I’m planning a mother blessing (some say Blessingway, but please don’t call it that.) for a dear friend and am thinking about birth–babies–blessings…I’m getting so excited.
I now believe that television itself, the medium of sitting in front of a magic box that pulses images at us endlessly, the act of watching TV per se, is mindcrushing. It is soul-deadening, dehumanizing, soporific in a poisonous way, ultimately brutalizing. It is, simply put so you cannot mistake my meaning, a bad thing. ~ Harlan Ellison, Strange Wine
I just finished an amazing book called Finding Organic Church. I’d never heard the term before, but I was looking into “house church” and came across it in my library’s system.
Alexander the Great inherited his kingdom at the age of 20 and went on to conquer the rest of the civilized world at the time. In fact, he cried when he was told there was no one left to conquer. He must have possessed some amazing leadership skills to have his men fighting for him for 10+ years.
Louis XVI and Marie Antoinette were 20 when they inherited their throne. They were given a raw deal to be sure, ill prepared and a kingdom already set up for failure. I’m not sure it could have turned out much differently. But still, to trust 20 year olds to run a kingdom!
Clanging, banding trolley cars aren’t purple. Nor are bellowing bulls or bleating butting goats. Cawing fighting blackbirds aren’t purple either but they wish they were.
Purple is a box of marbles, with a piece of chalk on a string for drawing a perfect circle. Purple wants to win all the shooters and loves to look at the swirly plasticine within and wonder how it got there.
I get a lot of offers to review books because, well, I love books. I don’t usually take the publishers up on them because I also don’t have a lot of free time. I only have time to do what I love, or, as the case may be, read what I love. So unless a book looks really intriguing, I generally just say no, thank you.