“Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing there is a field. I’ll meet you there. When the soul lies down in that grass the world is too full to talk about.” -Rumi

“When I am with you, we stay up all night. When you’re not here, I can’t go to sleep. Praise God for those two insomnias! And the difference between them.” -Rumi

We will have to repent in this generation not merely for the hateful words and actions of the bad people but for the appalling silence of the good people. — “Letter from Birmingham Jail,” April 16, 1963

Respect your haters. They are the ones who think you are better than them. -Unknown

You don’t understand, no-one does. When a woman makes the choice to marry, to have children; in one way her life begins but in another way it stops. You build a life of details. You become a mother, a wife and you stop and stay steady so that your children can move. And when they leave they take your life of details with them. And then you’re expected move again only you don’t remember what moves you because no-one has asked in so long. Not even yourself. You never in your life think that love like this can happen to you. -Francesca, Bridges of Madison County

“Motherfuckin’ tittysuckin’ two-balled bitch!” -Agent Zoil – Paul

Random and Odd

Who’s all out there?

18 March, 2008 /

Recently I found out that a wonderful, old friend read my blog. And since I have her attention I want her to know that I love her very much and I am glad that I get to see her face and name popping up here and there.

It got me to thinking about the sites that I read as a lurker and wondering…is there someone I use to know, go to school with, childhood friend, old teacher or co-worker…that reads my blog?
Are you lurking out there?

As for the sites I lurk out…I sometimes leave comments, but it’s no one I ‘knew’ from anywhere. Finding people I know is nearly impossible. If it wasn’t for MySpace, I would continue to believe that people I once knew had fallen off the face of the earth or eaten by a pack of Great Danes.

Well, did you know me? How come you haven’t said anything?

Ever wonder who reads yours?