<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8295058383544725201</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:31:09.271-07:00</updated><category term='vedanta'/><category term='decisions'/><title type='text'>This day...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachyle.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295058383544725201/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachyle.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>rachelerin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01024197323621807629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8295058383544725201.post-2569447235496406383</id><published>2007-11-02T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T09:41:12.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Will Astrology - my horoscope for the week</title><content type='html'>A drunk dominatrix sidled up to me at a party and said, "Reverend, please absolve me of my sins." I'm not officially a priest, but in the spirit of fun and games I replied, "Why, my dear? Have you seen the error of your ways?" She spread her arms wide as she bowed, hissing like a serpent through a toothy smile. "Not at all, Reverend," she said. "I just want to clear the docket so I can go out and commit a slew of fresh, new sins with crazy abandon." I sprinkled a few drops of her Heineken on her head and channeled William Blake: "You'll never know what is enough unless you know what is more than enough. The road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom. If the fool would persist in her folly she would become wise." And now, Scorpio, I'm channeling the same blessing for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8295058383544725201-2569447235496406383?l=rachyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachyle.blogspot.com/feeds/2569447235496406383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8295058383544725201&amp;postID=2569447235496406383' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295058383544725201/posts/default/2569447235496406383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295058383544725201/posts/default/2569447235496406383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachyle.blogspot.com/2007/11/free-will-astrology-my-horoscope-for.html' title='Free Will Astrology - my horoscope for the week'/><author><name>rachelerin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01024197323621807629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8295058383544725201.post-4252339322721367336</id><published>2007-10-22T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T08:10:16.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>St. Mary Euphrasia</title><content type='html'>Greetings!  It has been 6 weeks since my last blog, so for those of you who actually missed hearing from me I apologize.  To my defense I have been quite busy with moving home and starting a new job.  I am now a youth counselor at Maryhurst (http://www.maryhurst.org/). Maryhurst is a treatment facility for kids in the foster care system who have been abused and neglected.  It is a place for “those in greatest need.” This may seem like a career change from my earlier church work (why did I get that M.Div), but I am actually learning more about who God is and who God calls us to be than I did at seminary. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I work in a dorm with 12 teenage girls.  Life in the dorm is essentially managed chaos.  Our goal is to provide structure, support and safety for these teenagers, so that they can learn how to express their emotions appropriately and make good choices.  Our girls are fun and hilarious.  They are also angry and wounded.  When a girl is being unsafe, we sometimes have to physically put our hands on them.  I have never had someone threaten to hit me before and actually mean it.  I have never been in a physical struggle with a person when we were both using every ounce of strength we had.  With all the training and all the support people can still get hurt.  Once the point of crisis has passed there is an unbelievable time of softness and connection.  The girl who was calling you every name in the book, bitting, hitting, or pulling your hair 2 hrs ago, now wants your care, support, and affection.  It is so amazingly counter intuitive, but it is what these kids need.  They need you to set limits.  They need you to hold them accountable.  They need you to forgive them.  They need you to comfort them.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend one of my girls fell and hurt her knee.  We called the go-to and they said she didn’t need to go the hospital.  She needed to stay off it and put ice on it, and we would get her in to see health services on Monday.  At the time it seemed like a logical decision.  As I reflected on the weekend however, I remembered a time when I got hurt.  I was 13 and broke my ankle jumping on a trampoline.  My Dad physically picked me up (an amazing show of strength on his part).  He immediately carried me to the car and took me to the hospital.  These kids deserve that overwhelming, ridiculously over the top show of love.  They need to know that they are safe and cared for.  We can’t always provide that immediate over the top show of protection and care, but we can ride out the storms with them.  We can stay present as they hate us and love us and need us all at once. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea where God is directing my life.  I really don’t know what it will look like in 5 or 10 years.  But I know I am in the right place for today.  I can’t see the whole picture but I know I am learning some very important lessons. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In honor of Maryhurst and the work that we do, here is a quotation from St. Mary Euphrasia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Whatever may be your trials, you must never be disheartened, but raise your thoughts and eyes to God, placing your confidence in God . . . . Be strong in soul and generous, setting aside love of self, and if the opportunity occurs, do not hesitate to perform even heroic acts of virtue.  If we only use the tips of our fingers or hardly wet ourselves with a sponge when we wash, can we expect to be really clean?  To learn to swim we must not enter the water little by little, but throw ourselves into it . . . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8295058383544725201-4252339322721367336?l=rachyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachyle.blogspot.com/feeds/4252339322721367336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8295058383544725201&amp;postID=4252339322721367336' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295058383544725201/posts/default/4252339322721367336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295058383544725201/posts/default/4252339322721367336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachyle.blogspot.com/2007/10/st-mary-euphrasia.html' title='St. Mary Euphrasia'/><author><name>rachelerin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01024197323621807629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8295058383544725201.post-2735777640734759373</id><published>2007-09-07T06:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T06:08:24.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My momma told me so</title><content type='html'>In honor of moving back in with my parents (I am that cool) I decided to list a few of their favorite sayings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Dad not only has a song about getting a job.  He also loves to remind us to "make your plan and work your plan."  Which is a pretty good recipe for getting stuff done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of my Mom's best advice is to dress up when you feel crappy because how you look effects how you feel about yourself.  So if you are having a low self esteem day or a big meeting or test wear your favorite outfit.  It really does make a difference. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They both also use to say "But the candle back!"  It is a reference to the movie Young Frankenstein.  It used in moments of chaos when the best course of action is to just stand still. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your favorite parental sayings?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8295058383544725201-2735777640734759373?l=rachyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachyle.blogspot.com/feeds/2735777640734759373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8295058383544725201&amp;postID=2735777640734759373' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295058383544725201/posts/default/2735777640734759373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295058383544725201/posts/default/2735777640734759373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachyle.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-momma-told-me-so.html' title='My momma told me so'/><author><name>rachelerin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01024197323621807629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8295058383544725201.post-5123820063011149605</id><published>2007-08-20T13:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T13:03:59.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amidst babel, I repeat, speak the truth.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Sylfaen;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In the face of death, live humanely.  In the middle of chaos, celebrate the Word.  Amidst babel … speak the truth.  Confront the noise and verbiage and falsehood of death with the truth and potency and efficacy of the Word of God.  Know the Word, teach the Word, nurture the Word, preach the Word, defend the Word, incarnate the Word, do the Word, live the Word.  And more than that, in the Word of God, expose death and all death’s works and wiles, rebuke lies, cast out demons, exorcise, cleanse the possessed, raise those who are dead in mind and conscience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILLIAM STRINGFELLOW, &lt;i style=""&gt;An Ethic for Christians and Other Aliens in a Strange Land&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8295058383544725201-5123820063011149605?l=rachyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachyle.blogspot.com/feeds/5123820063011149605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8295058383544725201&amp;postID=5123820063011149605' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295058383544725201/posts/default/5123820063011149605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295058383544725201/posts/default/5123820063011149605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachyle.blogspot.com/2007/08/amidst-babel-i-repeat-speak-truth.html' title='Amidst babel, I repeat, speak the truth.'/><author><name>rachelerin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01024197323621807629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8295058383544725201.post-1654798370535517364</id><published>2007-08-20T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T11:09:01.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>change</title><content type='html'>I said there was but one solitary thing about the past worth remembering and that was the fact that it is past - can't be restored.&lt;br /&gt;Mark Twain - Letter to Mr. Burrough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People pretend that the Bible means the same to them at 50 that it did        at all former milestones in their journey. I wonder how they can lie so.        It comes of practice, no doubt. They would not say that of Dickens' or Scott's        books. Nothing remains the same. When a man goes back to look at the house        of his childhood, it has always shrunk: there is no instance of such a house        being as big as the picture in memory and imagination call for. Shrunk how?        Why, to its correct dimensions: the house hasn't altered; this is the first        time it has been in focus.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;      Well, that's loss. To have house and Bible shrink so, under the disillusioning        corrected angle, is loss--for a moment. But there are compensations. You        tilt the tube skyward and bring planets and comets and corona flames a hundred        and fifty thousand miles high into the field. Which I see you have done,        and found Tolstoi. I haven't got him in focus yet, but I've got Browning...&lt;br /&gt;      - Letter to W. D. Howells, 8/22/1887&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change is the handmaiden Nature requires to do her miracles with.&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;i&gt;Roughing It&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8295058383544725201-1654798370535517364?l=rachyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachyle.blogspot.com/feeds/1654798370535517364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8295058383544725201&amp;postID=1654798370535517364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295058383544725201/posts/default/1654798370535517364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295058383544725201/posts/default/1654798370535517364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachyle.blogspot.com/2007/08/change.html' title='change'/><author><name>rachelerin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01024197323621807629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8295058383544725201.post-2541569725643015224</id><published>2007-08-16T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T09:33:11.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who am I?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;font-family:Garamond;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous?  Actually, who are you &lt;/em&gt;not&lt;em&gt; to be?  You are a child of God."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;-- Marianne Williamson, &lt;u&gt;A Return to Love&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8295058383544725201-2541569725643015224?l=rachyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachyle.blogspot.com/feeds/2541569725643015224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8295058383544725201&amp;postID=2541569725643015224' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295058383544725201/posts/default/2541569725643015224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295058383544725201/posts/default/2541569725643015224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachyle.blogspot.com/2007/08/who-am-i.html' title='Who am I?'/><author><name>rachelerin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01024197323621807629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8295058383544725201.post-7876902468656029967</id><published>2007-08-16T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T09:30:45.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Madeline Albright</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;When asked how she became the first female Secretary of state, Madeline Albright said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I learned how to interrupt men at an early age.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8295058383544725201-7876902468656029967?l=rachyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachyle.blogspot.com/feeds/7876902468656029967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8295058383544725201&amp;postID=7876902468656029967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295058383544725201/posts/default/7876902468656029967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295058383544725201/posts/default/7876902468656029967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachyle.blogspot.com/2007/08/madeline-albright.html' title='Madeline Albright'/><author><name>rachelerin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01024197323621807629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8295058383544725201.post-2145621307574243020</id><published>2007-08-15T06:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T06:22:57.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream for an Insomniac</title><content type='html'>Here are a few of my favorite lines from one of my favorite movies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anything less than mad, passionate, extraordinary love is a waste of your time.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Choices are like connecting highways. They all take you to the same place. Some just take longer to get there. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There are too many mediocre things in life to deal with and love shouldn't be one of them.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I never give up.  I either get what I want or I change my mind first.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you only dream when your asleep, then when your awake, there's still nothing there.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We cheer up occasionally, but we get over it.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite movie lines?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8295058383544725201-2145621307574243020?l=rachyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachyle.blogspot.com/feeds/2145621307574243020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8295058383544725201&amp;postID=2145621307574243020' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295058383544725201/posts/default/2145621307574243020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295058383544725201/posts/default/2145621307574243020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachyle.blogspot.com/2007/08/dream-for-insomniac.html' title='Dream for an Insomniac'/><author><name>rachelerin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01024197323621807629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8295058383544725201.post-4465689207236761323</id><published>2007-08-14T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T08:59:53.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok, Ok, so let me know when you are tired of Tom Robbins quotations</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am rereading Still Life With Woodpecker, a fabulous book that I recomend to all.  Here are a few of my favorite lines.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Humanity has advanced, when it has advanced, not because it has been sober, responsible and cautious, but because it has been playful, rebellious, and immature.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Equality is not in requarding different things similarly, equality is in regarding different things differently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Something has got to hold it together. I'm saying my prayers to  Elmer, the Greek god of glue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now tequila may be the favoured beverage of outlaws but that doesn't mean it gives them preferential treatment. In fact, tequila probably has betrayed as many outlaws as has the central nervous system and dissatisfied wives. Tequila, scorpion honey, harsh dew of the doglands, essence of Aztec, crema de cacti; tequila, oily and thermal like the sun in solution; tequila, liquid geometry of passion; Tequila, the buzzard god who copulates in midair with the ascending souls of dying virgins; tequila, firebug in the house of good taste; O tequila, savage water of sorcery, what confusion and mischief your sly, rebellious drops do generate!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is from his "Ode to Readheads" (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://www.angelfire.com/az/varuna/ode.html&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red O red were the tresses of the original femme fatale. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Of course, much of the "fatale" associated with redheads is illusory, a stereotypical projection on the part of sexually neurotic men. Plenty of redheads are as demure as rosebuds and as sweet as strawberry pie. However, the mere fact that they are perceived to be stormy, if not malicious, grants them a certain license and a certain power. It's as if bitchiness is their birthright. By virtue of their coloration, they possess an innate permit to be terrible and lascivious, which, even if never exercised, sets them apart from the remainder of womankind, who have traditionally been expected to be mild and pure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;From "Genius Waitress" (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://www.itineratesurfer.com/2006/04/19/tom-robbins-genius-waitress/&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Of the genius waitress, I now sing.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Of hidden knowledge, buried ambition, and secret&lt;br /&gt;sonnets scribbled on cocktail napkins; of aching&lt;br /&gt;arches, ranting cooks, condescending patrons, and eyes&lt;br /&gt;diverted from ancient Greece to ancient grease; of&lt;br /&gt;burns and pinches and savvy and spunk; of a uniquely&lt;br /&gt;American woman living a uniquely American compromise,&lt;br /&gt;I sing. I sing of the genius waitress.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8295058383544725201-4465689207236761323?l=rachyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachyle.blogspot.com/feeds/4465689207236761323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8295058383544725201&amp;postID=4465689207236761323' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295058383544725201/posts/default/4465689207236761323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295058383544725201/posts/default/4465689207236761323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachyle.blogspot.com/2007/08/ok-ok-so-let-me-know-when-you-are-tired.html' title='Ok, Ok, so let me know when you are tired of Tom Robbins quotations'/><author><name>rachelerin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01024197323621807629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8295058383544725201.post-2081101773697666952</id><published>2007-08-09T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T06:34:59.604-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pearls Before Swine</title><content type='html'>I have been doing a little background reading on my favorite comic strip, Pearls Before Swine.  The name of the strip comes from Matthew 7:6:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do not give dogs what is sacred; do not throw your pearls to pigs. If you do, they may trample them under their feet, and then turn and tear you to pieces.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The comic strip is explained as a "tale of two friends: a megalomaniacal Rat who thinks he knows it all and a slow-witted Pig who doesn't know any better. Together, this pair offers caustic commentary on humanity's quest for the unattainable. ... In this case, Rat believes that he is an endless source of wisdom, and that it is wasted upon Pig, who is rather slow. In truth, neither of them is very smart, but while Pig is content with his humble status in life, Rat is always on a futile search for fame, riches and immortality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check it out at &lt;a href="http://www.comics.com/comics/pearls/archive/pearls-20070715.html"&gt;http://www.comics.com/comics/pearls/archive/pearls-20070715.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question of the week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is your favorite comic strip/cartoon and why?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8295058383544725201-2081101773697666952?l=rachyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachyle.blogspot.com/feeds/2081101773697666952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8295058383544725201&amp;postID=2081101773697666952' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295058383544725201/posts/default/2081101773697666952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295058383544725201/posts/default/2081101773697666952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachyle.blogspot.com/2007/08/pearls-before-swine.html' title='Pearls Before Swine'/><author><name>rachelerin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01024197323621807629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8295058383544725201.post-8362331952237144340</id><published>2007-08-09T06:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T06:19:11.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'>more fortunes (in case you don't read the comments page)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Never make the mistake of thinking you know everything about anything&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are a dreamer and your thinking is inspirational&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You will receive praise for a job well done&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rarely have beauty and virtue existed together as strongly as they do in you (this one is totally appropriate for you Bethany!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8295058383544725201-8362331952237144340?l=rachyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachyle.blogspot.com/feeds/8362331952237144340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8295058383544725201&amp;postID=8362331952237144340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295058383544725201/posts/default/8362331952237144340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295058383544725201/posts/default/8362331952237144340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachyle.blogspot.com/2007/08/more-fortunes-in-case-you-dont-read.html' title='more fortunes (in case you don&apos;t read the comments page)'/><author><name>rachelerin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01024197323621807629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8295058383544725201.post-412976909087657968</id><published>2007-08-06T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T11:34:52.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fortune cookie</title><content type='html'>My fortune cookie from Saturday night said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Failure is the mother of success.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF, what kind of fortune cookie is that?  I don't think fortune cookie's should talk about failure.  Once I go over my shock I decided it was a good thought.  We don't always get it right, and that is ok.  We are not made to be perfect, but to learn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8295058383544725201-412976909087657968?l=rachyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachyle.blogspot.com/feeds/412976909087657968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8295058383544725201&amp;postID=412976909087657968' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295058383544725201/posts/default/412976909087657968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295058383544725201/posts/default/412976909087657968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachyle.blogspot.com/2007/08/fortune-cookie.html' title='Fortune cookie'/><author><name>rachelerin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01024197323621807629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8295058383544725201.post-774940057985991675</id><published>2007-07-30T11:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T11:26:28.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hello out there</title><content type='html'>So I found out this weekend that there are people who read my blog, but don't comment on it.  I really thought Bethany, Luke and Alexis were the only people reading my random quotations.  It is nice to know people are listening.  To all of you silent readers out there - Hello!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8295058383544725201-774940057985991675?l=rachyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachyle.blogspot.com/feeds/774940057985991675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8295058383544725201&amp;postID=774940057985991675' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295058383544725201/posts/default/774940057985991675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295058383544725201/posts/default/774940057985991675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachyle.blogspot.com/2007/07/hello-out-there.html' title='hello out there'/><author><name>rachelerin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01024197323621807629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8295058383544725201.post-181636450412966547</id><published>2007-07-27T04:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T04:28:17.778-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Joe</title><content type='html'>A friend of mine from Christmas School is coming to visit this weekend (http://www.berea.edu/peh/dance/ccds/).  I am super excited.  In honor of Joe's visit here are a few of his favorite quotations from his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;myspace&lt;/span&gt; page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The bread which you do not use is the bread of the hungry; the garment hanging in your wardrobe is the garment of him who is naked; the shoes that you do not wear are the shoes of the one who is barefoot; the money that you keep locked away is the money of the poor; the acts of charity that you do not perform are so many injustices that you commit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Saint Basil &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Preach the gospel always and when necessary, use words. - St. Francis of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Asissi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who loves not women, wine and song remains a fool his whole life long - Martin Luther&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8295058383544725201-181636450412966547?l=rachyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachyle.blogspot.com/feeds/181636450412966547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8295058383544725201&amp;postID=181636450412966547' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295058383544725201/posts/default/181636450412966547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295058383544725201/posts/default/181636450412966547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachyle.blogspot.com/2007/07/joe.html' title='Joe'/><author><name>rachelerin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01024197323621807629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8295058383544725201.post-4574017743078037264</id><published>2007-07-20T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T10:00:14.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cheers</title><content type='html'>One of my friends got married last weekend.  At her shower we took some time to toast the couple.  Toasting is one of my all time favorite things (if you are getting married please don't ask me to be a bridesmaid, but I am always happy to make a toast). &lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I used this quotation from my favorite author Tom Robbins from his book &lt;i style=""&gt;Still Life With Woodpecker&lt;/i&gt;. Then I added something about breaking all the rules other people have made for you to choose the life you want. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;“Love is the ultimate outlaw. It just won't adhere to any rules. The most any of us can do is to sign on as its accomplice. Instead of vowing to honor and obey, maybe we should swear to aid and abet.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So here is an official call for toasts!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What are your favorite toasts?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8295058383544725201-4574017743078037264?l=rachyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachyle.blogspot.com/feeds/4574017743078037264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8295058383544725201&amp;postID=4574017743078037264' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295058383544725201/posts/default/4574017743078037264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295058383544725201/posts/default/4574017743078037264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachyle.blogspot.com/2007/07/cheers.html' title='cheers'/><author><name>rachelerin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01024197323621807629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8295058383544725201.post-665182133665205935</id><published>2007-07-11T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T11:06:01.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In honor of Doug Marlette</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="description"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 425px; height: 160px;" src="http://www.tmsfeatures.com/tmsfeatures/servlet/com.featureserv.util.Download?file=20070618cskdz-a-p.jpg&amp;amp;code=cskdz" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8295058383544725201-665182133665205935?l=rachyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachyle.blogspot.com/feeds/665182133665205935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8295058383544725201&amp;postID=665182133665205935' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295058383544725201/posts/default/665182133665205935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295058383544725201/posts/default/665182133665205935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachyle.blogspot.com/2007/07/in-honor-of-doug-marlette.html' title='In honor of Doug Marlette'/><author><name>rachelerin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01024197323621807629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8295058383544725201.post-7922762635901791270</id><published>2007-07-09T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T12:33:29.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The lectionary can be a crazy thing</title><content type='html'>This Sunday's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lectionary&lt;/span&gt; text left me with a lot to think about.  I attended St. John's Lutheran Church in Atlanta.  It is a wonderful congregation just up the street from me.  Last Monday, their pastor Brad &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Schmeling&lt;/span&gt;, was officially removed from the rolls of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ELCA&lt;/span&gt; as a pastor because of his relationship with his partner Darin (a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;UCC&lt;/span&gt; minister).  This was the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lectionary&lt;/span&gt; text for last Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#f8f4e8;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Geneva, Helvetica;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Luke 10&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://bible1.crosswalk.com/OnlineStudyBible/bible.cgi?passage=lu+10&amp;version=nrs&amp;amp;showtools=1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Geneva, Helvetica;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Geneva, Helvetica;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;1&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; After this the Lord appointed seventy others and sent them on ahead of him in pairs to every town and place where he himself intended to go.  &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;2&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; He said to them, "The harvest is plentiful, but the laborers are few; therefore ask the Lord of the harvest to send out laborers into his harvest. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;3&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Go on your way. See, I am sending you out like lambs into the midst of wolves.  &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;4&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Carry no purse, no bag, no sandals; and greet no one on the road.  &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;5&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Whatever house you enter, first say, "Peace to this house!'  &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;6&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; And if anyone is there who shares in peace, your peace will rest on that person; but if not, it will return to you.  &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;7&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Remain in the same house, eating and drinking whatever they provide, for the laborer deserves to be paid. Do not move about from house to house. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;8&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Whenever you enter a town and its people welcome you, eat what is set before you;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;9&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; cure the sick who are there, and say to them, "The kingdom of God has come near to you.'  &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;10&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; But whenever you enter a town and they do not welcome you, go out into its streets and say,  &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;11&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; "Even the dust of your town that clings to our feet, we wipe off in protest against you. Yet know this: the kingdom of God has come near.' &lt;a href="http://bible1.crosswalk.com/OnlineStudyBible/bible.cgi#F101"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;16&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; "Whoever listens to you listens to me, and whoever rejects you rejects me, and whoever rejects me rejects the one who sent me." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Geneva, Helvetica;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;17&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; The seventy returned with joy, saying, "Lord, in your name even the demons submit to us!"  &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;18&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; He said to them, "I watched Satan fall from heaven like a flash of lightning.  &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;19&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; See, I have given you authority to tread on snakes and scorpions, and over all the power of the enemy; and nothing will hurt you. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;20&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Nevertheless, do not rejoice at this, that the spirits submit to you, but rejoice that your names are written in heaven."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8295058383544725201-7922762635901791270?l=rachyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachyle.blogspot.com/feeds/7922762635901791270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8295058383544725201&amp;postID=7922762635901791270' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295058383544725201/posts/default/7922762635901791270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295058383544725201/posts/default/7922762635901791270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachyle.blogspot.com/2007/07/lectionary-can-be-crazy-thing.html' title='The lectionary can be a crazy thing'/><author><name>rachelerin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01024197323621807629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8295058383544725201.post-8329283786877717658</id><published>2007-07-05T11:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T11:42:05.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lesson of the Smurfs</title><content type='html'>www.cracked.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Communism works! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For naysayers who point to the Former Soviet Union as proof that communism is inherently flawed, may we merely direct your attention to Smurf Village, where everyone shares everything, wears similar utilitarian clothing, battles &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Gargamel&lt;/span&gt; and his turn-Smurfs-to-gold get rich quick schemes and obeys the dictates of a bearded, red hat-wearing, benevolent authority figure. Quoth Comrade Papa: “From each according to his abilities, to each according to his needs.” Really, he actually said that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am pretty sure I have heard that line about abilities and needs before.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;....I wonder where&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8295058383544725201-8329283786877717658?l=rachyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachyle.blogspot.com/feeds/8329283786877717658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8295058383544725201&amp;postID=8329283786877717658' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295058383544725201/posts/default/8329283786877717658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295058383544725201/posts/default/8329283786877717658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachyle.blogspot.com/2007/07/lesson-of-smurfs.html' title='The Lesson of the Smurfs'/><author><name>rachelerin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01024197323621807629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8295058383544725201.post-7993232869971522198</id><published>2007-07-01T05:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T05:55:19.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wabi Sabi</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;I have just spent the last few days at the US Social Forum here in Atlanta.  It has been a wonderful week of edgy, grass roots, progressive folks descending on Atlanta.  I was pushed and pulled in different directions and am leaving the week with much to research and ponder.  One of the most interesting things I learned was during a workshop about Household Economic Justice.  The presenter talked about this principle in Japanese &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;architecture&lt;/span&gt; called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Wabi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Sabi&lt;/span&gt;.  He described it as having three principles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-everything changes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-nothing is perfect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-nothing is finished&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He used this to give people a way to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;examine&lt;/span&gt; their lives and working toward something good without beating themselves up.  I looked it up on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; today and here are a few more interesting thoughts on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Wabi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Sabi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h3 style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: normal;" id="siteSub"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;From &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: normal;" id="siteSub"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Wabi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Sabi&lt;/span&gt; is a comprehensive Japanese world view or aesthetic centred on the acceptance of transience. The aesthetic is sometimes described as one of beauty that is "imperfect, impermanent, and incomplete"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;nobleharbor&lt;/span&gt;.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;Pared down to its barest essence, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;wabi&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;sabi&lt;/span&gt; is the   Japanese art of finding beauty in imperfection and profundity in nature, of   accepting the natural cycle of growth, decay, and death. It's simple, slow, and   uncluttered-and it reveres authenticity above all. It   celebrates cracks and crevices and all the other marks that time, weather, and   loving use leave behind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8295058383544725201-7993232869971522198?l=rachyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachyle.blogspot.com/feeds/7993232869971522198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8295058383544725201&amp;postID=7993232869971522198' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295058383544725201/posts/default/7993232869971522198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295058383544725201/posts/default/7993232869971522198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachyle.blogspot.com/2007/07/wabi-sabi.html' title='Wabi Sabi'/><author><name>rachelerin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01024197323621807629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8295058383544725201.post-6751905827485794213</id><published>2007-06-26T08:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T08:46:22.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What I learned at the library</title><content type='html'>While I was at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;CTS&lt;/span&gt; I was a work study student for three years at the John &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Bulow&lt;/span&gt; Campbell Library.  I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;loved&lt;/span&gt; working at the library for many reasons.  The folks who work their are all wonderfully &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;intelligent&lt;/span&gt; and unique.  I got to interact with students (hello I am an extrovert).  I got to read the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt; papers while I put them on the racks.  It is a laid back friendly place, while also being well organized and efficient.  One of my greatest life/pastoral lessons came from one of the librarians who explained...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"The first question someone asks you is rarely ever the question they actually need the answer to." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8295058383544725201-6751905827485794213?l=rachyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachyle.blogspot.com/feeds/6751905827485794213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8295058383544725201&amp;postID=6751905827485794213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295058383544725201/posts/default/6751905827485794213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295058383544725201/posts/default/6751905827485794213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachyle.blogspot.com/2007/06/what-i-learned-at-library.html' title='What I learned at the library'/><author><name>rachelerin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01024197323621807629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8295058383544725201.post-8552574525871758966</id><published>2007-06-26T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T08:39:22.464-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stranger than Fiction</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I am not generally a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Will Ferrell fan (his brand of slap stick is generally not to my taste)  but my parents convinced me that this was a movie I needed to see.  They were right.  It is a wonderful movie about getting lost in and saved by the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mundane&lt;/span&gt; details in life.  I suggest &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; watch it.  My favorite scene in the movie isn't something you can capture in a quotation.  It is when the main character Harold Crick (Will Ferrell) snaps.  This measured mild man begins smashing up all the things in his apartment.  It is &lt;/span&gt; beautiful and funny and sad and true &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(if you get this reference you get two gold stars)&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is another great exchange in the movie I decided to share with you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harold Crick is explaining to Dr. Jules Hilbert (Dustin Hoffman) a literature professor what the narrator had said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Harold Crick: "Little did he know that this simple seemingly innocuous act would result in his imminent death."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dr. Jules Hilbert: Little did he know. That means there's something he doesn't know, which means there's something you don't know, did you know that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8295058383544725201-8552574525871758966?l=rachyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachyle.blogspot.com/feeds/8552574525871758966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8295058383544725201&amp;postID=8552574525871758966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295058383544725201/posts/default/8552574525871758966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295058383544725201/posts/default/8552574525871758966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachyle.blogspot.com/2007/06/stranger-than-fiction.html' title='Stranger than Fiction'/><author><name>rachelerin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01024197323621807629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8295058383544725201.post-3794062773627536370</id><published>2007-06-15T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T09:57:29.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zen Shorts by Jon J Muth</title><content type='html'>There was once an old farmer who had worked his crops for many years.  One day, his horse ran away.  Upon hearing the news, his neighbors came to visit. &lt;br /&gt;    "Such bad luck," they said sympathetically. &lt;br /&gt;    "Maybe," the farmer replied.&lt;br /&gt;    The next morning the horse returned, bringing with it two other wild horses.&lt;br /&gt;    ""Such good luck!" the neighbors exclaimed.&lt;br /&gt;    "Maybe," replied the farmer.&lt;br /&gt;    The following day, his son tried to ride one of the wild horses, was thrown off, and broke his leg.&lt;br /&gt;    Again, the neighbors came to offer their sympathy on his misfortune.&lt;br /&gt;    "Such bad &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;luck&lt;/span&gt;," they said.&lt;br /&gt;    "Maybe," answered the farmer.&lt;br /&gt;    The day after that, military officials came to the village to draft young men into the army to fight in a war.  Seeing that the son's leg was broken, they passed him by.&lt;br /&gt;    "Such good luck!" cried the neighbors.&lt;br /&gt;    "Maybe," said farmer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8295058383544725201-3794062773627536370?l=rachyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachyle.blogspot.com/feeds/3794062773627536370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8295058383544725201&amp;postID=3794062773627536370' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295058383544725201/posts/default/3794062773627536370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295058383544725201/posts/default/3794062773627536370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachyle.blogspot.com/2007/06/zen-shorts-by-jon-j-muth.html' title='Zen Shorts by Jon J Muth'/><author><name>rachelerin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01024197323621807629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8295058383544725201.post-997025236907287536</id><published>2007-06-11T16:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T16:17:35.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big bro says...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The heart of a human being is no different from the soul of heaven and earth.  In your practice always keep in your thoughts the interaction of heaven and earth, water and fire, yin and yang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morihei Ueshiba&lt;br /&gt;The Art of Peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; It is bad to carry even a good thing too far.  Even concerning things such as Buddhism, Buddhist sermons and moral lessons, talking too much will bring harm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Feeling deeply the difference between oneself and others, bearing ill will and falling out with people - these things come from a heart that lacks compassion.  If one wraps up everything with a heart of compassion, there will be no coming into conflict with people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yamamoto Tsunemoto&lt;br /&gt;Hagakure:  The Book of the Samurai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Anytime you feel tension and friciton building up between yourself and others, if you change your mind that very moment, you can prevail by the advantage of radical difference.  This is 'becoming new'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miyamoto Musashi&lt;br /&gt;The Book of Five Rings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; The Way is the way of Heaven and Earth; Man's place is to follow it; therefore make it the object of thy life to reverence Heaven.  Heaven loves me and others with equal love; therefore with the love wherewith though lovest thyself, love others.  Make not Man they partner but heaven, and making Heaven thy partner do the best.  Never condemn others; but see to it that though comest not short of thing own mark.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inazo Nitobe quoting Saigo&lt;br /&gt;Bushido: The Code of the Samurai&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8295058383544725201-997025236907287536?l=rachyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachyle.blogspot.com/feeds/997025236907287536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8295058383544725201&amp;postID=997025236907287536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295058383544725201/posts/default/997025236907287536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295058383544725201/posts/default/997025236907287536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachyle.blogspot.com/2007/06/big-bro-says.html' title='Big bro says...'/><author><name>rachelerin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01024197323621807629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8295058383544725201.post-8464916377415943175</id><published>2007-06-11T12:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T12:26:21.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'>R&amp;R</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond; color: black;"&gt;I discovered this weekend that many of the people in my world are stretched very thin (and I could pretend that I am not one of them, but we all know that wouldn’t be true).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So here are some quotations in honor of rest.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Send me your R &amp; R quotations and I will add them to the blog.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond; color: black;"&gt;A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond; color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Oscar Wilde&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond; color: black;"&gt;What is without periods of rest will not endure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond; color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ovid&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond; color: black;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass on a summer day listening to the murmur of water, or watching the clouds float across the sky, is hardly a waste of time.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Sir John Lubbock&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond; color: black;"&gt;Be still, and know that I am God &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;-Psalm 46:10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;don't just do something sit there&lt;/b&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8295058383544725201-8464916377415943175?l=rachyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachyle.blogspot.com/feeds/8464916377415943175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8295058383544725201&amp;postID=8464916377415943175' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295058383544725201/posts/default/8464916377415943175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295058383544725201/posts/default/8464916377415943175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachyle.blogspot.com/2007/06/r.html' title='R&amp;R'/><author><name>rachelerin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01024197323621807629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8295058383544725201.post-1274811988027959558</id><published>2007-06-11T12:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T12:15:17.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>and from Kelly</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;When you have to make a choice and don't make it, that is in itself a choice.&lt;/i&gt;  ~William James&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8295058383544725201-1274811988027959558?l=rachyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachyle.blogspot.com/feeds/1274811988027959558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8295058383544725201&amp;postID=1274811988027959558' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295058383544725201/posts/default/1274811988027959558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295058383544725201/posts/default/1274811988027959558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachyle.blogspot.com/2007/06/and-from-kelly.html' title='and from Kelly'/><author><name>rachelerin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01024197323621807629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8295058383544725201.post-7801207148313050770</id><published>2007-06-07T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T12:25:05.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dolly Parton</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="bodybold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="sqq"&gt;Inspired by Alexis here are a few of my favorite Dolly quotes.  I adore Dolly for many reasons, she is empowered and down to earth at the same time.  She has used her fame to bring industry back to the poor town she grew up in.  I am especially proud that she is from East Tennessee.  When I was in Kenya a few years ago I was going to have tea with a family from the church.  When I walked in the door I heard Dolly playing.  I was so shocked to hear her in this traditional rural Kenyan home.  I got really excited.  "Dolly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Parton&lt;/span&gt;!  She grew up in the same part of the country I did!"  I don't think they quite understood why I was so excited.  It was so wonderful to hear something familiar in a place so far from home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies and Gentlemen Dolly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Parton&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="sqq"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find out who you are and do it on purpose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="body"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not offended by all the dumb &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;blond&lt;/span&gt;e jokes because I know I'm not dumb... and I also know that I'm not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;blonde&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="bodybold"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/quotes/d/dollyparto106181.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="body"&gt;It's a good thing I was born a girl, otherwise I'd be a drag queen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="bodybold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="bodybold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8295058383544725201-7801207148313050770?l=rachyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachyle.blogspot.com/feeds/7801207148313050770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8295058383544725201&amp;postID=7801207148313050770' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295058383544725201/posts/default/7801207148313050770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295058383544725201/posts/default/7801207148313050770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachyle.blogspot.com/2007/06/dolly-parton.html' title='Dolly Parton'/><author><name>rachelerin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01024197323621807629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8295058383544725201.post-2744493230231305151</id><published>2007-06-07T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T11:50:28.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My wise friends have offered...</title><content type='html'>&lt;dl id="comments-block"&gt;&lt;dt id="c4566293409307004845"&gt;Luke offered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt id="c4566293409307004845"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt id="c4566293409307004845"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Listen to your stomach, not your head. Your head will rationalize you right into a job that you shouldn't have." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt style="text-align: right;" id="c4566293409307004845"&gt;-Ray Bradbury&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd style="text-align: right;"&gt;(Jay?)&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dt id="c4566293409307004845"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt id="c4566293409307004845"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stop &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;thinkin&lt;/span&gt;', stop &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;figurin&lt;/span&gt;',stop analyzing... just STOP.  And let God have the floor."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt style="text-align: right;" id="c4566293409307004845"&gt;-Maya Angelou  &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;span class="item-control"&gt;&lt;a style="border: medium none ;" href="https://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=8295058383544725201&amp;postID=108983739100454173" onclick="" title="Delete Comment"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dt id="c4740598790153745899"&gt;From Alexis&lt;br /&gt;                   &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  Don't find fault, find a remedy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henry Ford&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The way I see it, if you want the rainbow, you gotta put up with the rain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dolly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Parton&lt;/span&gt; (I love Dolly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Choose a job you love and you will never have to work a day in your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confucius&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8295058383544725201-2744493230231305151?l=rachyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachyle.blogspot.com/feeds/2744493230231305151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8295058383544725201&amp;postID=2744493230231305151' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295058383544725201/posts/default/2744493230231305151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295058383544725201/posts/default/2744493230231305151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachyle.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-wise-friends-have-offered.html' title='My wise friends have offered...'/><author><name>rachelerin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01024197323621807629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8295058383544725201.post-7639179164713691201</id><published>2007-06-06T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T11:43:52.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Decisions</title><content type='html'>&lt;h1 style="margin: 0pt; font-size: 12px; font-weight: normal; font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Half the worry in the world is caused by people trying to make decisions before they have sufficient knowledge on which to base a decision.” &lt;/span&gt;-Dean &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hawkes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, this is my official call for quotations. Please send me your favorite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nuggets&lt;/span&gt; of wisdom about decision making and I will post them on my blog.  And hopefully they will help me make since of my life too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8295058383544725201-7639179164713691201?l=rachyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachyle.blogspot.com/feeds/7639179164713691201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8295058383544725201&amp;postID=7639179164713691201' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295058383544725201/posts/default/7639179164713691201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295058383544725201/posts/default/7639179164713691201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachyle.blogspot.com/2007/06/decisions.html' title='Decisions'/><author><name>rachelerin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01024197323621807629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8295058383544725201.post-1283316560223495509</id><published>2007-06-05T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T08:23:17.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moonstruck</title><content type='html'>Today's quotation is in honor of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt; of my Dad's favorite movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moonstruck - Ronny Cammareri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Loretta, I love you. Not like they told you love is, and I didn't know this either, but love don't make things nice - it ruins everything. It breaks your heart. It makes things a mess. We aren't here to make things perfect. The snowflakes are perfect. The stars are perfect. Not us. Not us! We are here to ruin ourselves and to break our hearts and love the wrong people and die. The storybooks are bullshit."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8295058383544725201-1283316560223495509?l=rachyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachyle.blogspot.com/feeds/1283316560223495509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8295058383544725201&amp;postID=1283316560223495509' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295058383544725201/posts/default/1283316560223495509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295058383544725201/posts/default/1283316560223495509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachyle.blogspot.com/2007/06/moonstruck.html' title='Moonstruck'/><author><name>rachelerin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01024197323621807629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8295058383544725201.post-3535865376437266410</id><published>2007-06-04T14:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T14:36:57.799-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decisions'/><title type='text'>Sage advice from my big sis'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Today's&lt;/span&gt; words of wisdom (apparently I need lots of words of wisdom in my life these days) comes from my adopted big sister Leigh.  Over the past four years Leigh has help me survive Greek and Hebrew, major life transitions, and heart break.   This year as I have been trying to figure out what to do and where to go she keeps reminding me that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"All you can do is make the best decision you can with the information you have at the time."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks Leigh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8295058383544725201-3535865376437266410?l=rachyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachyle.blogspot.com/feeds/3535865376437266410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8295058383544725201&amp;postID=3535865376437266410' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295058383544725201/posts/default/3535865376437266410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295058383544725201/posts/default/3535865376437266410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachyle.blogspot.com/2007/06/sage-advice-from-my-big-sis.html' title='Sage advice from my big sis&apos;'/><author><name>rachelerin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01024197323621807629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8295058383544725201.post-2696219175883287912</id><published>2007-06-01T07:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T07:55:05.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Momma says...</title><content type='html'>Last night my Mom recounted to me the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;speech&lt;/span&gt; she gave to her 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; graders on their last day of class.  Apparently she also gave this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;speech&lt;/span&gt; to our class, but I wasn't wise enough at 12 to remember it forever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom if I don't get it right, feel free to correct. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"It matters.  What you do and say in this world matters.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Every time&lt;/span&gt; you enter or leave a room that room is changed forever.  All the things we do great and small have an impact on the world in which we live."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Dad also has some wonderful lines.  I could do a whole series on wisdom from the family.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8295058383544725201-2696219175883287912?l=rachyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachyle.blogspot.com/feeds/2696219175883287912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8295058383544725201&amp;postID=2696219175883287912' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295058383544725201/posts/default/2696219175883287912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295058383544725201/posts/default/2696219175883287912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachyle.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-momma-says.html' title='My Momma says...'/><author><name>rachelerin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01024197323621807629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8295058383544725201.post-1605127197007804786</id><published>2007-05-31T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T08:14:43.692-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vedanta'/><title type='text'>Swami</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I had tea with Swami &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Yogeshananda&lt;/span&gt;.  I have met Swami a couple of times at different interfaith meetings here in Atlanta.  He is a very interesting guy.  He was raised Presbyterian, worked for the American Friends Service Committee during World War II and then became a Hindu.  He told me about the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Vedanta&lt;/span&gt; Center where he lives and works, giving me a couple of books to read about Hinduism.  He asked me what I wanted to do in life.  I started to answer and then just explained that I use to know what I wanted to do, but now I am just honestly not very sure.  He said that not knowing what you want to do is a very good thing, because it makes you dig deep within yourself to get to know yourself better.  It was such a relief to admit that I don't really know where I am headed from here.  And it was wonderful to get assurance from him that taking the time to get to know myself was exactly what I need to be doing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's quotations are in honor of Swami&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Chhandogya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Upanishad&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(pronouns modified)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Self is below, Self is above, the Self is behind, in front, to the right and to the left.  The Self has become all this.  She who understands this and thinks this way has her pleasure in the Self, her delight in the Self,  her bliss in the Self, She is independent and has freedom of movement in all the worlds.  But those who think otherwise are ruled by other and have no freedom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8295058383544725201-1605127197007804786?l=rachyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachyle.blogspot.com/feeds/1605127197007804786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8295058383544725201&amp;postID=1605127197007804786' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295058383544725201/posts/default/1605127197007804786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295058383544725201/posts/default/1605127197007804786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachyle.blogspot.com/2007/05/swami.html' title='Swami'/><author><name>rachelerin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01024197323621807629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8295058383544725201.post-3316377215631894118</id><published>2007-05-30T04:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T04:31:51.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>give courage</title><content type='html'>First of all I want to give due props to Sara, Dorothy, and Amanda.  They had a fabulous quotation board that we took over after they graduated (thanks Luke).  I hope they will play along with this new electronic form. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Garrison Keilor said,&lt;br /&gt;"The meaning of poetry is to give courage." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I need a little umph in my day here is my current favorite poem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Ritual To Read to Each Other&lt;br /&gt; —William Stafford&lt;br /&gt;If you don't know the kind of person I am&lt;br /&gt;and I don't know the kind of person you are&lt;br /&gt;a pattern that others made may prevail in the world&lt;br /&gt;and following the wrong god home we may miss our star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For there is many a small betrayal in the mind,&lt;br /&gt;a shrug that lets the fragile sequence break&lt;br /&gt;sending with shouts the horrible errors of childhood&lt;br /&gt;storming out to play through the broken dyke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as elephants parade holding each elephant's tail,&lt;br /&gt;but if one wanders the circus won't find the park,&lt;br /&gt;I call it cruel and maybe the root of all cruelty&lt;br /&gt;to know what occurs but not recognize the fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I appeal to a voice, to something shadowy,&lt;br /&gt;a remote important region in all who talk:&lt;br /&gt;though we could fool each other, we should consider&lt;br /&gt;—lest the parade of our mutual life get lost in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For it is important that awake people be awake,&lt;br /&gt;or a breaking line may discourage them back to sleep;&lt;br /&gt;the signals we give—yes or no, or maybe—&lt;br /&gt;should be clear: the darkness around us is deep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8295058383544725201-3316377215631894118?l=rachyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachyle.blogspot.com/feeds/3316377215631894118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8295058383544725201&amp;postID=3316377215631894118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295058383544725201/posts/default/3316377215631894118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295058383544725201/posts/default/3316377215631894118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachyle.blogspot.com/2007/05/give-courage.html' title='give courage'/><author><name>rachelerin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01024197323621807629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8295058383544725201.post-5326750052140340928</id><published>2007-05-29T07:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T07:16:26.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'>State and Main</title><content type='html'>"Everybody makes their own fun. If you don't make it yourself, it isn't fun. It's entertainment."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8295058383544725201-5326750052140340928?l=rachyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachyle.blogspot.com/feeds/5326750052140340928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8295058383544725201&amp;postID=5326750052140340928' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295058383544725201/posts/default/5326750052140340928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295058383544725201/posts/default/5326750052140340928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachyle.blogspot.com/2007/05/state-and-main.html' title='State and Main'/><author><name>rachelerin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01024197323621807629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8295058383544725201.post-5763384393882318449</id><published>2007-05-29T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T07:14:20.202-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Nothing is worth more than this day" - Goethe</title><content type='html'>When I was an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;earnest&lt;/span&gt; college student we use to keep a quotation board (yes - quotation and not quote just ask Dr. Skinner at Presbyterian College).  This plain piece of poster board was a place for us to remember interesting things that we read, or keep up with great lines that came out of our friends mouths.  Recently I have been working on slowing down and paying more attention to what is around me.  I have decided to reawaken the quotation board in blog format and I invite you all to play along.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8295058383544725201-5763384393882318449?l=rachyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachyle.blogspot.com/feeds/5763384393882318449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8295058383544725201&amp;postID=5763384393882318449' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295058383544725201/posts/default/5763384393882318449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295058383544725201/posts/default/5763384393882318449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachyle.blogspot.com/2007/05/nothing-is-worth-more-than-this-day.html' title='&quot;Nothing is worth more than this day&quot; - Goethe'/><author><name>rachelerin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01024197323621807629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
