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Reflections and ruminations from a modern day Alice - Life is Wonderland  Welcome to the place were I chronicle my own falls down dark holes and adventures chasing white rabbits! Come on In, Take a Bite, You Never Know What You May Find... "Curiouser and curiouser." Alice in Wonderland ** Image ID #1701066 Unavailable **   |
| "Blog City ~ Every Blogger's Paradise" Day 2531 April 24, 2025 Prompt: Women need solitude in order to find again the true essence of themselves." Write about this quote in you Blog entry today. The quote makes several bold generalizations, at least in my opinion. First, who's to say that only women need solitude to find themselves again? There could be men that seek solitude to reconnect with their inner self. I know several coworkers who regularly take themselves on solo hunting or fishing trips to get away and reset themselves mentally. Secondly, I think some women could find the true essence of themselves as easily on an isolated mountaintop as they could at a crowded event like Burning Man or some weekend long music festival. The words read a bit dated to me. Today, there are multiple means and venue to achieve self-awareness or to do a mental cleanse that do not involve isolation. For me, I do not require solitude as much as a particular setting. When I need to reconnect with my truest self, I am either doing that at a keyboard and monitor, writing or I am out in the world, appreciating the beauty in my favorite places. I rarely am alone when I am doing either of those things. How we all mentally reconnect is extremely subjective and individualized. Blogging Circle of Friends " Day 3816 April 24th, 2025 Have fun with these words: Manifest, abhor, detour, originality, community, and the drive-in {movie setting) The town hall feels stuffy and oppressive even in these early evening hours. Natalie shifts uncomfortably in the folding chair, and she feels the exposed skin on her thighs stick to the metal. She hears the impatient rustle of the people behind her, the group with the posterboard signs with messages scrawled in angry red ink that read, "not in our community" and "save our fur babies". Natalie clutches the linen folder to her lap and glances up at the town council members who have begun filing in and taking their seats in the front. The chairman announces the agenda, and Natalie is dismayed, but not surprised, that she is going after the mob filing the seats behind her. She lets her mind take a brief detour. After a few minutes of council housekeeping, the floor is opened and the "Save our shelter" group spits forth a representative. She is an intimidating figure, tall and broad with a head of unruly, wire gray curls. Her eyes seem to spark when she takes her place at the podium. She launches directly into her speech, not even taking a moment to detour through any introduction or pleasantries. For the last twenty years, our community has been served by dog pound. That dog pound has admittedly seen better days. The speaker embarks on a long list of citations, violations and failures on the part of the town to provide adequate upkeep. It has fallen into a state of disrepair that the only course of action, according to the Save our Shelter group, is to build a multi-million dollar facility on the grounds of a defunct drive-in movie theater in the center of town. The women proceeds to rattle off all the ways in which a new, state of the art shelter would "improve the life of our community pets". Natalie thinks about her own dogs, who live a cozy and highly cushy lifestyle and would benefit not a single, solitary bit from a 4 million dollar building designed to house stray dogs and cats. She gives the woman points for originality though, because she sees a lot of nodding heads around the room. The woman finishes her impassioned speech and returns to her seat which her co-organizers cheer and pump their signs up and down in appreciation. Natalie hears her name called. She raises to her feet, deliberately standing through her spine as if to manifest the tallest stature possible. She steps towards the front of the room, clutching her proposal to her chest. The proposal to protect and reforest the old drive-in property as free and open space for the community, that same parcel earmarked for the new animal shelter. Natalie looks at the crowd before her, adorned with t shirts emblazoned with dog paws and wagging dog tongues and wonders if these animal lovers will rip her to pieces when they learn what she has to say. |
| Blog City ~ Every Blogger's Paradise" Day 2529 April 22, 2025 Prompt: Fears and Courage “Keep your fears to yourself, but share your courage with others.” Robert Louis Stevenson Is it always wise to keep fears to ourselves or should we boast about our courage? What would pros and cons be in both these cases?? Coming back from break is always daunting, but especially coming back to a work schedule filled with tense meetings and messy scenarios I have to make sense of. Taking a break over lunch to tackle a few prompts actually brings me a measure of relief, even though its a prompt featuring fears. Let's face it, there seems to be a lot more to be fearful of these days. Where I had hoped for balance and stability, it seems we have uncertainty and volatility. The mainstream media seems to oscillate from one fear-mongering headline to the next and my normally independent resources seem more confused and dismayed than I'd like to admit. In general I try to mitigate my fears for my daughter's sake - especially if they are fears based on situations I can not control like the stock market reactivity or political discontent. I don't see the value in seeding that kind of fear in her. I'd rather she focus on overcoming the fears she can control, like being scared of giving blood or having to deal with medical tests. I want her to discover her courage in the face of those things, and in the space she makes for herself when she moves past those fears. I think most people tend to keep their fears to themselves, and still, I don't know too many people that would boast about their courage either. I think it you are boasting about how brave you are, you are likely trying to convince yourself more than others. Those who are quietly courageous are more sincere maybe. "Blogging Circle of Friends " Day 3814 April 22nd, 2025 What's the best advice a teacher gave you? Did you listen or disregard it? I had, for the most part, great teachers. I had an English teacher in elementary school that encouraged me to pursue writing. She dragged me up out of my seat and to the front of the class to read something I wrote. She told my parents that I was "gifted". She told me to just keep writing, to never stop writing about every little thing. I had a history teacher in high school that was so passionate about what he taught that he had the entire class engaged. He told us, "history is happening all around us, everyday" and reminded us to "look for those key moments". I had a creative writing teacher, Wally Lamb, who learned his first book 'She's Come Undone", had made Oprah's list one day just before he started class. He told us to always "write what we know". Even in my fictional pieces, there are pieces of me and of the things I know to be true and it keeps me credible, it keeps me honest in the craft. I had a professor in college tell me that the path I was on, was not for me. He saw something in me that I hadn't yet realized for myself. I credit him with the most impactful insight of all. The advice reversed the course of my life. Looking back, he had been 100% right. Teaching is one of the last truly noble professions. It takes courage, it takes dedication and compassion. It takes an iron will and a good heart. A good teacher can make a world of difference in someone's life. |
| Blogging Circle of Friends Day 3803 April 10, 2025 On this day in 1912 the RMS Titanic embarked on its maiden voyage, which ended in tragedy several days later when the luxury liner struck an iceberg and sank. What do you remember most about this story in history? Like most people, I remember covering the sinking of the Titanic in school but it wasn't until I watched the movie, that the real impact was made. There was always something morbidly fascinating about the tragedy but seeing it play out on the big screen was riveting. Though the movie was centered around a fictional couple, their story was build on the foundations of truths, truths about the class divisions, the imbalance of opulence verses poverty and how fear can breed both cowards and heroes in equal measure. I loved the scenes were you saw the ruins of the ship on the sea floor interspersed with the ship as depicted in 'life'. The way bits of history were woven in, like the band continuing to play as the ship sank, or the introduction of real people from the voyage interacting with those fictional characters. I was always struck by how needless it all was that all those people had to die, that there were not better measures in place I always believe it spoke volumes about the arrogance of humans - building something they claimed was unsinkable only to be taken out by something like an iceberg, natural-forged and unforgiving. Blog City Day 2517 April 10, 2025 Prompt: "Many go fishing all their lives without know that it is not fish they are after." Henry David Thoreau Write about this quote in your Blog entry today. This quote reminds me of a friend who used to love to fish. It brought him such joy and peace. He was a really bad alcoholic and sometimes I believe fishing was the only thing that quell his demons for a time. He was always sober, always himself with a rod in his hand. I remember so many nights watching him in the waves, with this heavy surf rod. He loved to go to the beach at night, and would be out there for hours, casting in the moonlight, a wide grin on his boyish face. Whenever he'd catch something, he call me over to see it. Sometimes it was a jack or mackerel, sometimes flounder. it never mattered what he caught, they'd all go back. After a few minutes marveling over his catch, he'd kiss it and gently toss it back. Those nights, it was so easy to love him. He was in his element, his heart was at peace. It seemed the only place he knew he was safe from the monstrous thing inside him. That monster eventually killed him but those memories I have of him fishing are the ones I keep close to my heart. Its how I like to remember him most always...my giant man-boy, standing in the waves, smiling and full of joy. |
| Blog City Day 2516 April 9, 2025 Prompt: Holding the ocean back with a broom. Write about this quote today as this applies to life and the problems we face. I have taken an usually long hiatus from writing. I have gone through periods of inactivity before but it seems that I have gone almost 6 months without writing anything outside press releases and work emails. I have always believed that writing is one of the ways I process and seek balance in my life and this notable absence in pursuit of that craft, has taken a mental toll. I have told myself that I am too busy, that there is too much I have to deal with to slow down and make the time. I have repeatedly silenced the internal narrator in my head. The truth is that I have gone to long without allowing my muse to use her voice. I have entrenched myself in the mire of stress and responsibilities of working life and I have sacrificed a part of myself, I have reduced myself in some critical way. Attempting to start again this morning, giving myself the time and the space to open up, feels a lot like holding the ocean back with a broom. Its not knowing where to begin and needing to tell it all to myself at once. I feel the need to check in with myself and the writer I have allowed to languish in the shadows of my overcrowded mind. My ocean is a tide of conflicting facts and emotions. I am a woman struggling with the onset of middle age, the grace and the challenges that come with that age-ful distinction. I am a mother to a teenage daughter who's blossoming youth and ever-growing beauty both fills my heart with joy and simultaneously reminds me how far I have moved away from those things myself. I am a hard working career woman who has finally achieved a position of power and authority in my company, but sometimes the knowledge that I am responsible for all the families attached to the company makes it hard for me to breathe. And while I believe I make every decision from a place of pride and love for what we've built together, it never stops me from second-guessing myself - even if I do it in the wee hours of the morning where no one can see my doubt and fear that I am good enough to led them. I am a wife, who finally feels like I can plan a forever with a man who has proven himself to be good, gentle and safe. I am also the person who can still be triggered into remembering the dark corners of my past, where old wounds still ache and wagons wait to be circled around my fledgling, fearful heart. I am a writer. I am still a writer, and the sound of my tapping keys will always bring me home. - Blogging Circle of Friends Day 3802 April 9th, 2025 “Where justice is denied, where poverty is enforced, where ignorance prevails, and where any one class is made to feel that society is an organized conspiracy to oppress, rob and degrade them, neither persons nor property will be safe.” ― Frederick Douglass Sounds familiar doesn't it? Your thoughts on this quote. Your thoughts on what's happening in the US. I have a dear friend who is very concerned about the current state of affairs. We recently connected and I was really affected by how agitated and legitimately afraid she was for her friends, her loved ones and her own future. We have somewhat different views on politics. Though I tend to be a bit more conservative in my political views, I am also a registered independent who finds more middle ground on most of the politically charged issues. Where she is drawn to marches and demonstrations, I am opt to avoid activism in public forums. I don't like crowds, and I seek more private, individual ways to both protest and support the issues that matter to me. I respect that for some, like my friend, those demonstrations feel like something they can do in a world, and in a time, when they feel isolated and unheard. I also understand there are many people now who feel oppressed and degraded. As time goes on, even I am starting to lose faith in the image of a strong and unified country. Learning to drive a boat is a tricky skill. Most are not as responsive as a car so when you steer, you have to anticipate what it will do. Sometimes, small movements of the wheel are best to stay on course. If you react too much, you can over correct and the boat ends up too far to the right or the left. It takes practice to anticipate the movement correctly so that those large swings in direction can be avoided. Like a big, beautiful boat, I believe that the country needed some correction. In many ways, we had reached a tipping point and had veered too far off course. I had hoped for a leader who would anticipate the moves correctly to get us back on track and to get us re-balanced. I fear more and more that what I am seeing instead, is just another severe over-correction. |
| Age 14th – A Beautiful New Chapter Advances Jaden started high school this year at age 14th. She elected to attend our local town school, and at first, I questioned her motivations for passing up her slot at the beautiful, modern, technical high school she had first applied to. I worried she was making the decision for the wrong reasons, to remain close to her middle school boyfriend or because she doubted her ability to keep up with the accelerated academics during the abbreviated schedule inn between the trade instruction. After her 8th grade counselor reached out, I began to understand that her reasons were more closely tied to something else entirely. Sure, she insisted that she was interested in pursuing education and most certainly, a more traditional pathway would give her a better opportunity to move on to college. However, it was the way she talked about wanting to stay in her town that began to convince me this was a decision she was making with both her head and her heart. She is just starting her second trimester now as a freshman. After these first three months, I can admit with absolutely certainty that our daughter made the right call. She has made us so proud with the way she has put her academics first, finding the balance between taking on a sport and staying on top of her schoolwork. She has managed her time and her commitments with a maturity that has impressed me. Her grades have been outstanding. She has thrived in the independence-inducing environment of high school. I have been repeatedly impressed with her willingness to take on challenges and self-advocate when she needs to. One of the requirements I insisted on was that she go out for a sport in high school. The benefits of belonging to any team are countless. Even I had not expected that she would find a new passion for volleyball, and not to mention, the kinds of friends that fill my heart with joy. She has been drawn to the natural camaraderie built into the sport, and the team has become a new kind of home for her, a community within a community, which has been wonderful to watch. She has worked hard her freshman season, getting better with every match and defining herself as the best kind of athlete and teammate…loyal, dedicated, encouraging, coachable and determined. She has battered the siding on the house with her endless practicing, but I have grown to love the sound of her peppering in the driveway and the satisfying “thwack’” when one of her practices serves hits the mark. I have loved the times our house has been filled with girl ballers, enthusiastically playing on their knees in our living room or making sundaes in our kitchen. I will never forget the moment I found them all, 8 or 9 girls, gathered around on her bed, animated and laughing. Jaden looked so happy, like she was exactly where she was supposed to be at this time in her young life. I backed out of the room before I could be overcome by my own happy tears. My beautiful, reserved daughter has struggled with navigating friendships. She had been hurt and disappointed in the past, and I feared it would leave her guarded. For a while, she had floundered, seemingly lost. I know she struggled with loneliness. She made choices to be by herself, rather than be someone’s second or third choice, and that had exposed her to feeling isolated and alone for a long time. By the time she graduated from middle school, she had found better footing, and we both had looked at high school with hope for a fresh start. Watching her with her teammates, I see that hope reflected back at me in her smile and in the animated way she talks about school. She smiles a lot now; on the court, on the sidelines, in the stands and in the concession line at football games, in the back of my car sandwiched between her friends. I labor under no illusions that high school will be a cake walk. It will bring challenges; it will be harder at times than anything she’s done before. I worry all the time about her, but I’ve also learned, she’s stronger than I give her credit for sometimes. She’s growing every day into her own person, building a landscape for herself of things she loves, things she won’t accept or tolerate, things she thinks are worth waiting for, and things she wants for herself and the kind of people she wants in her life. For me, I am thoroughly enjoying age 14. I love being a volleyball mom, a high school booster, getting to experience her with her friends. I loved the excitement of her first homecoming. I love the way she is discovering herself each day, defining herself and what it means to be a high schooler. I’m excited for her at every moment, and I want her fully live in this time without holding back. We recently did a stint working concessions at a home football game. It seemed that half the town was in attendance, and I experienced first-hand, the feeling of belonging to a place, not just the town, but the community. I think that was what my daughter had been looking for all along. I believe she feels that she belongs here, and that’s a wonderful thing. At 14, she is still very much a typical teenager. She prefers to spend time in her room. We have to coerce and drag her to things. She is moody and not always forthcoming in details about what’s going on in her life. She doesn’t like when I nag her, or when her Dad tells her she’s got an attitude. The fleeting moments of voluntary affection are few and far between. However random, the times she launches into conversation, or peppers me with sincere questions or graces me with her undivided attention, are moments to be treasured. They are memories to be savored and squirreled away, a growing body of evidence that we are doing a good job with raising our young human. I love my daughter unconditionally, but I am truly enjoying her at this stage..something that both surprises me and gives me great and remarkable joy. |
| "Blogging Circle of Friends " Open in new Window. Day 3656 November 7, 2024 We're all going to pass at some point in time, which piece of your own writing would you like to be remembered by/with. If not a piece of writing what other remembrance would you choose? I remember when I found out I was expecting, I had a lot of questions. I discovered that far too often, the answers were "I don't really remember", whenever I queried other women about their pregnancy journey or questions about their child's developments. I promised myself that I would try my best to document my experiences of carrying my daughter, her birth and all the various milestones and cornerstone memories as she aged. For the most part, I have at least one entry/blog reflecting on each year of her life since her birth. My plan is to compile them into a book for her one day, so she will have my testimony of what it was like to be her mother and be part of her life's journey. From time to time, I reread them. I believe they are a gift to myself, as much as for her. I get to relive all my most precious memories of this life with her - the challenging years and the beautiful moments. Those entries are the writings I would most like to be remembered for. "Blog City ~ Every Blogger's Paradise" Open in new Window. Day 2378 November 7, 2024 Prompt: "Patience is learned through waiting. " Eyen A. Gardner Write about this in your Blog entry. I am not good at patience. It is not a virtue I would ever claim to possess. I agree with the quote in the sense that sometimes, when given no choice but to wait, we discover we have more patience then we might think we have. It is uncomfortable to wait on someone else, to not have the control over the pace and march of time. |
| "Blogging Circle of Friends " Day 3600 September 9, 2024 Halloween Or Samhain is in 53 days. What costume do you think will be the most popular in 2024? Why? With Halloween only 53 days in the future, I can imagine that the upcoming election will invade almost every aspect of our lives...Halloween will be no exception. I fully anticipate getting a few Donald Trumps at my door. For the extra achievers, I can see them pulling together a Tim Waltz costume complete with a wild, white wig, and a pair of sneakers. I do believe that the most popular costumes will take their cue from the Beetlejuice sequel, out just in time to inspire and delight. Truth be told there are a lot of options. Trick or treaters can try to pull off the green wig and moldy skin of the big guy himself, and strut about in his signature black and white striped suit. Lydia's gothic, bright red wedding gown makes another Samhain-worthy choice. We might even get a sand worm or two! "Blog City ~ Every Blogger's Paradise" Day 3209-- September 9, 2024 Prompt: Dreams What do you think about dreams in general? And if you wish to elaborate, what recurring themes or symbols appear in your dreams? Are there any patterns you can identify? Dreams are tricky. On the one hand, I tend to believe that they are the clearing house for the mind. I have often dreamed about random things, snatches from the waking world that I believe my mind has processed and then decided not to retain. The dream is like a mental roomba, roaming around in one's pink matter, collecting all the pointless gibberish we've acquired by moving about the world, and then purging it to make room for other, more important thoughts. Once in a while I'll wake from a vivid dream that leaves me feeling like I've just experienced something prophetic. I don't know whether that's divine intervention, or just my mind pulling together important messages and constructing them in the way that I can best interpret. If that is true of some dreams, then what are nightmares? Are they thinly veiled warnings? I used to dream that my teeth were falling out in alarmingly frequently when I was a teenager. I was so disturbed by it that I looked in up in a bunch of books. There were a wide variety of interpretations...from loss of a loved one, to loss of personal security and stability to it being a symbol of great change, to a reflection of inaction when facing a challenge. I'm to sure if any of those explanations fit but eventually the dreams stopped. |
| Tonight there is a girl down the hall, painstakingly braiding her hair in anticipation of her first day of high school. The house is so quiet, it seems as if her intense concentration is holding all of us in a suspended state of animation. I am furiously jotting words onto paper, the scritchity-scratch of my pen is almost offensively loud. Its all I can think to do, transcribe everything I am feeling, my ink therapy on full display. I'm feeling restless and un-moored. My daughter is just hours away from taking the next big step, embarking on the most significant four years in her life. I believe we must be filled with the same angst and excitement in equal measure. Monday night, during an orientation that ran too long, I watched her bouncing her leg with manic energy. Her toe tapped a staccato beat on the auditorium floor that seemed timed to the march of questions in my head; Have I told her enough about how all this counts? ....Will she be able to make good friends? Will she put herself out there enough? Will she tell us if she needs help? How is our little girl in high school already? Where did all the years go? Where did all the time go? The last question hurts the delicate place in my heart that belongs only to her. A place created when her heartbeat first reverberated through my body like something cosmic and divine, forever altering my universe. I am consumed by the urge to go to her with more reassurances and advice, suddenly convinced that I haven't prepared her well enough for this step. She's sitting in front of her mirror, the low rumble of music coming from her phone. Her clothes are laid out for the morning, her volleyball gear and backpack and water bottle, all set and ready. She turns those green eyes to me, but all my words won't come as easily as they flowed for me before. They fail me now, balling up inside me and squeezing the air from my lungs. I sit down across from her and just watch for her for a few moments. My daughter looks composed, contentedly going through her evening routine. I marvel that she has grown into a confident, beautiful young woman right in front of my eyes. I realize that tomorrow may be harder for me than it will be for her. She's ready. She's got this. I know she does. And if she ever doesn't, I know she will tell me. There will be plenty of time for advice and reassurances over these next four years. For now, I take my thoughts to bed with me where they become the prayers all mothers say for their daughters. |
| "Blog City ~ Every Blogger's Paradise" Day 3049--March 26, 2024 Prompt: Rainy Days What does the phrase "rainy days" mean to you? And what’s your favorite way to spend a rainy day? There have been many rainy days in my neck of the woods as of late. As much as I enjoy a good soaking rain, I'd prefer to experience them with little less frequency. I miss the sunshine. I love the warm, rainy days of summer - when the sun breaks out just after a passing shower. There's always a thrill to a good thunderstorm you can watch from the safety of the kitchen windows or the monsoon rains that create large puddles and pools you can splash too. In winter months, rain can be of the freezing variety, which no one enjoys. In all cases, rain is best enjoyed with some coffee and a good book, even a small fire if its chilly. Rain can be a reprieve from yard work but also an excuse to catch up on folding laundry. I much prefer to curl up and read, or on rainy Sunday mornings, retreat back to bed with another cup of coffee and be a little lazy. "Blogging Circle of Friends " Day 3453: March 26, 2024 Prompt: “Bees do have a smell, you know, and if they don't they should, for their feet are dusted with spices from a million flowers.” Ray Bradbury, Dandelion Wine Bees...I just love bees. They are so important to our well-being and the overall health of the planet. I once read that hobby bee keepers are essential to supporting the bee population. I have long wanted a small bee hive in my yard. I love the idea of harvesting honey and filling my landscape with plants for the busy pollinators. My family venomously disagrees. My husband and daughter are scared of bees, even my very favorite, those buzzy, fat bumble bees. They have an amazing social structure and language and I really think they are fascinating. |
| "Blog City ~ Every Blogger's Paradise" Day 3048--March 25, 2024 Prompt: Five Senses and Spring Describe something(s) you experience with each of your senses every spring, and/or write about what an ideal spring day could be like. Here in the Northeast, it should be Spring. The last week weeks have been cold and blustery. We did experience a uncharacteristic week of very Spring-like weather around the last week in Feb. I'll have to draw inspiration from that time while I wait for the season to catch up a bit! Sight - Spring brings the most beautiful blue skies. Its a bright, cerulean expanse punctuated by fluffy looking tufts of white clouds. We see troops of fat, red-breasted robins crisscrossing the yard or digging for worms between the new green shoots of daffodils and lilies just emerging from the winter's slumber. Taste - Spring tastes like the those first of the season farmers markets, crisp lettuces and early onions. It tastes like those first few meals grilled outside after the cold weather fare of stews and roasts. Touch - I love sitting on the deck, and tilting by face into the warm rays of Spring sunshine. You can feel its heated fingers reaching out across the boards and pooling at your bare feet. Smell - There is definitely a smell to Spring. There is a new sweetness to the air, a composition of new buds and fledgling plants. Spring smells like fresh grass and you eagerly throw open the window welcome the scents in. I'm a child of Fall but Spring comes in as a not too distant 2nd favorite. Spring in New England always seems like a celebration of life after a long, hard Winter. "Blogging Circle of Friends " Day 3452: March 25, 2024 Prompt: “The reason birds can fly and we can't is simply because they have perfect faith, for to have faith is to have wings.” J.M. Barrie, The Little White Bird To have faith is to have wings, is such lofty phrasing. I would also argue that we can fly which, especially in my case, requires great faith. I work in the private aviation sector. Each time I have exhausted all other travel methods and have to resolve to fly, I find myself leaning on prayers and promises to God until I am back on the ground again. I am not a comfortable flyer. I see what the aircraft look like in their various states of repair. I know first hand how the airplanes are a collection of man-made bolts, slabs of metal and technological wonders but nothing at all divine, nothing sanctioned by heavens. They are machines, amazing and capable machines that we use to soar like birds. I know people who live to fly. I have clients who even describe it as being "close to God and Heaven itself". I respect their passion. I respect their faith in the machine and in the ability of the pilots who fly them. I just do not share their enthusiasm. I can appreciate how far aircraft have come, I can marvel at the human ingenuity and the craftsmanship. I prefer to stay grounded. I think we only have so many prayers in this life we can make and I fear I could use them all up if I am called to fly too often!  ** Image ID #1774840 Unavailable **  |
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