My work here is done.

"I am still every age that I have been. Because I was once a child, I am always a child. Because I was once a searching adolescent, given to moods and ecstasies, these are still part of me, and always will be... This does not mean that I ought to be trapped or enclosed in any of these ages...the delayed adolescent, the childish adult, but that they are in me to be drawn on; to forget is a form of suicide... Far too many people misunderstand what *putting away childish things* means, and think that forgetting what it is like to think and feel and touch and smell and taste and see and hear like a three-year-old or a thirteen-year-old or a twenty-three-year-old means being grownup. When I'm with these people I, like the kids, feel that if this is what it means to be a grown-up, then I don't ever want to be one. Instead of which, if I can retain a child's awareness and joy,  then I will really learn what it means to be grownup."
-Madeleine L'Engle



Have you ever wet the bed?
When I was a Sophmore in high school I had a dream that I finally found a bathroom, and I was more than happy to finally releive myself. Then I woke up midstream. It was a turning point in my life. Now whenever I have the slightest urge to use the restroom while sleeping, I wake up. Then I usually have a snack and return to bed.

But I have been doing a lot better about not munching in the middle of the night.
That sounds gross. Onto more important and equally inappropriate things...

Unintentionally sexual church signs:



www.nationalpunctuationday.com

September 24, 2011

I plan on making punctuation cookies. Who wants to join me?

Perhaps I can have my class make edible sentences. Just an idea.

Another reason to celebrate, Lisa Hannigan releases her new album, "Passenger", September 20th!

Just in case you need a reason to love her, watch this:



I can only imagine the embarrasment of  the lady in front of me at Walgreens. What is worse than checking out with a liter of Vagisal? Getting stuck in line for a prolonged period of time with said liter of Vagisal in hand.

I am one of the searchers.
There are, I believe, millions of us.
We are not unhappy, but neither are we really content.
We continue to explore life, hoping to uncover its ultimate secret.
We continue to explore ourselves, hoping to understand.
We like to walk along the beach, we are drawn by the ocean, taken by its power, its unceasing motion, its mystery and unspeakable beauty.
We like forests and mountains, deserts and hidden rivers, and the lonely cities as well.
Our sadness is as much a part of our lives as is our laughter.
To share our sadness with one we love is perhaps as great a joy as we can know -
unless it be to share our laughter.
We searchers are ambitious only for life itself, for everything beautiful it can provide.
Most of all we love and want to be loved.
We want to live in a relationship that will not impede our wandering, nor prevent our search, nor lock us in prison walls;
that will take us for what little we have to give.
We do not want to prove ourselves to another or compete for love.
For wanderers, dreamers, and lovers, for lonely men and women who dare to ask of life everything good and beautiful.
It is for those who are too gentle to live among wolves.

 James Kavanaugh