yeah, and then ~

[lookingland]

Orthopaedic Injuries of the Civil War: $43.45 and still dropping.

50bookchallenge:

no. 40 ~ The Quiet Little Woman by louisa may alcott. it's a story, but it's a book (of short stories), so i'm counting it. always enjoy alcott. these three Christmas tales were sweet and easy (just what i need right now). "Rosa's Tale" was especially amusing because it is about a talking horse (there's an old legend about animals being able to talk at midnight on Christmas as a reward for their silence in the manger). anyway, not much to report on this. i read it. it was good. a nice little book to hold in the hands.

i have ten books to read for december if i am going to make the challenge. i might make it ~ i have about seven books in various states of completion laying around the house and will finish them soon as all my work is turned in this week. i don't think Quicksilver will be among them (since i have about 700 pages to go on that one), but many of the books in my pile are more than half-read.

there is a lot i want to say right now, but i feel it's pointless.

i am struggling for a peaceful heart this season and a friend's post yesterday finally made me realize how much. those of you on my f-list who are inclined, please remember me in your prayers.

Comments

[gwyn-hwyfar.livejournal.com]

Oh yeah...my daughter has that book. I need to steal it and read it. Thanks for the reminder :D

[lookingland.livejournal.com]

do ~ ! there's something very lighthearted and easy about it. nice for a cup of cocoa and a warm fire.

: D

[geckobird.livejournal.com]

The next time I go out to sing and pray by the lake shore (hopefully tonight), I shall remember you for certain. ^_^

[lookingland.livejournal.com]

oh thank you ~ !

and how lovely it must be to pray on the lakeshore ~ i hope you got to go and enjoy the loveliness!

: D

[markredmond.livejournal.com]

There is a line in the Eucharistic prayer that I always recall at times like these: Free us from all anxiety. Sometimes that is all we can hope for.

Many years ago, when I spent a summer in a trappist monastery as an observer, I was being shown around by the Novice Master. While we were down in the bowels of the abbey, we crossed paths with a monk who I swear made Yoda look young. When the Novice Master introduced me, the old monk's stare pinned me against the wall. He uttered one word and moved on: Persevere! After all, what else can we do?

Every journey has its trials.

These prayers go out from one troubled soul for the comfort of another.

FYI, I think you are one amazingly talented person. If I had a fraction of your talent, I would be elated. It is a gift worthy of acknowledgment.

Peace

[lookingland.livejournal.com]

awww, thanks mark.

i think i incline to feel that perseverence is never sufficient and yet find i am disinclined to make more heroic efforts otherwise. and how quickly that becomes a black sucking vortex from which it seems like nothing can ever return.

but i am reminded by your words that when we find ourselves incapable of doing, the best thing is to simply be ~ to practice presence.

i will carry that through the week ~ bless you.