Sometimes I wish I were computer savy! I was going to post a couple of slides from a presentation that I have to give tomorrow, but bloggser keeps telling me the images are currupt. So, once again you are going to just have to imagine the coolest slides of your life. Well, maybe they aren't that cool, but it took alot of work to produce those slides so they have to be good right?!

Be who you are
and say what you feel
because those who mind don't matter
and those who matter don't mind.

-Dr. Seuss

Out with the Old....In with the New!

Today I went shopping and bought myself a new pair of shoes. The good kind....the ones you don't have to tie! Now I don't have to wait at a bus stop with feet swimming in a puddle because my new shoes have soles!

The Wolf

A Wise Chief once said, "I have two wolves over my shoulder, a black wolf and a white wolf." When asked which one has more power he said, "the one I choose to feed." Choose to feed the white wolf, to do good and to be happy! I really enjoyed this thought from Stake Confrence today and I was spiritually nurished and fed there. I hope we all will choose to feed our white wolf!

The Persistence of Memory

"I didn't go to the moon, I went much further-for time is the longest distance between two places. Not long after that I was fired for writing a poem on the lid of a shoe-box. I left Saint Louis. I decended the steps of this fire escape for a last time and followed, from then on, in my father's footsteps, attempting to find in motion what was lost in space. I traveled around a great deal. The cities swept about me like dead leaves, leaves that were brightly colored but torn away from the branches. I would have stopped but I was pursued by something. It always came upon me unawares, taking me altogether by suprise. Perhaps it was a familiar bit of music. Perhaps it was only a piece of transparent glass. Perhaps I am walking along some street at night, in some strange city, before I have found companions. I pass the lighted window of a shop where perfume is sold. The window is filled with pieces of colored glass, tiny transparent bottles in delicate colors, like bits of shattered rainbow. Then all at once my sister touches my shoulder. I turn around and look into her eyes. Oh, Laura, Laura, I tried to leave you behind me, but I am more faithful than I intended to be! I reach for a cigarette, I cross the street, I run into the movies or a bar, I buy a drink, I speak to the nearest stranger-anything that can blow your candles out!"

-Tennessee Williams- "The Glass Menagerie"