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Admit something: Everyone you see, you say to them, “Love me.” Of course you do not do this out loud, otherwise someone would call the cops. Still, though, think about this, this great pull in us to connect. Why not become the one who lives with a full moon in each eye that is always saying, with that sweet moon language, what every other eye in this world is dying to hear?
“The choice to love is a choice to connect—to find ourselves in the other.” bell hooks, All About Love We are a people hardwired for connection and it’s in and through our relationships with others that we come to best know ourselves. At its heart, connection, relationships, self-awareness, and reflection are what my 30 days of 30 is all about: I get 30 days to celebrate the completion of 30 years of life and to acknowledge all of the intricacies that …
There’s a story I once heard, a story of a man. Jacob was a good man, a kind man; all the people in the town would bring their animals to him and he would tend to the sicknesses. One day, Jacob heard a knock on his door, and when he went to answer it, all he saw was a wrapped up large package on his doorway. Jacob looked out to the trees and nodded his head in acknowledgment and gratitude, for …
The last part of the Haunted Trail involved chainsaws, aircraft hanger-like passages, and strobe lights. The zombies in this section not only had chainsaws, they also carried crow bars, lead pipes, and ice picks. My escort and I made it through unscathed, and as we waited at the end of the trail for our companions, I sat on a wooden fence, between the lower slats. I felt this strange “bzz” several times on my ass–and then it clicked. There was …
Yesterday I shared pictures from Friday morning, when St. Francis Coll held another assembly to celebrate our time with the classes during the week. Before the celebration, we joined our classes from the day before; the students who had gone to the nursery tagged along with us. I sat in with the sixth grade; unlike the other classes, when the bell rang for recess, they had to stay inside—apparently there had been more trouble between the boys and the girls. …
