We’re in the lull between opening presents and dinner, during which Mom and I took little naps (just resting my eyes I am) and we’re going through presents to look at everything again. The little tomtes above have mostly wandered away to new homes.
Merry Christmas 2014
A prayer for tonight and the year ahead
Sunday night, I was lucky enough to be in the car at the right time to listen to all of Fiona Ritchie’s Thistle and Shamrock radio show. It’s good all year round but her holiday shows are worth every minute and this year was a special gem.
After a few opening tunes, she paused to talk about the season and shared this prayer-song from Ghana which I hope to remember each day next year:
Journeying god, pitch your tent with mine
so that I may not become deterred
by hardship, strangeness, doubt;
show me the movement I must make
toward a wealth not dependent on possessions
toward a wisdom not based on books
toward a strength not bolstered by might
toward a god not confined to heaven.
Help me to find myself
as I walk in others’ shoes.
And so on this night when much of the world pauses, I send out good thoughts and strength to those who need it, love to all and best wishes for a joy-filled year ahead.
From the Quote Box
Man’s mind is not a container to be filled but rather a fire to be kindled. — Charles Kettering, American industrialist
Warez MB? December Edition
Part of me: working. Part of me: vacillating rapidly between panic and distaste for all things holiday (with a big smidge of heart-surging over a wonderful moment at work). Part of me: #amediting.
For a number of reasons, I had to massage my nanowrimo story and that involved throwing it into MS Word. Don’t hate – you use the best tool for the job at hand and well, I needed a word processor with some specific abilities. Decided for grins I would go through and do a spell and grammar check and next thing I knew:





