4 8 15 16 23 42.... LOST.... because the suspense is fun. I knew the first season would be the best one (and it was), but I'll keep watching until it's too ridiculous or until they get rescued... or eaten by the polar bear... or annihilated by the smoke monster!
Scottish, especially when spoken by a gentleman in a kilt. ;-)
Wow! What an awesome question! I was SO touched by Mena's TED talk, which I finally listened to yesterday. She shared a lot of thoughts that are close to my own heart. Maybe I just think too much, but often I think of how much I love my daughters and granddaughters and how much I already love the future generations that will come out of these children. It makes me sad to think that in a few generations they won't even know who their great-great-great-grandmum was... perhaps not even my name and certainly not that I thought about them and prayed for them even though they did not yet exist on earth. And that thought is not meant to be self-focused, but I know what a loss it is to not even be sure of the names and stories of my own great-grandparents... how quickly our family stories are lost in the busy-ness of life. What consumed their thoughts? Where did they invest their hearts? What were the simple, every-day events that made them laugh or cry or wonder? What were their hopes and dreams for themselves, for their children and grandchildren? What would they want me to know about them?
Long story short... I am not a gifted orator with revolutional or revelational thoughts for the world... I am simply an expert on "me" and if I could write a book about anything it would be the story of my heart... communicated to and for my family to carry with them and pass to future loved ones.
Huzzah! It's "back to school day" in our neighborhood! Now... my kids have never actually ridden the big yellow bus... they've never really even gone to school... so to speak. They are/were homeschooled so they had a very short walk to "school" and nobody thought twice about it when they showed up in their pajamas. ;-)
Even so, my girls and I always celebrate the day after Labor Day with our annual "Back to School Breakfast" at a nearby restaurant. Even though we don't follow a traditional school year calendar, our community's "back to school" day does mark a shift for us, too... in nature (autumn is just around the corner!), in the neighborhood (it's quiet!), and in our educational pursuits (can we say fieldtrips?!!).
A new experience for me this year is that I have only one student to teach. I'm kind of excited about that... I think it will be fun to zone in on her interests and explore some of her giftings more in depth. She is a fellow geek, so we have a lot of fun together learning and discovering cool stuff. This week we're putting geekery aside, though, and doing a little "time travel" in preparation for an event this weekend where we are working as historic interpreters. We are brushing up on some 18th century herbal remedies, particularly as they relate to what is currently growing in this historic site's garden. Fun!
Update: here are all my girlies at our breakfast...
My family and I are so very sad today. We, with so many others, are grieving the loss of Steve Irwin, the Croc Hunter, and most importantly a loving husband and father to Terri, Bindi and Bob. It seems unbelievable that he is gone from the earth at such a young age. He was so full of life, overflowing with passion and so dedicated to his missions in life - wildlife conservation and education and most importantly, loving his family. My girls and I have been so blessed through the years to have been entertained and inspired by Steve and Terri. I'm sure this will sound sappy and overly-dramatic, but they will always have a special place in our hearts as God particularly used a Crocodile Hunter marathon one New Year's Eve to help us get through a very difficult holiday in the midst of a devastating family tragedy. Now we are praying for Terri, Bindi and Bob as they face their heartbreaking loss. Our hearts go out to them all.
