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Name: Mags
Birthday: 9/27/1969
Gender: Female
Interests: In no particular order: knitting; attachment parenting; drama: acting, directing, stage combat, commedia dell'arte, Shakespeare; books, books, books; Marx Bros. films; children's literature; political issues, especially those affecting children, women, families, and education; the State of the Art
Expertise: Changes from day to day...
Occupation: Education/training
Industry: Art
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AIM:  MadQueenMags
Member Since:
3/13/2005
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Matthew 4:11, The Message
Today I am finding little fuzzy-headed angels peeking out at me from all corners: a song on the radio; a friend's blog; an Anne Lamott essay... strange angels promising to come out soon and take their places.
Be well.
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| Disturb Us, Oh Lord--Sir Francis Drake's PrayerDisturb us, O Lord, when
We are too pleased with ourselves;
When our dreams have come true,
Because we dreamed too little.
We arrived safely,
Because we sailed too close to shore.
Disturb us, O Lord, when
With the abundance of things we possess,
We have lost our thirst
For the waters of life;
Having fallen in love with life,
We have ceased to dream of eternity.
And in our efforts to build a new earth,
We have allowed our vision
Of the new Heaven to dim.
Disturb us, O Lord, to dare more boldly,
To venture on wilder seas
Where storms will show Your mastery;
Where losing sight of land,
We shall find the stars.
We ask You to push back
The horizons of our hopes;
And to push us into the future
In strength, courage, hope, and love.
We ask in the name of our Captain,
Who is Jesus.
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It's been a long time.
I haven't been inspired much to keep up here. At least writing-wise. It started to become a chore for some reason, and I have enough chores going on right now. But I just haven't been able to bring myself to shut this site down either. Too many people I'd feel I was shutting the door on, I suppose. I don't know if I'll write more soon. Or if I'll be dry again for a while. Or if I'll just shut the site down completely eventually.
But I'm here now, and felt inspired to share the above. Things are happening, I suppose, though I'm not exactly sure what.
I've been reading my subs, though! I've been keeping up with my xanga ya-yas, even if I have been rather silent.
Take care.
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| Extinguish ThisA small kitchen fire extinguisher is a VERY GOOD INVESTMENT.
If you don't have a fire extinguisher in your home, go out and get one. Right now.
If you do have one, have it handy, know where it is, and know how to use it.
Please.
(Everyone's okay.)
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Heard this morning...
Zeppo: Mommy, I love you as big as the sky and as low as the ground.
Harpo, right after that: Mommy, when we get out of bed can I stand up right next to you to see who's taller now?
If you think about it, I think they were kind of trying to say the same thing. In their own unique ways.
Be well. And Happy Mardi Gras.
(And if you're going to be making a roux any time in the future, don't leave the pot with hot oil on the stove for even a second.) | | |
| Mommy GaffJust thought I'd share a laugh--My over-conscientious-mommy tendencies have singled my daughter out once again.
Today was Pioneer Day at school. The calendar literally said, "Pioneer Day. Wear old clothes." Now, I thought this probably meant for her to wear her regular older clothes that would be okay to get messed up, as they'd be doing messy activities. But I also thought it could mean "old-time" pioneer-y type clothes. So I called this morning to double check.
Our well-intentioned principal told us that no, her kindergarten teacher meant "old-fashioned" clothes such as the pioneers might wear (but that also their activities could get a little messy). Luckily we had her old costume from her Thanksgiving Feast last year, soooo we dressed her up complete with old-fashioned petticoat and dress and bonnet. She was utterly delighted.
You see where this is going, of course.
Naturally, we got to school, and she was the ONLY student in her class dressed up. Everyone else was wearing old MODERN DAY clothes that they could get messy. And her teacher told me that that was indeed what she meant.
Luckily, Harpo is still at the age where being the only one dressed up in a costume is a pretty cool thing to be. God help me if she had been in middle school.
Actually, I really dug the look on her face when her teacher told her, "You can be our Pioneer Girl today!" She got this small, secretive, but really really pleased look on her face. I suppose what I'm actually mourning is the day that looking different from everyone else will not seem so wonderful to her. Already she tells me things like "I look stupid." How am I supposed to combat the yucky self-image stuff that she will have to confront as she gets older and recognizes more of what our society expects of her when she's already saying things like this at age five and eleven-twelfths?! And when I'm role-modeling my own demons with self-image for that matter...
But for today at least, thank the Maker, we get to celebrate looking different. Looking special. And wearing a freaking petticoat.
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| xangalostI'm still here. Sort of. I'm finding it really difficult to sit down and post lately. I think it's a combination of our new school schedule and my part-time at home gig--I can't seem to find the time to complete anything I want to lately--along with so much bouncing around in my brain that I can't figure out what to let rush out first.
I probably am in sore need of morning pages (for your Artist's Wayers out there). Instead, I've been walking for half an hour first thing in the morning and talking to God. (Which I'm guessing is just as good as morning pages, if not better.)
So I guess I'm incubating. I'll be back. But know that I am thinking about and loving my xanga ya-yas out there!
Be well.
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