Prolly All the Time

a moment of silence and desperation

I am whispering prayers for all those impacted by yesterday's violence in London.  There is no cause on this earth that is worth the lives of innocent people.  And I cannot believe that any god, by any name, would condone this kind of action in his/her behalf.

It breaks my heart that as human beings, we are capable of such hatred. I only pray and desperately hope that we will all recognize that this is unacceptable and work together to create a world where hate has no room to grow. And not do so with guns and bombs, but with patience and understanding...

Blessed are the meek, for they shall inherit the earth...

Blessed are the peacemakers, for they shalled be called the children of God. (Matt. 5:3, 5:9)

An Update

Upon arriving home yesterday, my wonderful husband M., informed me that he wanted to discuss my blog.  He was concerned by my infrequent postings and wanted to really encourage me to get back into the swing of things.

I paused here in the conversation, wondering (silently) to myself what has sparked this sudden interest in my online confessional?  Why is M. showing concern for this personal project that heretofore he encouraged, but never with such gusto or conviction.  We continued...

He expressed his opinion that I really need to post more frequently -- that he believed it was a positive outlet for me.  [Is he trying to get me to write so that I will stop bothering him with my incessant chatter...  I have been known to be, lets say, chatty...] He also indicated that there were some aspects of the blog that he didn't really like.  [Aha, confirmed my inner monologue.  Now we come to it, the true motivation for this little discussion.  Could it be that he feels like I am not affectionate enough with him, have i portrayed him unfairly in his eyes???]

Nothing so complicated...  In fact, M. doesn't like his Internet ego's nickname.  "M." isn't doing it for him.  He doesn't feel that it accurately represents all that he is, all of his potential.  He has requested a change, post haste.

We discussed options, ranging from NAILS to Pinky (his office nickname recently arrived upon as a result of me introducing a pink polo into his wardrobe...  very progressive and creative of his co-workers, yes?) to LOVER (which, incidentally, makes both of our skins crawl.  We have a couple acquaintance that we sometimes see at parties, etc who refer to each other in public as "lover", it is weird)...  ultimately, my husband decided to really break out and request the following new nick-name.  So, without further delay, I humbly re-introduce y'all to my love, my heartburn...

N.

(that's right, all that fuss and discussion to go one letter up in the alphabet...  earth shattering.  I was so worn out, I had to go directly to bed.)