RANDOM ACTS OF KINDNESS FOR FRIDAY MARCH 29, 2024:
Take old blankets and towels to a local animal shelter.
QUESTION FOR FRIDAY MARCH 29, 2024:
Where Is The Most Relaxing Place You’ve Ever Been To?
MANTRA FOR FRIDAY MARCH 29, 2024:
I am worthy of love.
Haiku Poem
By: Tara Kimberley Torme
Right here in White Rock
Listening to free music
Everything is cool
Sunday December 20, 2020
Haiku Poem # 1
By: Tara Kimberley Torme
I do go want to
Pet as many cats I can
I do miss my cats
RACHEL TAYLOR’S RESPONSE TO MY HAIKU POEM # 1 FOR SUNDAY DECEMBER 20, 2020:
I do really want
My puppy to be here now
Try to stay patient
Haiku Poem # 2
By: Tara Kimberley Torme If
If I needed a
Place to stay you would only
Just turn me away.
RACHEL TAYLOR’S RESPONSE TO MY HAIKU POEM # 2 FOR SUNDAY DECEMBER 20, 2020:
If I needed a
Place to stay you would never
Reach out to help me
‘Who Are You, O God?’
What keeps us from seeking our soul’s deepest desire? Most often it is the ego. Few of us have the courage to pray as St. Francis did—“Who are you, O God? And who am I?”—because we don’t really want to know the answer. While our souls long for intimate unions with God, unions in which we can no longer distinguish our deepest selves from the Divine, our ego selves understand the price of these unions: the loss of our hard-fought external identities. We’ve spent our entire lives crafting an identity to present to the world, and our egos are terrified at the prospect of that identity being consumed in the flame of God’s great love. For if we follow our soul’s desire, we will be left standing defenseless and out of control, which is precisely where we need to be to experience the sheer delight and the richness of God’s consuming love for us. The Good News for our souls is that the fire of God’s love is relentless and will eventually break through our well-formed heat shields. When that happens, we too will become a fire of consuming love that draws in everyone around us.
— from the book Eucharistic Adoration: Reflections in the Franciscan Tradition by the Franciscan Sisters of Perpetual Adoration
Tuesday March 10, 1992
Dear Tara Rankin,
We stopped off at Kalamazoo as planned. We stayed at the Red Roof Inn in Room 144. The house keeper’s name was Heidi. We passed through Chicago and ate in Chilis Grill & Bar in Skokie a suburb of Chicago. For lunch I had baby back ribs & chicken noodle soup in a cup.
Love,
Tara Kimberley Torme
Friday April 6, 2018
boondoggle
PRONUNCIATION: (BOON-dog-uhl)
MEANING: noun: 1. A pointless project funded as a political favor. 2. A holiday trip to an exotic location, disguised as a business trip. 3. Braided cord, made of plastic strips, fabric, etc. verb intr.: 1. To do useless or trivial work. 2. To go on a business trip in which the real purpose is relaxation or fun. 3. To braid plastic strips, fabric, etc.
ETYMOLOGY: Coined by scoutmaster Robert H. Link. Earliest documented use: 1929.
NOTES: The original boondoggle was a braided cord made by Boy Scouts. In 1935, a New York Times article quoted someone criticizing a New Deal program to train jobless to make handicrafts as a boondoggle. Since then this sense of the word has become more common.
USAGE: “Officials thoroughly understood Seattleites’ concerns that the new arena was a boondoggle benefiting mainly sports franchise owners.” Bill Mullins; Becoming Big League; University of Washington Press; 2013.
“Jeffrey Neely, the General Services Administration employee pictured in a hot tub sipping wine on taxpayer money, retired with full benefits after the lavish 2010 Las Vegas boondoggle he planned was uncovered in the media.” Betsy McCaughey; Liberty Belle; Creators Publishing; 2015.
A THOUGHT FOR TODAY: Conscience is a dog that does not stop us from passing but that we cannot prevent from barking. -Nicolas de Chamfort, writer (6 Apr 1741-1794)
Name Days For Friday March 29, 2024:
DIXON April 3 (Canada & U.S.)
Dobiegniew January 20 (Poland)
Dobrawa January 15 (Poland)
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