One of my Facebook friends, Robert C., posted this video and it tickled me. And I really like the song. Makes me wanna dance. Makes me wanna hang around for a while to dance, know what I mean?
Too many people that I love have been touched by cancer, more than a few by breast cancer. Let’s take care of business, ladies. Life is too beautiful to miss the dance.
Whoa, it’s been a heck of a week. The end of a term is always marked by chaos, long days and longer nights, and a certain level of anxiety and distraction that ends, rather suddenly, with the click of a mouse and a command: enter.
That’s a funny word: enter. In this case, it doesn’t mean enter at all. Well, it does mean “enter the information into whatever it is that goes on in the computer’s brain”, but for us in the real world, to end something — put it away — is not entering at all, but more of an exit.
Believe me when I say I have wanted to exit all week. Exit my office. Exit work. Exit this hard life.
Stop. Don’t read that last exit the wrong way. I was just thinking about heaven … and heavenly it must be to be surrounded by God, all the time. Enveloped by His grace, all the time. And then I thought to myself, Self, what are you talking about? You already have that. Look.
And I did. Here is what I found:
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Just when I thought all that profoundness was enough, I also found laughter in unexpected places. I don’t need flashing lights and a game show buzzer to know that’s a winner. All the time.
Ce qui embellit le désert, dit le petit prince, c’est qu’il cache un puits quelque part…
“What makes the desert beautiful,” said the little prince, “is that somewhere it hides a well…”
