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Name: Carmen
Country: United States
Gender: Female
Interests: Walking while reading and praying. Socratic dialogue. Beach houses. Essential Oils. Holy Mysteries. Loving my children. Cloudy days. Organic farming. Fermenting wheat. Honest people. Obsessive rearranging and cleaning of my house to bring order to chaos.
Expertise: Starting over. Pressing on.
Occupation: The highest calling - motherho
Message: message me
Member Since:
1/28/2004
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| greetingsI'm turning 50 this year. I've converted to Orthodoxy. My son graduates from Cal. I'm broke. I cut my hair. I'm grey. I can't wait . . . for the next adventure.
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| Random updateDavede flys in tonight from Portugal. YEAH!!! Let the fig peelin' begin!
Joseph got a new backpack that he slept with last night. I remember doing that with new shoes.
Isabella fell off her bike 3 days ago and ended up in emergency with a catscan. She's ok, but has a rainbow of bandages covering her body. OUCH!
Ava has a new kitten - Blossom. The sweetest kitten I have ever met in my life.
Life is good.
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| A letter to Davede I thought I'd share with youDear Davede,
The day you left for the Azores, I picked a couple of ripe and delicious figs and remember thinking "what a bummer -- all the figs are becoming ripe while you are gone and you enjoy them so much". No sooner did I think that, when after going out there day after day and watering the tree, that all ripening STOPPED. I mean, not a single ripe fig appeared. They were all hanging on, green and hard as a rock. Even the neighbor's tree had already produced a full crop. I began to think that I was doing something wrong.
I have been missing you quite a bit lately and well just now went out there and saw that the figs are just beginning to get a tinge of purple. I was amazed, I had nott seen such a thing before. Therefore, I'm fully convinced that in the heavenly realm, something happened to bless YOU and let you know that YOU REALLY MATTER.
The figs await your return - along with that sweet wine you sent to me from Terceira.
All my love, Mom
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| Early Christianity: The Development of Orthodox Christian Community & FaithThis is a better description of what is happening on Saturday for those of you who are interested in learning a little about your ancient Christian roots. I'm trying to come but have my daughter's birhtday celebration to attend to.
Early Christianity: The Development of Orthodox Christian Community & Faith
Saturday, July 21
St Anna Greek Orthodox Church
1001 Stone Canyon Drive, Roseville
1:00 - The Development of Feast Day Celebrations, Dr. John Klentos, Professor of Eastern Orthodox School of Theology, Patriarch Athenagoras Orthodox Institute, Graduate Theological Union, University of California Berkeley
2:00 - The Role of the Parish in Community, Fr. Christopher Flesoras, St. Anna Greek Orthodox Church
3:00 - The Structure of Iconography, Margaret Mueller
Break - Coffee and Cookie Reception
5:00 - Great Vespers, Fr. Christopher will talk from a historical perspective and then proceed into Vespers. | | |
| There's No Place Like Home (3x)It's quite late and I'm home alone with just the girls sound asleep in bed. There's a refreshing cool breeze outside and I decide that before I tuck myself into bed, I'll hang some washed sheets in that fresh air (I'm both frugal and addicted to that delightful smell). The house is locked up tight and I proceed to go outside. Just as I finish hanging up the clothes, you guessed it, the wind catches the door, slams it shut, and leaves me there standing with my mouth wide open.
Knowing it's a waste of time, I bang on the girls window screaming their names - forget that. ("go awaaay" in a man's voice is all I hear, ha-ha ask Sarah Rutledge to tell you that story)
I think to myself, my neighbor's not home. I have no cell phone with me. My car is locked. The hidden key is outdated since we just changed the door handle and I have no blanket to spend the night on the hammik. Great.
Well I remembered that there's one window I leave open because it's so high off the ground it a little difficult for creeps to just climb in. Not so.
So, I grab the wobbly ladder and while wearing a short skirt hoist myself through the window and find myself safe and sound inside. That was my adventure a little while ago. Good night. | | |
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