Another Pic - From Inside the Vatican

Felt like posting another pic before I head to bed.
Pretty cool, huh?

Good Stuff

*sigh*

Nearly 4AM now...still working on the issues.

More stuff processing with work. Came across these as I am surfing between work-related stuff.

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Now on Vienna's 2nd album.

*sigh*

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"The purposes of a man's heart are deep waters, but a man (or wife) of understanding draws them out." Proverbs 20:5


A mother's nurture is fuel for the soul.


God is not as concerned with getting us out of problems as he is in getting us through problems.



Blessings!

From "B's" Blog

I took this from someone else's blog. I really liked it and wanted to share the goodness I felt when I came across it. Thanks, "B". Your blog is a good thing. I'll make you a deal. If you keep posting, I'll keep reading. :-)

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Below are from the book called, "Companion Through the Darkness."

Grief:
The act of accepting forced change; a constant state of my existence, in varying degrees from white hot to disgruntlement; a sign that I am truly alive.

Cognizance:
A momentary lapse into sanity, where I realized that my insanity is a sane reaction to an utterly insane event.

Inertia:
The place I find myself caught in; not the past, not the present, and not yet the future. Utter emptiness.

Hanging on:
Something I do, but I don't know why.

Mourning:
The total insanity that followed in the months after he died, from which I have emerged different, taller, stronger, more armored, more soft; the process of sorting the seeds into manageable, orderly piles.

Mystery:
The maze of thoughts I have about where you went.

Happiness:
A state of being that I don't believe will ever come to me again.

Rage:
The state I use to survive seemingly endless moments of intolerable pain.

Gratitude:
The feeling I have now for even the smallest progress, for my expectations are so low I am difficult to disappoint.

Envy:
When I forget that to trade places with another is simply to trade problems; the state I find myself in when I think that my pain, my tragedy is greater than anyone else's.

Child:
The life you left behind to keep me living.

Pity: The rasp that opens my shameful wound; the look on people's faces where they haven't a clue what to say to me, and when (I suspect) they want to believe that it will never happen to them.

Transitional Lover:
A person who took me across the gulf between your death and my life.

Epiphany:
The moment I realized he was never coming home again.

Magic:
Something that still exists if I listen and follow the signs. Something that breathes hope into me when I least expect it.