2003-12-09

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2003-12-09 07:00 am

On the Pulse of the Morning

One of my Friends posted this magnificent poem on her journal this morning. It is worth passing on.

On the Pulse of the Morning, by Maya Angelou )
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2003-12-09 06:07 pm

Day of Reflection

I had the day off from work today to attend the first year M.Divs' Day of Reflection. It was a wonderful day, and I had the time, space and inspiration to do some serious and helpful thinking and praying about my discernment process about the board presidency issue.

More About My Day )
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2003-12-09 08:57 pm
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Lead Me Not Into Temptation

How in the world am I supposed to finish this paper when I am one-third of the way through the third book of a series that I love, and it's continuing to beckon to me, and volumes 2 and 3 of Promethea finally arrived today!?!??

Right now, I have within arm's reach:

Emanuel Swedenborg: Visionary Savant in the Age of Reason, Eric Benz
Introduction to Swedenborg's Religious Thought, John Howard Spalding
A Concise Overview of Swedenborg's Theology, Robert H. Kirven
The Christian Theology Reader, Alister E. McGrath (ed.)
Journeys By Heart: A Christology of Erotic Power, Rita Nakashima Brock
Beyond This Dark House, Guy Gavriel Kay (poetry)
Promethea, volumes 2 & 3, Alan Moore
The League of Extrordinary Gentlemen, Alan Moore
Original Blessing, Matthew Fox
Lake in the Clouds, Sara Donati

Lake in the Clouds is the third in a series which began in Into the Wilderness, which begins with my favorite opening line of all time:

"Elizabeth Middleton, twenty-nine years old and unmarried, overly educated and excessively rational, knowing right from wrong and fancy from fact, woke in a nest of marten and fox pelts to the sight of an eagle circling overhead, and saw at once that it could not be far to Paradise."

The first time I came to the end of that sentence, I stopped. Read it again. Read it again. And then fought down the urge to throw the book across the room and never again presume to consider myself a writer.

Ok, back to work. . . .