I've been too busy chasing sunlight to write. Or I've been wanting to avoid coming clean. Here are my mini-posts:
Remember the blog about the vision of knight on horse? I met with said knight. He wants to get people (of the male persuasion) together to pray for me. I'm humbled and hopeful and nervous. Being the center of attention is not my thing.
I take the gift of carnations and daisies to be a sure sign of loss of love. Roses say love. Carnations say I have bad taste and don't try very hard. Am I a snob or very tuned in?
I keep getting tagged about writing 25 random things about me. My random habits are no big secret, and I'm pretty sure other people are more aware of them than I am. The only one I keep thinking about is that I read literary mysteries and always think I could be that main character. They are always single women (or men) who like academia, are good at keeping a low profile, individualistic loners with a lot of curiousity. Intimacy issues. Simple wardrobe. I just need a PhD.
1 comment:
Smiling at the PhD comment. :) Hey, I love carnations -- I think they are lovely -- don't care about official symbolism, or whatever, but they smell fresh and they last a long time. And, as yet, I've not received any flowers, so I say, they are better than mine. :) Wonderful encouragement, too, about male prayers.
Peace, friend!!
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