Debbie, what a thought-provoking read. My mind is playing with all the opposites united. My sister is suddenly battling an aggressive cancer and I have been spending time daily talking her through this fight. She and I are very different yet united in our end goal–to beat this, a living aggressor that we both want eradicated. I am so grateful to be uplifted by the joy you found on your girls' weekend (I need some of those glow in the dark shoes!). Being surrounded by thoughts of death requires a celebration of living. Thanks for sharing.
Jennifer, hugs to you and your sister. The opposites you mention -- just in this reply -- are astonishing. First of all, you and your sister, opposites yet united in the fight. The fight is real, and you both are warriors; "living aggressor" and "eradicated" -- right there is the fight in stark terms; "thoughts of death" vs "celebration of living," here is the entire Star Wars of your sibling universe laid out in a few sentences. Bless you both. (You are a writer amidst all of it, a warrior poet, perhaps... )
I’ve been baking a lot of bread lately, and the opposing forces of forming and rising versus breaking and consuming are on my mind. There is a recycling of energy that happens, which seems to unify the process.
I love this! The photos are great and the writing is so moving and thought-provoking (as always!) And I need to know more about the accidental donuts. This question comes to you from someone whose chocolate bunny doesn't have ears anymore. Hmm, I wonder how that happened!?
Accidental Donuts and Chocolate Bunny Ears: Also a good band name. hahaha. Thanks, Jo, for the kind words. It was a blast of a weekend that held so much food for thought. Today, I am sifting all of it, something @D.R.Lane would appreciate... sifting. :>
Thank you for sharing your time in the Confederate cemetery, and all the possible answers you could have given the police officer, and Adam Rapp's unity of opposites. It means more to know you learned that concept from him. One year ago on Memorial Day weekend my sister and I found proof that our maternal ancestors fought for the Confederacy somewhere down in Cullman, Alabama. It wasn't really a surprise, but it was sobering and grounding nonetheless: "Who am I and what am I going to do about it?" is the central question of YA lit, according to Patty Campbell in Horn Book way back in 2004. I hold that question in my heart most days of my life.
Jennifer, I love this from you, thank you. I can imagine your sobering and grounding (great descriptors) from here. Same. And also not surprising on my end, either. I also love the Patty Campbell quote and need to hear it right now. You might have guessed that. Thanks. I'm so glad you're here.
Debbie, what a thought-provoking read. My mind is playing with all the opposites united. My sister is suddenly battling an aggressive cancer and I have been spending time daily talking her through this fight. She and I are very different yet united in our end goal–to beat this, a living aggressor that we both want eradicated. I am so grateful to be uplifted by the joy you found on your girls' weekend (I need some of those glow in the dark shoes!). Being surrounded by thoughts of death requires a celebration of living. Thanks for sharing.
Jennifer, hugs to you and your sister. The opposites you mention -- just in this reply -- are astonishing. First of all, you and your sister, opposites yet united in the fight. The fight is real, and you both are warriors; "living aggressor" and "eradicated" -- right there is the fight in stark terms; "thoughts of death" vs "celebration of living," here is the entire Star Wars of your sibling universe laid out in a few sentences. Bless you both. (You are a writer amidst all of it, a warrior poet, perhaps... )
Thank you. We are in need of all the support right now. I am grateful for you.
You will always have it here. The gratitude flows both ways. xoxo
I’ve been baking a lot of bread lately, and the opposing forces of forming and rising versus breaking and consuming are on my mind. There is a recycling of energy that happens, which seems to unify the process.
Yes! This is great to read. Thanks. And once you (the royal you) start making these connections, you can't “unsee” them. Which is good. :)
I love this! The photos are great and the writing is so moving and thought-provoking (as always!) And I need to know more about the accidental donuts. This question comes to you from someone whose chocolate bunny doesn't have ears anymore. Hmm, I wonder how that happened!?
Accidental Donuts and Chocolate Bunny Ears: Also a good band name. hahaha. Thanks, Jo, for the kind words. It was a blast of a weekend that held so much food for thought. Today, I am sifting all of it, something @D.R.Lane would appreciate... sifting. :>
Thank you for sharing your time in the Confederate cemetery, and all the possible answers you could have given the police officer, and Adam Rapp's unity of opposites. It means more to know you learned that concept from him. One year ago on Memorial Day weekend my sister and I found proof that our maternal ancestors fought for the Confederacy somewhere down in Cullman, Alabama. It wasn't really a surprise, but it was sobering and grounding nonetheless: "Who am I and what am I going to do about it?" is the central question of YA lit, according to Patty Campbell in Horn Book way back in 2004. I hold that question in my heart most days of my life.
Jennifer, I love this from you, thank you. I can imagine your sobering and grounding (great descriptors) from here. Same. And also not surprising on my end, either. I also love the Patty Campbell quote and need to hear it right now. You might have guessed that. Thanks. I'm so glad you're here.
A great read and food for thought! Thanks
The plaque was dedicated! Not the plague! Fixed.