August 2011
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A South Carolina Ghost Story
A laundress, newly moved to Charleston following the Civil War, found herself awakened at the stroke of twelve each night by the rumble of heavy wheels passing in the street. But she lived on a dead end street, and had no explanation for the noise. Her husband would not allow her to look out the window when she heard the sounds, telling her to leave well enough alone. Finally, she asked the...
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The Passion of The Christ
I wouldn’t call myself religious. In fact, the existence of God is something I’ve denied for years, up until very recently when my views seem to be less guarded by the bad in my life and more open. But whenever I hear somebody mention the Passion of The Christ, I get tingles because the film is amazing. I think, more than anything, it’s the historic value it gives. We know -...
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“Sick of crying, tired of trying.
Yeah, I’m smiling
But inside, I’m...”
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“Has anything you’ve done made your life better ?”
– American History X (via analysisofthehumanrace)
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An Oregon Ghost Story
We’d timed our visit to Pendleton to coincide with the Roundup, and had managed to snag one of the very last hotel rooms in town. My husband was a big rodeo fan and was as excited as a little kid to be attending the famous Pendleton Roundup. I myself was looking forward to the rodeo, and very much enjoyed the Wild West feel of the town, but my biggest wish for this trip was to visit the famous...
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MCMXIV
Those long uneven lines Standing as patiently As if they were stretched outside The Oval or Villa Park, The crowns of hats, the sun On moustached archaic faces Grinning as if it were all An August Bank Holiday lark;
And the shut shops, the bleached Established names on the sunblinds, The farthings and sovereigns, And dark-clothed children at play Called after kings and queens, The tin...
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‘England, you had better go, There is nothing else that you ought to do, You lump of survival value, you are too slow. England, you have been here tooo long, And the songs you sing are the songs you sung On a braver day. Now they are wrong. And as you sing the sliver slips from your lips, And the governing garment sits ridiculously on your hips. It is a pity that you are still too cunning to...
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Pennsylvania Ghost Story
Susan and Ned were driving through a wooded empty section of highway. Lightning flashed, thunder roared, the sky went dark in the torrential downpour. “We’d better stop,” said Susan. Ned nodded his head in agreement. He stepped on the brake, and suddenly the car started to slide on the slick pavement. They plunged off the road and slid to a halt at the bottom of an incline. ...
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Psalm 31. It's def one of my favorites
In you, LORD, I have taken refuge; let me never be put to shame; deliver me in your righteousness. 2 Turn your ear to me, come quickly to my rescue; be my rock of refuge, a strong fortress to save me. 3 Since you are my rock and my fortress, for the sake of your name lead and guide me. 4 Keep me free from the trap that is set for me, for you are my refuge. 5 Into...