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Aimeanna

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joined on 03/01/05
last updated 08/06/07

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Where I wander

The Breath in my prayer (my husband)

In your eyes. . . . The light the heat. I am complete. I see the doorway to a thousand churches. The resolution of all my fruitless searches.

My Minions

And if you complain once more, you'll meet An army of (gum)mie

To make of life a heaven on earth

To live deep, and suck all the marrow out of life

My Sacred Place

I went to the woods to live deliberately

These are a few of my favourite things

Amidst the silence

The only way I can get Sophia to take a nap. . . .

is to waltz with her. She has a definite preference for the "Congress of Vienna" waltz.

Silly girl. Yep, she is most definitely mine.

Tue, December 11, 2007 - 2:46 PM permalink - 4 comments

Gratitude

I am grateful today. Sometimes God (by whatever name you chose to call) lines things up in such a way to set your heart at peace for a bit, and today is one of those days.

I found out that I'll be able to work from home for a few days a week until we reach the end of the year. I can't even begin to explain what weight this takes off my heart.

After the nerve-racking week immediately following her birth, I've been anxious about being away from her for too long. I have the best help a w... read more

Tue, September 25, 2007 - 11:28 AM permalink - 4 comments

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+ieme la belle

Yea verily yea

Words I live by. . . .

Just For Today, do not anger
Just for today, do not worry
Honour your Parents, teachers and Elders
Show gratitude to everything.
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I have no never-again, I have no always. In the sand
Victory abandoned its footprints.
I am a poor man willing to love his fellow men.
I don't know who you are. I love you. I don't give away thorns, and I don't sell them.

Maybe someone will know that I didn't weave crowns
to draw blood; that I fought against mockery;
that I did fill the high tide of my soul with truth. I repaid vileness with doves.

I have no never, because I was different--
Was, am will be. And in the name
Of my ever-changing love I proclaim a purity.

Death is only the stone of oblivion.
I love you, on your lips I kiss happiness itself.
Let's gather firewood. We'll light a fire on the mountain.
-Pablo Neruda
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