I like these people.
So,
I just realized that I promised pictures.
Like a week ago. Or was it two?
Either way, I fully inteded to keep that promise, and this was the best one I had on my laptop.
I know what you're thinking...
It's only one.
But let's not get too demanding here. Posting multiple pictures would require me to actually get up, cross the room and log into an otherwise sleeping computer.
And although it's my favorite time of day to blog, that might be too much to ask at this bewitching hour of 1:00 am.
Indulge me while I metablog for a minute:
I've just spent the last hour reading the trappings of my life, as logged here for the world to read. I've come to realize that I keep a lot of my posts somewhat cryptic. That's the price you pay for free admission. But, I certainly remember most, if not all, of the circumstances that were theimpeti (is that the plural of impetus??...No, no it's not. I just looked it up. Scratch that.) impetuses of my posts. And I was basically reading my own character development--rediscovering parts of myself that I've somehow forgotten in the past two years.
Last year, a very good friend of mine came to visit us and DC. As part of her trip, we visited Mount Vernon (the home of George Washington, for those who didn't know). I was fully anticipating a nice historical experience, like with so many different sites in this area. And it was. But what I wasn't anticipating was the profoundly inspiring experience that it was. I won't go into excessive detail. (You'll just have to book a trip out here, if you're the type that wants excessive detail.) What I came away feeling from the home of George and Martha was an acute and urgent desire to live my life more deliberately.
As I re-read some of my posts tonight, I was reminded of a promise that I made myself that day to live a more examined life. One that tests the limits of my senses, intellect and spirit. And that's a promise I intend to keep. Not just for me, but for those people that you see up there in that picture. The people that I like so much. The people who are mine forever because of the promises I keep.
I know what you're thinking...
It's only one.
But let's not get too demanding here. Posting multiple pictures would require me to actually get up, cross the room and log into an otherwise sleeping computer.
And although it's my favorite time of day to blog, that might be too much to ask at this bewitching hour of 1:00 am.
Indulge me while I metablog for a minute:
I've just spent the last hour reading the trappings of my life, as logged here for the world to read. I've come to realize that I keep a lot of my posts somewhat cryptic. That's the price you pay for free admission. But, I certainly remember most, if not all, of the circumstances that were the
Last year, a very good friend of mine came to visit us and DC. As part of her trip, we visited Mount Vernon (the home of George Washington, for those who didn't know). I was fully anticipating a nice historical experience, like with so many different sites in this area. And it was. But what I wasn't anticipating was the profoundly inspiring experience that it was. I won't go into excessive detail. (You'll just have to book a trip out here, if you're the type that wants excessive detail.) What I came away feeling from the home of George and Martha was an acute and urgent desire to live my life more deliberately.
As I re-read some of my posts tonight, I was reminded of a promise that I made myself that day to live a more examined life. One that tests the limits of my senses, intellect and spirit. And that's a promise I intend to keep. Not just for me, but for those people that you see up there in that picture. The people that I like so much. The people who are mine forever because of the promises I keep.
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