Part of me is dying to sign up for Nanowrimo again. Last year I only finished about 17,000 words but I was pleased anyway, since I didn't think I'd even get that much written. I just reread part of my first chapter and I still think it's good. I can't latch onto the concept that writing junk is worthwhile, but it's certainly fun to give myself the limited time of one month to write my brains out.
This year it may be impossible:I'm entranced with Soul Food and have no intention of leaving it even for a month, Crown Financial will last most of November and Jim, from CoffeeHouse says we'll be starting up the crit group within the next couple of weeks.
Still. I have two ideas that have been niggling to be written for ages. One is a collection of short stories that I'd call The Girl Who Loved Doors, and the
other, a combination of fiction and non-fiction called Connecting My Dots.
So, we'll just have to see if it will happen.
Tuesday, September 27, 2005
Sunday, September 25, 2005
Crown Financial Ministries
What a satisfying day I had today. Our Crown Financial Ministries' group met for the second time after church. It's an interesting concept, studying the Bible to see what it has to say about finances. Turns out it's a lot more than "The love of money is the root of all evil." According to Crown, there are 2,350 verses linked to money, how we make, spend, give and save it.
We're a small group, just our leader Carlos, Ruth, Lois, Betty and I but our discussions have been animated and interesting. There's something about a small church study group that brings out the best in people. I already sense a new closeness and affection building among us. Reading our homework responses and discussing the Bible verses opens the door to sharing our faith and, although the opinions sometimes raise questions rather than answer them, faith is strengthened. It will be a good ten weeks
We're a small group, just our leader Carlos, Ruth, Lois, Betty and I but our discussions have been animated and interesting. There's something about a small church study group that brings out the best in people. I already sense a new closeness and affection building among us. Reading our homework responses and discussing the Bible verses opens the door to sharing our faith and, although the opinions sometimes raise questions rather than answer them, faith is strengthened. It will be a good ten weeks
Thanks Blogger
I got spammed today. The spammer seemed to think they were doing me a favor and promised to get in touch again. No thanks. Blogger now has word verification to discourage unwanted comments. Thanks, Blogger.
Tuesday, September 06, 2005
Katrina's Artists and Writers
Soul Food has just set up a blog called Artists without Borders. It came about because of Katrina but will be available to displaced artists and writers anywhere in the world. We hope to offer a venue to writers and artists from the Gulf Coast who have access to computers and also to supply creative ways to help the victims of the hurricane. http://borderfree.blogspot.com/
Friday, August 05, 2005
Lost as Usual
What you don't know can hurt you. Yep.
It looks like I've lost my original posts to The Lemurian Abbey, the first blog I joined at Soul Food. I hope Heather has some idea how to find them. I read today, in Blogger (where?) you can go as far back as 300 in the archives, just after I discovered the Abbey is now up to five hundred plus. I had some good stuff in there. I especially wanted to find the piece I meant to continue in Fantasy Cove.
I lost my Word copies when my machine crashed the beginning of the year. What I should do is make hard copies at work of all my posts. They can be found by title, but I doubt if I remember what I titled them.
Ah--a clarification--the blogs are there and can be accessed through the monthly archives, but they can't be edited after three hundred so they don't show on that screen. Happy again. Sigh.
It looks like I've lost my original posts to The Lemurian Abbey, the first blog I joined at Soul Food. I hope Heather has some idea how to find them. I read today, in Blogger (where?) you can go as far back as 300 in the archives, just after I discovered the Abbey is now up to five hundred plus. I had some good stuff in there. I especially wanted to find the piece I meant to continue in Fantasy Cove.
I lost my Word copies when my machine crashed the beginning of the year. What I should do is make hard copies at work of all my posts. They can be found by title, but I doubt if I remember what I titled them.
Ah--a clarification--the blogs are there and can be accessed through the monthly archives, but they can't be edited after three hundred so they don't show on that screen. Happy again. Sigh.
Monday, July 11, 2005
Manipulating the News
I don't usually look at TV news, especially just before I go to bed, but the night of the subway bombings in London I did. Big mistake. After the coverage of the tragedy in England, the station showed preparations etc. in the U.S., mostly NY-NJ, including a politician who described how under-funded and dangerous his own area is (so narrow no one would ever be able to get out alive--to paraphrase.) It's always amazing to me how much information we're willing to give terrorists. I guess we don't think they read the papers or watch the news.
The next story told about police officers who murdered eight or nine people for the mob. I turned the set off when it was followed by a hit and run in which a flower girl was killed. Enough--too much--please Lord, have mercy on our world and its people.
When events threaten to overpower me with sadness and fear I pray--I'm Christian--it's what I do--then I flip the messenger on its back and pummel all the good I can out of it.
Radio news and talk shows get to be too much--I turn on classical music and channel my emotions into a symphony by Tchaikovsky, Beethoven, or Dvorak (his Noon-day Witch and Watergoblin give fear a real workout!) Or. Light FM. Nothing's better than singing It's Rainin' Men with the Weather Girls.
TV's harder to deal with. For one thing, during a tragedy they beat you senseless with repetition. Pictures get burned into memory like acid on metal and the problem is it's hard to pull away. But I do. Eventually. Mindless comedies don't cut it for me, so I turn to PBS, or if there's a good drama on, I'll try that.
Computers work better than anything. I've been brushing up on my high school French at about.com, so for practice I go to Yahoo France, Canada, or Switzerland and try to read the same story I've been hearing all day in French. It's surprising how the mindset changes when it has to struggle to translate paragraphs into passable English.
Maybe that's the whole key to staying sane. Read and listen to the news only in a language you don't completely understand. And don't look at the pictures.
The next story told about police officers who murdered eight or nine people for the mob. I turned the set off when it was followed by a hit and run in which a flower girl was killed. Enough--too much--please Lord, have mercy on our world and its people.
When events threaten to overpower me with sadness and fear I pray--I'm Christian--it's what I do--then I flip the messenger on its back and pummel all the good I can out of it.
Radio news and talk shows get to be too much--I turn on classical music and channel my emotions into a symphony by Tchaikovsky, Beethoven, or Dvorak (his Noon-day Witch and Watergoblin give fear a real workout!) Or. Light FM. Nothing's better than singing It's Rainin' Men with the Weather Girls.
TV's harder to deal with. For one thing, during a tragedy they beat you senseless with repetition. Pictures get burned into memory like acid on metal and the problem is it's hard to pull away. But I do. Eventually. Mindless comedies don't cut it for me, so I turn to PBS, or if there's a good drama on, I'll try that.
Computers work better than anything. I've been brushing up on my high school French at about.com, so for practice I go to Yahoo France, Canada, or Switzerland and try to read the same story I've been hearing all day in French. It's surprising how the mindset changes when it has to struggle to translate paragraphs into passable English.
Maybe that's the whole key to staying sane. Read and listen to the news only in a language you don't completely understand. And don't look at the pictures.
Friday, July 08, 2005
Prayers for England
My heart breaks for the British people after yesterday's tragedy. My sadness today is for you--my prayers for your dead and injured and all who love and mourn them, my thoughts for your rescue workers, and my hope for your leaders. God's blessings to all of you. Have courage.
Thursday, June 30, 2005
Bush and the Bunker Buster
Robust Nuclear Earth Penetrator or RNEP is the newest idea President Bush has for the war on terror. He wants to spend $8.5 to research a nuclear "Bunker Buster" that
could be used to blow up underground command centers or storage centers for chemical and biological weapons. The Pentagon already has an animation showing how many millions of people would either be blown up along with it or suffer from the fallout.
The Union of Concerned Scientists has already determined that it wouldn't go far enough into the earth to hit the bunkers, could miss destroying the chemical and biological weapons and send them up into the atmosphere along with the fall-out.
I have never been a political person, sometimes to my embarrassment, and this blog was never intended for politics, but what's with Bush? He's scaring us by saying Iran and Korea have nuclear weapons, we spent years trying to convince the Russians and the rest of the world to give up building and testing them and now he wants to research this thing? Are we supposed to be the only country trustworthy enough and moral enough to handle nuclear arms?
That's a scary thought.
could be used to blow up underground command centers or storage centers for chemical and biological weapons. The Pentagon already has an animation showing how many millions of people would either be blown up along with it or suffer from the fallout.
The Union of Concerned Scientists has already determined that it wouldn't go far enough into the earth to hit the bunkers, could miss destroying the chemical and biological weapons and send them up into the atmosphere along with the fall-out.
I have never been a political person, sometimes to my embarrassment, and this blog was never intended for politics, but what's with Bush? He's scaring us by saying Iran and Korea have nuclear weapons, we spent years trying to convince the Russians and the rest of the world to give up building and testing them and now he wants to research this thing? Are we supposed to be the only country trustworthy enough and moral enough to handle nuclear arms?
That's a scary thought.
Saturday, June 18, 2005
Back to the Drawing Board
Working on my website today. I found a pattern on Homestead that I really like, it's a faint map of the world used as the background. I wish I knew how to transfer text from my previous pages to the new design efficiently, but I don't. Cutting and pasting doesn't work. I'm stuck with retyping everything. I'll be changing a lot, but still, it's tedious and time consuming.
Homestead now has loads of stock photos available, thank goodness. I never had many graphics and my pages were visually boring. I found some great globe pictures that fit in nicely with my theme. It's revved up my enthusiasm! I won't even hazard a guess at how long it will take me to rewrite and republish, but I've started and that's the main thing. Back to work!
Homestead now has loads of stock photos available, thank goodness. I never had many graphics and my pages were visually boring. I found some great globe pictures that fit in nicely with my theme. It's revved up my enthusiasm! I won't even hazard a guess at how long it will take me to rewrite and republish, but I've started and that's the main thing. Back to work!
Friday, June 10, 2005
Opportunity Lost or Tragedy Averted?
I woke up this morning to pouring rain and thunder. Since I can't use an umbrella due to a disability, I cancelled Access Link, which would have taken me food shopping, and rescheduled for tomorrow.
An hour later, the sun came out.
I hate shopping on the week-end. It's crowded, hard to get a motorized cart, and waiting for a cab while my Hagen Daz melts does nothing for my disposition.
Whenever I'm annoyed and second-guessing, I think about a friend of my Dad's, a truck driver, who swerved on wet pavement to avoid a collision and flipped his truck. He was pinned underneath and his ankle was shattered. The doctors were amazed that he walked again and went back to driving for a living. Determination and faith paid off. He was a gutsy guy.
He taught me a good lesson. I remember him talking about that day and musing that if he'd left home a minute earlier or later he wouldn't have been in the path of the other vehicle and the accident might not have happened; a tragedy would have been averted, months of pain and therapy cancelled out in a wink.
But--
why do we always tend to think in terms of opportunity lost? The job we didn't get, the love of our life who got away, the lottery ticket a number shy of a million dollars. Always a bridesmaid we complain, never a bride.
What about tragedies averted? Does it take more imagination than we possess to envisage a brick that wasn't hurled through our windshield, a divorce lawyer we didn't have to pay because we got dumped, temptations and vices we avoided because we never became rich enough to afford them?
Something really strange happened right after I finished writing this piece. My neighbor's gutter, over-full due to the storm, crashed down onto their half finished back porch. Fortunately, the carpenter was out to lunch. How 'bout that?
An hour later, the sun came out.
I hate shopping on the week-end. It's crowded, hard to get a motorized cart, and waiting for a cab while my Hagen Daz melts does nothing for my disposition.
Whenever I'm annoyed and second-guessing, I think about a friend of my Dad's, a truck driver, who swerved on wet pavement to avoid a collision and flipped his truck. He was pinned underneath and his ankle was shattered. The doctors were amazed that he walked again and went back to driving for a living. Determination and faith paid off. He was a gutsy guy.
He taught me a good lesson. I remember him talking about that day and musing that if he'd left home a minute earlier or later he wouldn't have been in the path of the other vehicle and the accident might not have happened; a tragedy would have been averted, months of pain and therapy cancelled out in a wink.
But--
why do we always tend to think in terms of opportunity lost? The job we didn't get, the love of our life who got away, the lottery ticket a number shy of a million dollars. Always a bridesmaid we complain, never a bride.
What about tragedies averted? Does it take more imagination than we possess to envisage a brick that wasn't hurled through our windshield, a divorce lawyer we didn't have to pay because we got dumped, temptations and vices we avoided because we never became rich enough to afford them?
Something really strange happened right after I finished writing this piece. My neighbor's gutter, over-full due to the storm, crashed down onto their half finished back porch. Fortunately, the carpenter was out to lunch. How 'bout that?
Friday, February 25, 2005
Tugging the Strings
The Lemurian Abbey project at Soul Food Cafe has become an amazing experience for me. I'm always fascinated with how life tugs on all the strings at once when it decides it's "time" to learn or do a particular thing. So, here comes Lent and Heather announces she's going to build a monastery, I'm reading a Maxxie Dunnam book with a cloister on the cover, had already decided to do a series of meditations and there's an altered book on the prayer of St. Francis niggling at the back of my brain.
My creative plans usually take on their own erratic twists and turns and my meditations this year are no exception. I had expected them to be rather straight forward, but they've evolved into a fictional account of daily life in Lemurian Abbey. I've placed myself there along with my cat and parrot. The first thing I was told by the abbess was, "You have everything you need."
I've started writing every day and have begun the often put-off altered book. I've learned there are always too many choices and the trick is to choose and get on with it, I've discovered that lack of focus, and impatience can bring me down, but admitting my own faults can put me back on target.
This morning I woke up wondering if my cell at the abbey is the dry run for the move I must make one day. If so, I'll remember that all I took with me were my faith, my pets, and some art and writing supplies. And I'll remember the tiny window high up in the wall that supplied all the light I needed and grew bigger every day.
My creative plans usually take on their own erratic twists and turns and my meditations this year are no exception. I had expected them to be rather straight forward, but they've evolved into a fictional account of daily life in Lemurian Abbey. I've placed myself there along with my cat and parrot. The first thing I was told by the abbess was, "You have everything you need."
I've started writing every day and have begun the often put-off altered book. I've learned there are always too many choices and the trick is to choose and get on with it, I've discovered that lack of focus, and impatience can bring me down, but admitting my own faults can put me back on target.
This morning I woke up wondering if my cell at the abbey is the dry run for the move I must make one day. If so, I'll remember that all I took with me were my faith, my pets, and some art and writing supplies. And I'll remember the tiny window high up in the wall that supplied all the light I needed and grew bigger every day.
Monday, February 21, 2005
Learning from Mistakes
I've been writing a lot for The Abbey in Soul Food Cafe. While checking the new posts today, I spotted three typos in the last paragraph of my carefully spell-checked story. When I went back to edit I discovered that every Oreo (my cat's name) and every Tookey (my parrot's name) had been changed to ore and took. I must have clicked something thinking it would keep all the Oreos and Tookeys, when in truth it replaced them all. As Edison once said, "I now know 100 or so ways not to make a lightbulb." Live and learn.
Sunday, February 13, 2005
Learning from Others
O Lord, teach me to live my life without the "buts." Teach me to not qualify my joys with constant disclaimers, but to accept and relish each one in its entirety.
Monday, January 24, 2005
Wasted Time
I spent most of the afternoon writing a piece for Soul Food Cafe and it didn't publish. Talk about frustrating! The only thing I can figure is that blogger has a time limit and I exceeded it. From now on, I'll just have to cut and paste from Word to be on the safe side. You'd think they would tell you that somewhere in the FAQs. Shame on you blogger!
Wednesday, January 19, 2005
A Moslem and a Christian
A few days before Christmas, a young Moslem woman asked if I'd show her how to write Merry Christmas so she could make 25 cards for her little boy to give to his classmates. I made a few samples and she copied them fairly well, but I could see the idea of writing so many was a daunting project for her.
I offered to write them and we began to talk. I told her I was sorry for what the decent Moslems had gone through since 9/11. I mentioned that I'd received an e-mail that quoted verse 9-11 in the Koran as saying, something to the effect, that the eagle would overcome them. When I checked on the Internet, verse 9-11 said nothing of the sort.
She told me she'd heard no Jews had died in the Towers and I promised to check. The next time we met I told her the victim's page had lots of Jewish names and they estimated that between 400-500 Jews died that day. So, two hateful myths were laid to rest.
This week she came to see if I'd receeived a gift she'd delivered two weeks earlier. While I was unwrapping a box of chocolates and a pair of candlesticks I hadn't known about, she left with a wave and an impish grin.
So, how about it world? Making friends isn't really that hard.
If you receive an e-mail or hear something aimed at making you hate or distrust, please check it out and set the record straight. Please.
I offered to write them and we began to talk. I told her I was sorry for what the decent Moslems had gone through since 9/11. I mentioned that I'd received an e-mail that quoted verse 9-11 in the Koran as saying, something to the effect, that the eagle would overcome them. When I checked on the Internet, verse 9-11 said nothing of the sort.
She told me she'd heard no Jews had died in the Towers and I promised to check. The next time we met I told her the victim's page had lots of Jewish names and they estimated that between 400-500 Jews died that day. So, two hateful myths were laid to rest.
This week she came to see if I'd receeived a gift she'd delivered two weeks earlier. While I was unwrapping a box of chocolates and a pair of candlesticks I hadn't known about, she left with a wave and an impish grin.
So, how about it world? Making friends isn't really that hard.
If you receive an e-mail or hear something aimed at making you hate or distrust, please check it out and set the record straight. Please.
Tuesday, January 18, 2005
From One Blog to Another
Every time I add to my blog, I check out a couple of others. The variety is amazing, just today I saw a barely comprehensible teen-age blog, sped past a pornographic one, tried to decipher one written in Slovakian, where I think the writer was apologising for being sick ( cognates) and finally came to an Iranian one.
I scanned past the Arabic just to see if there were any pictures. There was one that I couldn't quite make out and it made me uneasy. Their laws state that for murder or sexual offense a girl can be executed from the age of 9, a boy from 16.
They mentioned the case of one girl sentenced for prostitution. Civil rights groups claim she is retarded and was forced into prostitution at age 8 and had a child at 9. The government disagrees.
The site also claims 20 or so people whipped each other into a suicide frenzy against the U.S. and that Iran recently unveiled a statue or column honoring the terrorists who killed American soldiers some years ago. No, I didn't keep the name of the blog.
Add scary to the list of blog topics. What a world.
I scanned past the Arabic just to see if there were any pictures. There was one that I couldn't quite make out and it made me uneasy. Their laws state that for murder or sexual offense a girl can be executed from the age of 9, a boy from 16.
They mentioned the case of one girl sentenced for prostitution. Civil rights groups claim she is retarded and was forced into prostitution at age 8 and had a child at 9. The government disagrees.
The site also claims 20 or so people whipped each other into a suicide frenzy against the U.S. and that Iran recently unveiled a statue or column honoring the terrorists who killed American soldiers some years ago. No, I didn't keep the name of the blog.
Add scary to the list of blog topics. What a world.
Ah, Winter!
The bitter cold we're having reminds me of a time years ago when my father and I had to transport several sick cats back and forth to the vet's. Dad was one of the gentlest men I've ever known, but he hated the cold with a passion.
"If cold was a living thing, I'd kick it in the shins!" he told me.
"And I'd hold it down," I admitted with a shiver.
"I'd pound on its head until its eyes popped," he continued.
The conversation got more gruesome each time we went out. Neither of us could believe the other could even come up with such horrible stuff.
I just went out in -2 windchill to feed the birds and squirrels--and ya' know, if winter was a living thing, I think I'd pull its hair out by the roots!
"If cold was a living thing, I'd kick it in the shins!" he told me.
"And I'd hold it down," I admitted with a shiver.
"I'd pound on its head until its eyes popped," he continued.
The conversation got more gruesome each time we went out. Neither of us could believe the other could even come up with such horrible stuff.
I just went out in -2 windchill to feed the birds and squirrels--and ya' know, if winter was a living thing, I think I'd pull its hair out by the roots!
Thursday, January 13, 2005
Depression
I meet so many people on the internet suffering from depression. I know one can go through it for valid reasons, but there are also times when there seems to be no justification for it at all. It's frightening and puzzling to those around us and most of all to the person who's depressed.
I have no quick fix or easy answer. I read a line somewhere that made me smile. It said, "If you're going through hell, don't stop, keep going!"
So, keep going, try, stay connected with others, ask for help. Pray. Have courage and patience. Do something you love and are good at. Be kind to someone else and understand that we all suffer in this life. Be creative, draw or write. Practice the art of appreciation; depressed or not, a flower is still beautiful, a child, or animal still precious. Pamper yourself and smile, even if you have to smile through your tears. Bake cookies. Remember to love someone--even yourself.
I have no quick fix or easy answer. I read a line somewhere that made me smile. It said, "If you're going through hell, don't stop, keep going!"
So, keep going, try, stay connected with others, ask for help. Pray. Have courage and patience. Do something you love and are good at. Be kind to someone else and understand that we all suffer in this life. Be creative, draw or write. Practice the art of appreciation; depressed or not, a flower is still beautiful, a child, or animal still precious. Pamper yourself and smile, even if you have to smile through your tears. Bake cookies. Remember to love someone--even yourself.
Friday, January 07, 2005
A Good Beginning
I used my new Keynote program today to jot down ideas for writing projects and themes for short stories that I hope to explore in the coming year. I was a little concerned when I had no idea what project to choose for January. The journal jar I received from Percy in Lookingland proved to be the answered to my question and the project chose me. I've decided to work on prompts this month and on brainstorming ideas and storylines to expand on during the upcoming months.
This evening I also reread excerpts from The Home that I posted in LL during Nanowrimo. I think it has promise and I'll return to it from time to time and write more.
This evening I also reread excerpts from The Home that I posted in LL during Nanowrimo. I think it has promise and I'll return to it from time to time and write more.
Sunday, January 02, 2005
Tsunami Victims Need Longterm Help
The 2004 tsunami victims need both immediate and longterm help to put their lives back together again. I cannot even begin to fathom the pain and fear they must be suffering after surviving an earthquake, a tidal wave, and God only knows what physical injuries while losing family members and friends and everything they own.
Now the threat of disease and starvation is everywhere. The need for food will go on for months and the rebuilding of entire villages will likely take years.
If you are concerned about the future these people face, please check out www.planusa.org for information on how to sponsor a child with a monthly contribution of only $24.00.
I discovered the organization, now called Childreach, and formerly known as Foster Parents Plan, after a trip to South America in the seventies. When I returned home and thought about the level of poverty I had witnessed and the lack of opportunity faced by the children I decided to see how I could help.
My parents and I returned to S.A. the following year and met our foster children. Nothing has ever touched me more than meeting Ignacia and Wilson and knowing that with our help they would eat more, go to school and have a chance for a brighter future. One of the things I admire about Childreach is their all-encompassing way of working. The foster child is helped, the family is helped, and neighborhood projects are encouraged, planned and implemented.
Please don't let the enormity of this disaster leave you feeling numb and helpless. Enormous amounts of money are pouring in now for immediate relief, but the effects will go on for years. Consider adopting a child today and experience love from a world away when you receive your first letter and picture. A life is in your hands.
Now the threat of disease and starvation is everywhere. The need for food will go on for months and the rebuilding of entire villages will likely take years.
If you are concerned about the future these people face, please check out www.planusa.org for information on how to sponsor a child with a monthly contribution of only $24.00.
I discovered the organization, now called Childreach, and formerly known as Foster Parents Plan, after a trip to South America in the seventies. When I returned home and thought about the level of poverty I had witnessed and the lack of opportunity faced by the children I decided to see how I could help.
My parents and I returned to S.A. the following year and met our foster children. Nothing has ever touched me more than meeting Ignacia and Wilson and knowing that with our help they would eat more, go to school and have a chance for a brighter future. One of the things I admire about Childreach is their all-encompassing way of working. The foster child is helped, the family is helped, and neighborhood projects are encouraged, planned and implemented.
Please don't let the enormity of this disaster leave you feeling numb and helpless. Enormous amounts of money are pouring in now for immediate relief, but the effects will go on for years. Consider adopting a child today and experience love from a world away when you receive your first letter and picture. A life is in your hands.
Saturday, January 01, 2005
Wings of Hope
It wasn't in me to celebrate New Year's Eve, all I could do was whisper a prayer of thanksgiving that 2004 was over.
Rains hamper relief efforts in Asia, but the day here is sunny and the temperature nearly sixty. Although it's just the beginning of winter, the springlike weather reminds me of rebirth and gives me hope.
Like a phoenix rising out of the ashes, I'll get past my problems, adjust to whatever changes are needed and get on with my life. I'll pray for my family and friends and this hurting world.
Lord, in the midst of war and great tragedy, offer this planet of despair the wings of hope to begin again.
Rains hamper relief efforts in Asia, but the day here is sunny and the temperature nearly sixty. Although it's just the beginning of winter, the springlike weather reminds me of rebirth and gives me hope.
Like a phoenix rising out of the ashes, I'll get past my problems, adjust to whatever changes are needed and get on with my life. I'll pray for my family and friends and this hurting world.
Lord, in the midst of war and great tragedy, offer this planet of despair the wings of hope to begin again.
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