By request of brightknightie, in response to this meme post.

( Commentary for 'Five Times Coreen Fennel Didn't Kiss Henry Fitzroy (And One Time She Did)' (6/6) )

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So there it is. The feedback on this one has definitely been quality vs. quantity! I've actually been surprised as many people have responded to it as have, since I'm fully aware that it's of "niche" appeal, and not even a shippy niche. What did surprise me is how heartfelt some of the feedback has been. I didn't really expect people to find it as moving as they have, and continue to be really blown away by what they've been kind enough to say.

Link via ariestess, a recent entry in Dianne Sylvan's Dancing Down The Moon blog.

( Witch, Please. )

ETA: She also has a great follow-up post here.

Perhaps the "dark night" really does wait for us all, and the withholding of Presence is a test that proves the Presence is there... -- irish_horse, musing on this Time article examining the new book about Mother Teresa that consists largely of her private correspondence.

Like yeopard, I was -- and am still a bit -- saddened by the decision to preserve the papers against her stated wishes. But then, she is beyond that personal pain. Hopefully the good that can be accomplished by sharing them is as clear from her perspective as it seems from ours.

Pagan and pagan-knowledgable types: Please check out krf13's questions here, fielding perspectives on Goddess and Nature religion/spirituality. This is both for a seminary paper, and for expansion of her personal knowledge beyond the scope of the paper.

I have been promised that my phone line will be active no later than 3/25, but no dial tone as of this morning. Guess we'll see. Once that happens, next order of business is of course getting online.

In the meantime, that only happens at work (haven't really had the time to go to the library and surf), and my break and lunch times are pretty much slurped by non-LJ stuff like email.

But I had to pop in today to post this link that my mom rediscovered while playing around on Google over the weekend.

That's my uncle Jim, her brother. The one who wore traditional Arabic garb to my "choose-your-own-period" wedding.

The one who told the story in the homily at his 25th anniversary Mass about how, on the day he was ordained, after going through seminary in the 1960s when they were taught to think of themselves as sort of set apart, he walked in the door of my grandparents' house. "And there on the steps was my youngest sister Barbara [my mom, who was in high school at the time], looking down at me with her arms crossed and saying 'If you think I'm calling you Father, you're out of your mind.' That brought me back to earth real quick."

The one who spent his 60th birthday counseling emergency workers at Ground Zero.

This guy is the reason I grew up knowing that clergy are human, and should be held in respect but have no use for awe. Families can be such cool things. :-)