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Song of the Night

Once again I am staying up too late. But since I'm up, I'll do something useful: post my song of the night. Say Won't You Say by Jennifer Knapp.

Say won't You say
Say that You love me
With love, ever love, love everlasting?
All my devotion put into motion by You

Every morning I
Have a chance to rise and give my all
But every afternoon I find I have only wasted time
In light of Your awe
Isn't love amazing, I forgot how to speak
Knowing You are near and I am finally free

My eyes fear to close
This reckless letting go is hard to bear
On the edge of all I need, still I cling to what I see
And what have I there?

Bred my own disaster, who have I to blame?
When all I need is waiting to be fanned to flame

I opened up my eyes to see You standing there
Oh I can barely breathe, and I can hardly bear
All the love that I feel for You inside
I hope You feel it now, some, somehow

Ooooh, Gifts!

Presents! And a Digital Camera! What fun we can have...

Listen In

Care to eavesdrop on a conversation between God and I last night?



God? I miss you.

I miss you too.

I'm really tired of this.

I'm not surprised.

Can I come back now?

Of course you can.

I'm sorry.

I know.

I hate that I do this.

I know that too. (with a smile)

I - I might do it again.


And you'll keep letting me come back.


I don't want to be like this, running away from you every time I realize just how imperfect I am.

I know.

Can you change me?

You know I can.

Will you?

I am.

It doesn't feel like it.

Patience, child.

So where do I go from here?

Right back here.

I mean...

I know what you mean. Trust me.

I'm apparently not very good at that...

You're learning.

I'm a slow learner.

That's irrelevant to me. You're either learning or you're not.

Right. God? I'm really sorry.

Beth? It's over. It's gone.

I know...

Then let it go.

Ok. Trying...

(at this point my mind wanders elsewhere for awhile...)

Oh, God!



Ms. Scroogey Christmas

It's official. Christmas lights look dumb when there is no snow.

Christmas baking began today. I was going to post some pictures, but opted out. I will, however, list the Christmas goodies' now available at my house:

Sponge Taffy
Nuts'n'Bolts (actually nut free. So....Bolts?)
Festive Rice Krispie Squares
Some Sort of Nanaimo-ish Bars
Shortbread (coming soon!)
Skor Bars (pending)
Chocolate Stovetop Cookies (any day now)

Hm. Somehow, my food never sounds as delectable as Karen's. Ooh, this one too!

One Square Foot

It's amazing what one square foot of land can do.

If you purchase a plot of land from Lochaber Highland Estates, your life will be forever changed. For only $59.99, you too can become a genuine Scottish Laird and landowner!

According to the site,

People with a title are seen as wealthier, more attractive and much more successful than a plain Mr, Miss or Mrs. This will boost your self-esteem and increase your confidence. This is more impressive than a gold card, and easier to obtain then waiting for Her Majesty to bestow a title upon you!

Bank managers, restaurant and airline check in staff will not be able to help you enough. You could even receive free upgrades.

It's true. It's fully legal, and by purchasing "an estate" (how on earth one square foot of land can be called an estate is beyond me) in Scotland, you have "full rights to style yourself as a Laird (or Lady)."

So, in case you still need that last minute Christmas gift...look no further. You …

Music Spills

The concerts and friends I've experienced in the recent past have reminded me how intensely beautiful musical expression can be. Now, I am aching for the sort of skills and discipline where my emotions and thoughts could flow out of my fingers through some sort of music.

I have dabbled in music throughout my life {piano, trumpet, baritone, guitar, and penny whistle are the instruments I have toyed with}, but I have been unable to maintain a committed relationship with any of them.

Is it too late to change my half-hearted ways? As much as I want this today, will I still put the effort into it in three weeks?

Oh musique, tu me fais tourner la tĂȘte...

No Christmas Writing

I wanted to post some Christmas-themed fiction, but it has disappeared. This is most unfortunate, as it seems to be the one file I missed in transferring to my laptop. It was some writing that wasn't for any class, but I really liked it. I am sad.

This is my 100th post, and yes, I've changed my template again. Thanks to the new Blogger Beta.

Guelph, the City of Firsts

In search of verification that one of the members of Arcade Fire is indeed from Guelph (Tim Kingsbury: our families knew each other), I discovered the following fun facts about my home town. And Kirsten, I am always sad to say goodbye to you.
{disclaimer: any lies contained herein are blamed fully on Wikipedia's false information}

The Communist Party of Canada was organized in a barn near Guelph in May 1921. (does this really surprise anyone?)

The term 'hat-trick' has its origins in Guelph. The Biltmore Hat Factory sponsored the Guelph Mad Hatters, and when a player scored three goals, fans were encouraged to throw their hats on the ice...

Guelph was the home of North America's first cable TV system.

Guelph's police force had Canada's first municipal motorcycle patrol.

Guelph's police force was the first to have two-way car radios.

Guelph City Council set up Canada's first city manager system.

Guelph was home to Canada's first army cadet corps and the year…

Heart-grabbing Quotes on Various Topics

They were not tourists, however, but a choir of pilgrims from Germany. They filed in [to St. Peter's Basilica], gathered in a semi-circle directly beneath us, and began singing hymns. As their voices rose, reverberating around the dome and blending together in multi-part harmony, Michaelangelo's half sphere became not just a work of architectural grandeur but a temple of celestial music. The sound set our cells vibrating. It took on substance, as if we could lean on it, or swim in it, as if the hymns and not the balcony were supporting us.

Just as Pearl Harbour made my parents who they are and Woodstock made my peers who we are, isn't it possible that Columbine and September 11 are shaping a generation to be seekers of truth, meaning, wholeness, and peace?

Does anybody need someone
To be the one to come and rescue their heart
You know who you are
Can you hear me?
Say the words and I'll be there
Hold you like a mothers prayer
Take the hurt, calm the fear
Make the bad things di…

Time Travel

I am left eating supper at 11:15pm, since supper-hour was lost somewhere roughly over Churchill, Manitoba. Back to snow flurries and temperatures much like the ones about to dissipate into warmth over Vancouver.

Welcome to Ontario.

It is December, and as of 2:45pm tomorrow, I am off for a week of fun and learning. Hopefully well-heated.

Babes in Toyland

Ever seen this movie? I have vague memories from when I was small. It's on YTV tonight, so I decided to tune in.

When I was six, I wouldn't have recognized:
Drew Barrymore as 11 year-old Lisa or
Keanu Reeves as Jack-be-nimble, who is in love with Mary Contrary...

I also wouldn't have thought quite so deeply about the fact that most characters are people wearing giant bear and rabbit costumes...Oh, the innocence of childhood...

Also on: Steve Martin in Leap of Faith, about a con-man evangelist/healer...I'm intrigued. This one might win out over Babes.

Today's Prayer

O Father in heaven, who didst fashion my limbs to serve Thee and my soul to follow hard after Thee, with sorrow and contrition of heart I acknowledge before Thee the faults and failures of the day that is now past...

My failure to be true even to my own accepted standards:
My self-deception in face of temptation:
My choosing of the worse when I know the better:
O Lord, forgive.

My failure to apply to myself the standards of conduct I demand of others:
My blindness to the suffering of others and my slowness to be taught by my own:
My complacence toward wrongs that do not touch my own case and my oversensitiveness to those that do:
My slowness to see the good in my fellows and to see the evil in myself:
My hardness of heart toward my neighbours' faults and my readiness to make allowance of my own:
My unwillingness to believe that Thou hast called me to a small work and my brother to a great one:
O Lord, forgive.

~ from John Baillie's A Diary of Private Prayer