"We move in
the same mental spaces. In some of our dreams we wander the same streets,
trying to get back to the same house. One form of loneliness is to have a
memory and no one to share it with."
"The love we give away is the only love we keep."
"Honesty pays, but it doesn't
seem to pay enough to suit some people."
truth is, Alaska is in the details. She is in the free and easy way of the
people--the most informal people on earth. She is in the way the sun hangs on
the horizon on a summer night, keeping kids awake and adults energized, somehow
suspended in time against the dark days of winter."
--Suzan Nightingale in Alaska
I repeat, you have to look for the joy. Look for the light of God that is
hitting your life, and you will find sparkles you didn't know were there."
and trees speak slowly and may take a week to get out a single sentence, and
there are few men, unfortunately, with the patience to wait for an oak to
finish a thought."
me who admires and loves you, and I will tell you who you are."
hesitate to ask a question, otherwise you may end up in La Mosquit beside a
woman with three thumbs." --as submitted by Anastasia Finnegan, describing our very real experience in
of the princes and prelates with periwigged charioteers
Riding triumphantly laureled to lap the fat of the years,
Rather the scorned--the rejected--the men hemmed in with spears;
The men in tattered battalion which fights till it dies,
Dazed with the dust of the battle, the din and the cries,
The men with the broken heads and the blood running into their eyes.
Not the be-medalled Commander, beloved of the throne,
Riding cock-horse to parade when the bugles are blown,
But the lads who carried the hill and cannot be known.
Others may sing of the wine and the wealth and the mirth,
The portly presence of potentates goodly in girth;--
Mine be the dirt and the dross, the dust and scum of the earth!
Theirs be the music, the colour, the glory, the gold;
Mine be a handful of ashes, a mouthful of mould.
Of the maimed, of the halt and the blind in the rain and the cold--
Of these shall my songs be fashioned, my tale be told. Amen."
--John Masefield, A Consecration
submitted by Brian Stramel
words can be short and easy to speak but their echoes are truly endless."
any good choke, you should still be able to breathe."
--Krista Swenson, as uttered at a Jujitsu seminar
can't follow your nose if you're going backwards."
is no such thing in the world as a dangerous or deadly weapon, there are only
this our life... finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks,
sermons in stones, and good in everything."
is measured by the number of things you are alive to."
--Maltbie D. Babcock
that is the way we are made: we don't reason, where we feel; we just
--Mark Twain in A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court
is in the shelter of each other that people live." --Irish Proverb
Last Revised: 01.26.02.