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Pillow fight!

I have the best job in the world, apparently!  At what other job do you get PAID to beat children with pillows?  Seriously, it was a good night.  Some of us started out with a few games of Twister...which we promptly abandoned once we heard there was a pillow fight going on upstairs.  Twenty or so kids and a couple councillors running, screaming, and beating on each other with pillows equals a lot of happy kids.  Then we "quieted" them down with GuitarHero (one of the kids bought it yesterday at the mall).  Now I have a little bit of free time.  Not much else to share...except a favourite poem of mine that I re-discovered today.




"Earth" by John Hall Wheelock

"A planet doesn't explode of itself," said drily
The Martian astronomer, gazing off into the air--
"That they were able to do it is proof that highly
Intelligent beings must have been living there."


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The grass beneath a tree is content
and silent.



A squirrel holds an acorn in its praying hands,
offering thanks, it looks like.



The nut tastes sweet; I bet the prayer spiced
it up somehow.



The broken shells fall on the grass,
and the grass looks up 
and says, 
"Hey."



And the squirrel looks down 
and says,



"Hey."



I have been saying "Hey" lately too,
to God.



Formalities just weren't
working.



~Jalaludin Rumi translated by Daniel Ladinsky


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I was born and I will die. I eat, breath, sleep, talk, and periodically raise my voice. For a little variation I read, watch movies, and walk on the beach. I am a Christian, a Canadian, and a homeschool graduate. When it rains I stare at the windshield wipers and get mad when the wipers move a little too fast for the stream of water that is desperately trying to get away. When it's sunny I walk down to the beach and think about amnesiacs washing up on the shore. When it snows I stay inside with a book and curl up in a blanket. I like CSI Las Vegas, Criminal Minds, and Firefly. I like dark chocolate and dandelions and daisies and wild roses. And RED.




















    

    

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