Je viendrai de loin
Me moquant des kilomètres
Je désarmerai les vents et les tempêtes
Et rien
Ni personne
Ne saura qui j'abandonne
Je viendrai et il saura me reconnaître

"We Disciples have beliefs and practices in common with all sorts of Christians. These apparent similarities sometimes are superficial, sometimes fundamental. We baptize by immersion, so we look like Baptists. We have Communion every Sunday, so we look a bit like Roman Catholics. We stress the ministry of the laity, so we look a little like Quakers ( Read more... )

His gait lengthens.

Big weekend. I got an email from the stage manager of a play going up next quarter asking me to be the assistant stage manager. It was so flattering. She looked up stage managers in the university theater database, spoke to people about possible ASMs, and decided to ask me first. Eee! Happy. I’m so glad I don’t have to deal with auditions ( Read more... )

A lot happened this weekend, and I'll talk about that later, but right now I can only think of Thich Naht Hanh. I've noticed recently that some people have been using my name. When I pass them in the hall instead of saying "Hi" they say "Hi Lucy." It has reminded me of a poem by the wonderful wonderful Thich Naht Hanh. The poem is called " ( Read more... )

There’s more poetry than actual notes in my calc notes today. Oh no! However will I learn how to find the anti-derivative of the volume of a cone ( Read more... )

My mom in an email about my paternal grandmother ( Read more... )

Oh the waiting, all the waiting, who are you waiting for?
Your body is a golden plum just fallen from the tree into my hand
You’re bursting with desire, waiting for someone to come along
Waiting, just waiting for that kiss to set you free
Let it be me let it be me let it be me
Let it be me.

I left the swimmers’ party as discretely as possible this evening. I walked home alone with “Need You Tonight” by INXS stuck in my head. It’s all Mick’s fault. I guess it’s okay though. It replaces “Ruby Tuesday” that has been stuck in my head all day. I walked home, jaywalking all the way, and thought of Warren Gatche. I realize that no one ( Read more... )

Grandma has cancer.