Monday, August 31, 2009

Look what I've done since you've been gone, Pa pa...

They used to be this...

And I made this...

I know how because of you, and I do it because of you. Thanks for teaching me that if the next guy (gal) can do it, so can I (and for less money). Mom, you taught me that, too! Thanks.
Dad, I know you'd be proud. I can see that smile you would have, and hear that laugh of praise.


Sunday, August 30, 2009

If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal.

If I speak with human eloquence and angelic ecstasy but don't love, I'm nothing but the creaking of a rusty gate.


Or as I like to put it, flowery words mean nothing without like character to back them up.

Wednesday, August 26, 2009

Sunday, August 23, 2009

Grief Within

"My grief lies all within, and these external manners of lament are merely shadows to the unseen grief that swells with silence in the tortured soul."
William Shakespeare