You Got Your Peanut Butter on My Chocolate!
Discussions on grieving infant death & stillbirth; only the strength of the Lord makes it possible to tell the tale...
this looks like it was taken from the little park that's behind LHC. The magpies are so awesome over there.
I loved my time at Loretto. I had a few profs influence my life with lasting principles. It was a time in my life when it was about finding me--though I think I was more lost at the end of my career there than I expected.
I wasn't yet a mother or a wife with household and IRS responsibilities. I was on my own in a whole new city. There were no high school friends or siblings to go with me. I was on my own and investing in me. At least that's what I thought I was doing.
Of course, I drank too much, partied too much, and fell in with yahoo's who did the same thing. I think U2 says it best when they exclaim that they still haven't found what they're looking for. I don't know as if we ever will on this side of the Rainbow. There's a part of us that will always be restless and just a little lost.
But in spite of that earthly anxiety, I rest in the same promises of God that motivated the Sisters of Loretto to further themselves in education. The same Spirit who motivated them to climb those blasted stairs every single day of their lives is the same Spirit who prompts me to persevere in similar hardships.
To my astonishment, I found out after I'd studied all that liberal artsy intellectual stuff that it's only the peace of Christ which keeps the heart & mind. I learned that to partake in religious study books and such doesn't necessarily teach the heart about religion or the objective of it. It's the love of God which is shed abroad in our hearts that provides the "aahh-ha" moments - see Romans 5.
I truly loved my time at Loretto, and I would do it all over in a heartbeat. But I kid you not when I say that I've loved studying the bible so much more than any other subject I ever studied on that lovely campus. The information found in the bible has gotten me through the darkest blows of my life. It gave me assurance, comfort, love, and answers to so many "why's" that have befallen my life.
the back side of the Ad Building coming at it from the NW. We walked back & forth from the dorms multiple times a day from the road where this is taken. Machebeuf Hall where we grubbed three squares is off camera to the right.
omgosh all the treks across that field to meet the bus on Federal Blvd. and the Bluegrass Festival gatherings we held there -- seriously good times!
and yes, I've been all the way up to the top--several times. It's the scariest, most thrilling thing I ever did in Denver next to riding the Original Mr. Twister, and birthing my son.
Texas (Galveston/03 - "Bishop's Palace" @ 1402 Broadway)
Sketch by: Mark E. Hickey of Greensboro, Georgia.
In Galveston’s great period of mansion building--the 1870s, 80s and 90s--Gresham’s commission of Nicholas Clayton, Galveston’s premier architect, resulted in Clayton’s most spectacular residential design and arguably the finest of the “Broadway beauties.”
Constructed of steel and stone (it survived the Great Storm of 1900 virtually unscathed), the Bishop's Palace soars three stories over a raised basement level, with steep roofs and long sculptural chimneys. The building is classified as "Chateauesque," a derivative of the French revival style popular in the last quarter of the 19th century. It has many distinctive touches, ranging from varicolored stone to round Romanesque and depressed Tudor arches. Its facade features highly articulated carvings of plants, animals, people and other creatures.
The 7,500 square feet of interiors are as lavish, with rare woods and ornate and idiosyncratic details. The front parlor boasts a large fireplace mantel made of Santo Domingo mahogany that was a first-place winner of the 1876 World's Fair in Philadelphia. In the adjoining music room is a mantel made of onyx, pewter and silver that won a first prize at the New Orleans Exhibition.
Built of stone and steel for the railroad magnate Walter Gresham and his family, this famous house was designed by Nicholas Clayton, Galveston’s premier Victorian-era architect. The Bishop’s Palace is recognized as one of America’s finest examples of Victorian exuberance and Gilded Age extravagance.
And look at this one!!! Absolutely gorgeous! The caption posted with the foto reads:
Texas (Galveston/02 - "Bishop's Palace" @ 1402 Broadway)
Sketch by: Mark E. Hickey of Greensboro, Georgia.
The Bishop’s Palace is one of the best known and most widely recognized historic attractions in the country. It is listed by the U. S. Department of the Interior as a National Historic Landmark, and has been named by the American Institute of Architects as the 14th most important Victorian building in America.
The house was built from 1887 to 1892 for Colonel Walter Gresham and his wife Josephine, with whom he had nine children. An attorney and entrepreneur, Gresham came to Galveston from Virginia following his service in the Civil War. He was a founder of the Gulf, Colorado and Santa Fe Railroad, eventually working to bring about the merger of the Santa Fe with the Atchison and Topeka Railroad. He also served in the Texas Legislature.
The Blythe gal who shared this photo said,
"Princess Milky spent the Australia Day weekend with us at Dwellingup. All Blythe are forest girls deep down I think."
Her name is Smittee and I learned that Dwellingup is in Western Australia.
http://www.walkabout.com.au/locations/WADwellingup.shtml
Isn't she gorgeous. I happened upon her at Flickr and thought I needed to show off this member's beautiful bird. I bet her wings are gorgeous too!
In fact, I think I have a book with all manner of pincushion patterns; I know I've got felt scraps. I may need to get up and away from this box of bolts and go sit at the sewing machine instead...
this would be a fabulous and simple craft to do with felt & flannel scraps. soooo many projects, so little time...
I'm member of a fabulous cupcake group at Flickr. This photo is lovely, and I'm sure the shoppe bakery executive is even more lovely.
Of course the cupcakes are delightful, and I can only imagine the family who ordered these for their little baby's first birthday party. I can imagine that it was a fun & festive time for the baby's parents, grandparents and all their friends.
I guess the operative phrase for me is, "I can only imagine..." They probably can't imagine making a flower cake for the cemetery that looks just as stinkin' cute and cost a hell of a lot more in grief & sorrow.
I guess Debbie Downer is my new lot in life. Always a party pooper, never a party girl. I don't begrudge them their party; really, I don't. I just wish my girls had gotten to be one and have a gooey pink cupcake party with my friends. There were very few of my pre-Abigail friends who shared Abigail's birthday with me. It's been a lonely to walk in the shadows of other people's pink cupcake parties...