Hold on to what is good even if it is a handful of earth.
Hold on to what you believe even if it is a tree which stands by itself.
Hold on to what you must do even if it is a long way from here.
Hold on to life even when it is easier letting go.
Hold on to my hand even when I have gone away from you.
- Pueblo Blessing
Saturday, Jan. 29, 2005 - 4:56 a.m.
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Searching for Flutes on a Scheduled Day
Yo! yo! (hehe I'm not supposed to say that... a guy on the radio said he cannot think of ANYTHING more UNCANADIAN than "yo!". hehe)
Here are some more links! Yup, I'm working, good girl. Working on the Adult language Ed contract AND the South Korea contract...
While looking up "flute" which I must draw for both... being a good "F" word I guess... I found this delighful "this time of the year" page... you can also look around the site, it is quite nice. (well the two pages I looked at LOL!)
Here is also a wonderful gorgeous painting of our dear friend Ganesh, playing the flute.
And besides that, here is a wonderful excellent essay on the words "Real " and "True" as applied in bdsm, but also to authors and writers and other people who put things into word and on paper. I just wanted to shout "YES! YES!" when i read it... go ahead, you know you want to!
OK probably about a gazillion things I could write about. Mostly it is nice having nothing important to do but work and have my measly little normal habitual schedule.. up, wash, eat the oatmeal, read the emails, return the phonecalls, walk the doggy, have a coffee draw the comic, come home and work, walk the doggy, eat supper, work, write some emails, read some diaries, eat a grilled cheese, sleep.
Not very exciting, but what is it I read? A regular schedule helps against depression? Well, it is doing a good job, I certainly am not depressed! LOL!
hugs y'all,
me, wenchie
toot toot on ma little flute
(as if)
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