"From this hour I ordain myself loos'd of limits and imaginary lines, going where I list, my own master total and absolute, Listening to others, considering well what they say, Pausing, searching, receiving, contemplating, Gently, but with undeniable will, divesting myself of the holds that would hold me."
Walt Whitman (1819-92)
"When I look back now over my life and call to mind what I might have had simply for taking and did not take, my heart is like to break."
Akhenaton (d. c.1354 BC)
And now, the current weather, from some random person we pulled off the street:
Thursday, April 22, 2004
Blogger Idol Week 14 Top Picks
Grab your rosaries and halos, its time for this blog'sBlogger Idol Week 14 Top Picks!
This weeks topic was "Spirituality" and we saw some really nice and heartfelt entries. These are the ones that spoke to this blog's heartstrings:
Kay - Communing with creation Kay writes her prose as beautiful as poetry, with every word loaded with meaning and purpose. Not to mention she uses the word "cliff" which gets extra credit on this blog.
BytchInNY - My take on religion. I really do not agree with this young lady's views, but she presents her feelings in an unguarded and well spoken manner that shows she has real class. Definitely one to watch.
jess - Two Slant Trees: can I be more scatterbrained? I just love this girl's writing. The twinkle in her eye just leaps from the page, even when she writes about serious stuff. What a diamond.
Bumbled Broadband “I was a desperate man,” says Charles Gonsoulin, 41. Barred from entering Canada due to a 1984 robbery conviction, Gonsoulin decided to sneak across the border by walking from Pembina, N.D., to Winnipeg, Man., Canada, to visit a Canadian woman he met in an Internet chat room. The February walk “was a lot worse than I thought,” Gonsoulin says; he lives in sunny Los Angeles. “When I found him, he was babbling and incoherent,” said Cpl. Don McKenna of the RCMP. “He didn’t know who he was or where he was.” In 100 hours of walking through heavy snow, Gonsoulin only traveled 7 km (4-1/3 miles). “I will never regret it. I’m in love,” he says, despite never getting to meet his girlfriend, being deported back to the U.S., and losing five toes and all of his fingers to frostbite. (Canadian Press, Winnipeg Sun) ...Well, so much for typing messages in chat rooms. Available in This is True: Book Collection Vol. 11
