Today the choir will sing but the most beautiful choir of all is the choir of the infants who will make a noise. Some will cry because they are not comfortable or because they are hungry… If they are hungry, mothers, feed them, without thinking twice. Because they are the most important people here.

thegeekyblonde:

heros-of-the-bluebox:

thegeekyblonde:

i’m going to be the most put together girlfriend ever i’m going to talk to my boy like don’t forget to pick up milk did you take your vitamins we have a stretching class at five have you killed king duncan yet

What did you just say?

shut up banquo 

dweemeister:

Peanuts by Charles M. Schulz (September 10, 1951)

dweemeister:

Peanuts by Charles M. Schulz (September 10, 1951)

starrydiadems:

Ode to Autumn by John Keats (19th September 1819), illustrated by Robert Anning Bell.

starrydiadems:

Ode to Autumn by John Keats (19th September 1819), illustrated by Robert Anning Bell.

August, why so haughty
Pretending not to know me?
Remember me, your friend who tends 
The bumblebee?

August, once my haunt and now
Pretending to be Autumn, how
Could you forget your friend who shakes 
The willow bough?
Oh, lusty, blustery August, rusting under my eyes,
Turn back to me before you go and throw me a few goodbyes!

(Source: amy-box)

Tagged by emrysibyl.

1. If you were to be stranded on an island with someone, who would you want it to be?

A boatbuilder. *grins feebly*

2. If you could name a planet/ star, what would it be?

Ohhh, these are all these really wide questions! 

I think I’d be tempted to go for a name from C.S. Lewis’ canon given his interest in the celestial spheres. Edmund. Edmund sounds nice. 

3. Song of the moment?

Seems it’s this. Despite the hard-to-place sadness it fills me with.

4. Did you have a childhood superhero or did you want to be the hero of your own story?

Ohhhhhhhhhhh. Let me tell you something. When my sister and one of her friends were kids (maybe nine?), they used to play superheroes together, and I went and started making comics about them as superheroes. And then the friend went and asked one of his friends to join and asked us to make him a character, and I was not so sure because I did not like that guy and I was pretty sure he didn’t much like me. But I added him to the comic and he ended up being one of the best characters in the thing—and one of my best friends ever. The big brother I never had.

And I made comics (some of which were just scripts) and he made comics (all of which were just scripts) and my sister made comics and more people joined and wow, I hate this because it’s such an incredibly childish-sounding way of describing one of the most formative things ever in my life.

I guess it was childish, but even in retrospect I can’t see it that way. My notebook story about Miss Hannigan from Annie was childish. SuperKids was not childish. It was my first step toward being an adult. 

Okay, but my point was: my sister’s friend and his friend finally pressured me into creating a character, which I was reluctant to do because I thought I should just be the author, but then they went and invented a character for me who could shoot lightning out of her hands, and I claimed her, possibly just to avoid them calling her “Statigirl” or something dumb like that.

Her name was, depending on the writer, “Elektra” or (for the more copyright-concious) “Electra.” She derived her powers from a factory accident, she occasionally rode a skateboard, and I always drew her in knee socks and a pleated skirt for what I called the “schoolgirl-turned-superhero” look. Also a hairclip shaped like a lightning bolt.

I’d still be writing those darn comics if I hadn’t run out of ideas, a thing which I’ll eternally regret. I know for a fact that I’m still “Electra” under contacts on some people’s phones. Long may she reign.

5. Can you tell me a story from your school days?

I was about seven years old. I was in a ballet class that was being hosted at my house. I threw a piece of wood (with a nail in it!) from one of my craft projects in the direction of my fellow dancers as they were practicing the pas de chat, causing a general uproar, since it seemed like such a delinquent thing to do. (The class was quietly cancelled shortly afterward.) I didn’t have the courage to tell my distraught mother that I’d only been pretending to be one of the dwarfs in The Silver Chair, throwing snowballs in between the dancers as part of the spectacle, and that, not having a snowball, I had simply grabbed the first thing that came to hand. (I told her when I was in my teens. She started simultaneously laughing and crying.)

6. Is there something you strongly believe in? (It can be philosophy, theology or your personal experiences)

God’s grace is available to us every day. I’m not saying it will make life perfect by any means. But I knew a widowed mother of several boys who were kind of wild, and she was worried how they’d be without a father. She was constantly praying for their well-being. And now one’s in the navy, one’s an utterly brilliant student, and one’s studying to become a priest. They’re all totally amazing people, funny and smart, some of the best guys I’ve ever met, and they’ve all found something to live for. 

(Side note: the brilliant student is also my friend mentioned above who I didn’t much like at first. Well, he’s become impossible not to like. There is no one who is not his friend. My family has nicknamed him “Type O” because everyone accepts him.)

7. A book or show you think I might like?

Oh, gosh, you like anime, don’t you? Soul Eater. I love Soul Eater.

8. If you were stranded on an island with me, what can I count on you for? (That is, hoping you aren’t a cannibal :) )

Weird stories about my childhood, long, rambling opinions (mainly regarding literature), and well-intentioned attempts to make you tea. 

9. Favorite food?

THE WIDENESS OF THESE QUESTIONS. Okay, but I really like fish. Nutritionists actually want you to eat it, and there’s so many kinds, and you can do anything with it. 

10. How old are you, if you don’t mind me asking. If you do mind, skip this question.

Onescore. 

11. Lastly, returning to the deserted island theme, if there was a kayak and man eating tigers on the beach AND man eating sharks in the ocean, what would you do?

Get in a kayak and take a chance with the sharks until the tigers went away. 

hooligancaptain said: Do you have any words relating to dust in a sunbeam?

huckly:

allieinarden:

When we were kids, my sister and I, for lack of a better word, used to call them “sun gicks.”

If that helps. 

Historically the term is “atoms” but that’s before the whole “atoms” thing became associated with what we know today as atoms. So it’s an archaic term now, but still fun to use.

atom, n.: “Each of the particles of dust rendered visible by light; a mote in a sunbeam. arch. and poet. in later use.”

word-stuck:

Dust motes' is all that I can think of. 

Do you guys, perhaps, know a word (in English, or in your own dialect) specially made for these kinds of tiny particles or specks you see upon a sunlight? I’ve been looking for that word, too. Thanks.image

In the meantime, I’ll just e-mail Mr. John Koenig to make a word for it. If he respond, I’m sure he can do that :D

1538   T. Elyot Dict. at cited word,Atomi, be motes of the sonne.

1588   J. Harvey Discoursiue Probl. conc. Prophesies  96   Cabalisticall coiners, and impostural wringers, making at their own pleasure..bodies of Atomes, or sun motes, something of nothing.

1911   W. D. Foulke Maya iii. iii. 56   And he clutched the ray that glittered With its countless atoms floating In the pathway of the sunbeam.

(Oxford English Dictionary)

I think the word you’re looking for is "sun gicks.”

Important prayer request

I wanted to write out a prayer request for Bry (bryxhearsxmusic). She gave me permission to post the following.

"My siblings and I believe our mother is passively suicidal. She refuses to treat her diabetes. She’s had it for many years but she stopped taking meds 4 months ago and she will not take the insulin that is in her possession. She doesn’t watch her diet, and she doesn’t exercise, apart from walking around at her work. She also has arthritis in her hands and neck, but she recently stopped seeing the massage therapist who was helping so much.

She is not a happy person. She has grudges she’s held onto for years, even from childhood. She has a victim mentality, intensely dislikes herself, and she doesn’t have friends or really anyone she opens up to, despite having lived in the same place for nearly 20 years. There are issues between her and our dad, too.

Despite all her troubles, which she laments about frequently, she will not do anything about them. Through lack of action, she is killing herself. If she continues in this way, she will slip into a diabetic coma one day. But she refuses to accept the abundant help that is available to her. It really seems like she’d honestly rather die. We’ve tried talking to her so many times and in so many ways. We just want her to take care of herself and forgive herself and be happy, but nothing has ever worked. We believe she needs therapy, but when my oldest brother kindly and casually suggested it, since he is also seeing a counselor, she took extreme offense.

My brother said he wants to get us all together to talk to our dad, and get him to see the severity of the situation. We hope our mother will listen to her husband, since she will listen to no one else.

At this point, I am so angry I have a hard time praying for her. I have always been the most compassionate and understanding of my siblings, and even I have reached my limit. She is killing herself and she doesn’t care. It is so terribly selfish that I can’t sympathize anymore. My siblings have similar troubles. Please pray for my whole family. We really, really need it.”

Please reblog and say a prayer for Bry and her family in this extremely difficult situation, and remember them in your intentions. They are dealing with a crushing burden, and it is too much for them to carry on their own. I hope that if every one of us intercedes with God, it will help to take some of that weight off their shoulders. 

whyblessyourheart:

thefuturemayyetbewon:

I’ve always been horrible at praying the rosary.  I skip or repeat beads by accident, have to pause to look up prayers I forgot, and if I’m lying down, I’ll literally fall asleep after 3 decades.

Once someone tried to convince me that when you yawn while praying the rosary, that means Satan is attacking you.  I think it just means I’m lazy and have a short attention span.

You’re certainly not alone. I’m a cradle catholic and it still took me a full year of praying the rosary daily to finally get it down.

"(I am ashamed to admit it) the recitation of the rosary is more difficult for me than the wearing of an instrument of penance. I feel I have said this so poorly! I force myself in vain to meditate on the mysteries of the rosary; I don’t succeed in fixing my mind on them. For a long time I was desolate about this lack of devotion which astonished me, for I love the Blessed Virgin so much that it should be easy for me to recite in her honor prayers which are so pleasing to her. Now I am less desolate; I think that the Queen of heaven, since she is my MOTHER, must see my good will and she is satisfied with it.

Sometimes when my mind is in such aridity that it is impossible to draw forth one single thought to unite me with God, I very slowly recite an “Our Father” and then the angelic salutation [“Hail Mary, full of grace, etc.]; then these prayers give me great delight; they nourish my soul much more than if I had recited them precipitately a hundred times.”

St. Therese of Lisieux, The Story of a Soul

  

loveandthemakingofit:

don’t think of the other places you should have been,
it’s a good thing that you came along with me

hooligancaptain said: Do you have any words relating to dust in a sunbeam?

word-stuck:

Dust motes' is all that I can think of. 

Do you guys, perhaps, know a word (in English, or in your own dialect) specially made for these kinds of tiny particles or specks you see upon a sunlight? I’ve been looking for that word, too. Thanks.image

In the meantime, I’ll just e-mail Mr. John Koenig to make a word for it. If he respond, I’m sure he can do that :D

When we were kids, my sister and I, for lack of a better word, used to call them “sun gicks.”

If that helps. 

Prayer Request

thatcurioustruth:

My mom is 6 months pregnant and she is feeling really sick, this isn’t morning sickness this is something different and I’ve never seen her act like this before. This is her 10th baby and I’m worried about her; could you all send up some prayers that this isn’t something dangerous? Thank you!!!

  

(Source: alcools)