Category: Random

Last night John and I tweaked my site a bit. It’s a cleaner, sparser pilgrimgirl portal now. Hopefully it will include a snappy new banner image soon.

just to let you know….my random taglines are back (you can refresh a few times to see them change). Yeah!

Okay, for those of you who just can’t get enough of the conversations going on at pilgrimgirl (and you know who you are), I’ve added a comment feed to the sidebar on my blog.

If you want to add my comment feed to your GoogleReader (or other reading service), you can subscribe with this URL.

Hat tip to John-with-an-h for his help in setting this up :)

So the dust is settling ’round the frame of the new & improved pilgrimgirl blog. I’m most thrilled about the categories that I’ve set up in the sidebar. But now I’ve got to sort through hundreds of old posts and categorize them. That’s going to take awhile. Whew.

From Maya Angelou via Russell at The Cultural Hall:

“If you are not angry then you are a stone. You should be angry. But you should not be bitter. Bitterness is like a cancer. It feeds on the host and doesn’t do anything to the object of its displeasure. So use that anger. You write it, you paint it, you dance it, you march it, you vote it. You do everything about it. You talk it. You never stop talking!”

A pair of poems from Helen Lawson Weber (the grandmother of a friend). Dedicated to those of you who, like me, are living in the moment and drinking deeply from life.

The Antagonists

Each day, for fear I die, I whisper to
The silken air, and murmur to the rose;
I follow fleet the silver note; I woo
Small creatures; tell my truest love; propose
To Joy, who swift embraces me; I skim
The peaks, and perch the highest mounts,
Examining distances; I search the whim
Of crystal streams and drink from many founts.
Like, when a child, I’d leap from a tall fence rail
To wild mare’s back, with hugging knees, to cling
Until she threw me off—so I will flail
And badger Life, demanding everything;
Life will be glad she is rid of me to Death;
I will wear her out, and leave her, gasping breath!

To Life

Life, ere you waste me with your senseless pain,
And your Successor stop my mouth with mud
And bid my powdered bones to share domain
With feeding roots; Life, while your ardent blood
Still pumps my heart, O I would dance once more,
And flaunt delight, and catch raindrops on
My cheek, and race with wind along the shore,
Bareback astride a horse—laughing at dawn.
When you outdistance me, and all my force
Proves not enough to keep survive this shell;
Not I the one to rail and fret me hoarse;
Instead white flame held high, I’ll wave farewell—
Though as you vanish, “Fiend!” I’ll call, and “Cheat!”
But know this now: Ever I cry you sweet!