in Paris.
To save man from the morass of propaganda, in my opinion, is one of the chief aims of education. Education must enable one to sift and weigh evidence, to discern the true from the false, the real from the unreal, and the facts from the fiction.
Simon Von Booy, Love Begins in Winter
Move, Shake, Drop…yeah, the girls rocked it tonight. CHJN Dance Team
Once upon a time it was January 1, 2011. I was less wise and more naive. I didn’t know what I would know by the end of the year. I took a deep breath and jumped headlong into the next 365 days, my hair now a little more gray, my wrinkles a bit deeper. I laughed more in 2011 than in any other year. I also cried more. Sure I made mistakes, ones with longstanding consequence. Of course I faced failure and loss, yet picking up what was left, I began again. There was a moment I even came face to face with death, but I walked away from the fight. The scars of experience are permanent, and the lessons of a life lived are precious. Though weakened and weathered, I stand today stronger than I have ever been. I don’t know what I will know by the end of this coming year, and that’s ok. I am certain that whatever is in store for 2012, I will face it head on and make no apologies for the life I call my own. (Taken with instagram)
(by Ellie)
Another one on my reading list :)
F. Scott Fitzgerald
‘It was my first inkling that he was a writer. And while I like writers - because if you ask a writer anything, you usually get an answer - still it belittled him in my eyes. Writers aren’t people exactly. Or, if they’re any good, they’re a whole lot of people trying so hard to be one person. It’s like actors, who try so pathetically not to look in mirrors. Who lean backward trying - only to see their faces in the reflecting chandeliers.’
Let her be bored. Let her have long afternoons with absolutely nothing to do. Limit her TV-watching time and her internet-playing time and take away her cell phone. Give her a whole summer of lazy mornings and dreamy afternoons. Make sure she has a library card and a comfy corner where she can curl up with a book.Give her a notebook and five bucks so she can pick out a great pen. Insist she spend time with the family. It’s even better if this time is spent in another state, a cabin in the woods, a cottage on the lake, far from her friends and people her own age. Give her some tedious chores to do. Make her mow the lawn, do the dishes by hand, paint the garage. Make her go on long walks with you and tell her you just want to listen to the sounds of the neighborhood.
Let her be lonely. Let her believe that no one in the world truly understands her. Give her the freedom to fall in love with the wrong person, to lose her heart, to have it smashed and abused and broken. Occasionally be too busy to listen, be distracted by other things, have your nose in a great book, be gone with your own friends. Let her have secrets.
I love this room.
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