“Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that. Hate multiplies hate, violence multiplies violence, and toughness multiplies toughness in a descending spiral of destruction….

The chain reaction of evil–hate begetting hate, wars producing more wars–must be broken, or we shall be plunged into the dark abyss of

Martin Luther King, Jr., Strength To Love, 1963.

I believe that sometimes you just have to decide: decide to stop feeling badly about yourself, decide to stop wanting what you do not (and apparently cannot) have. You must decide to stop believing that your real life (the life you were supposed to have, as opposed to the one you do have, this one in which you have been feeling unfulfilled, unappreciated, and unloved) is elsewhere.

— Diane Schoemperlen, Our Lady of the Lost and Found

I’ve decided.  I’m taking a break from normal life (the life I’ve called normal) to find out what my real life (and who my real self) is.  I’ll be praying for all who have supported me and for all those who are on difficult journeys of self-discovery.

I’ll not be responding to emails or comments for quite some time [as if that’s a change].

Peace and All Good, Christine

If you are reading this, you’ve found my new blog home.  Welcome.  Thanks for taking the time to follow the link from my old blog site.  I will be blogging again soon.

Peace and all good.


This must be Thursday.

I never could get the hang of Thursdays.

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Everyone's a hero in their own way, in their own not that heroic way.

Dr. Horrible's Sing Along Blog, 2008  
(Joss Whedon, Zack Whedon, Maurissa Tancharoen, and Jed

Sr. Susan, over at Musings, has posted a lovely post election prayer which includes the following:

. . . . .

Watch over our new president-elect–
keep him safe and sound.
Watch over our proud and diverse citizenry,
heal our divisions and
grant us whatever it is that we need to
truly become
that more perfect union long promised
and often wished for.

May peace prevail
in our homes, our nation, our world.
May all your children grow in awareness
that we are one.
May neighbor watch over neighbor.
May your kindom come.

And I join my voice to hers in praying for our nation, our world.  Amen.

The Top 5 Reasons To Vote In California
Or: Why It Still Means A Thing Even If It Ain't Got That Swing

Big margin = big mandate. The popular vote doesn't put anyone in the White House, but it affects what presidents can do when they get there. Want the president to be able to actually do the stuff he's been talking about?

The other things on the ballot matter! There are important issues on the California ballot this year, and we all need to weigh in. You better believe our opponents will turn out and vote on them. Also, there's Congress.

If you don't vote, everyone can find out. Voting records are public. (Not who you voted for, just whether you voted.) Pretty soon, finding out whether you voted could be as easy as Googling you.

Help make history. Do you really want to have to explain to your great-great-grandchildren that you were just too busy to vote in the most important election in your lifetime?

People died so you'd have the right to vote. Self-government—voting to choose our own leaders—is the original American dream. We are heir to a centuries-long struggle for freedom: the American Revolution, and the battles to extend the franchise to those without property, to women, to people of color, and to young people. This year, many will still be denied their right to vote. For those of us who have that right, it's precious. If we waste it, we dishonor those who fought for it and those who fight still.

Live your values. Love your country. Vote.

adapted and edited

A man is walking home alone late one foggy Halloween night, when behind him he hears:











Walking faster, he looks back and through the fog he makes out the image of an upright casket banging its way down the middle of the street toward him.










Terrified, the man begins to run toward his home, the casket bouncing quickly behind him.














He runs up to his door, fumbles with his keys, opens the door, rushes in, slams and locks the door behind him. However, the casket crashes through his door, with the lid of the casket clapping.









on his heels, as the terrified man runs.


Rushing upstairs to the bathroom, he locks himself in. His heart is pounding; his head is reeling; his breath is coming in sobbing gasps. 



With a loud CRASH the casket breaks down the door.


Bumping and clapping toward him.


The man screams and reaches for something, anything, but all he can find is a bottle of cough syrup! 


Desperate, he throws the cough syrup at the casket…






(hopefully you're ready for this!!!)






The coffin stops!



This here – this is sentence diagramming which I learned how to do in graduate school.  I didn't diagram this sentence, but understand how and why it was done.


This has meaning for me. 

August 2020