scrap thoughts for the new year

Sometime in college I bought a decrepit four inch tall leather book with the words Daily Light prettily imprinted in gold on the cover.  It smells of old libraries and used book stores. The book has a page spread for each day in the year with snippets of scripture to read each day--the left side for the morning and the right side for the evening.  While I only read from it occasionally, it lives in my bedside table drawer and it makes me smile to see it.

Inside the cover of this little book, I keep snippets of my own scripture--phrases or sentences that have resonated with me.  So, for the new year, I thought I'd share them.

Be satisfied with what you already own.

Great minds have purposes, others have wishes.  -W. Irving

Beauty consists of its own passing.

Nothing is hidden forever.

This last one may or may not be true in the absolute sense, but it's true enough to inspire me to be kinder and more honest, both in terms of what I actually do and what I keep in my head.


the things I didn't write about

It's been a while since I posed anything.  I got stuck on my diatribe about digital barbarism, and then a bunch of stuff happened, personal and otherwise.

In the personal arena, I attended NIPS, drowned in coursework, and was elected garden coordinator for our apartment community.

Then there was the hullabaloo about Mormon women wearing pants.  I participated in a cowardly manner by wearing my baggy skirt-like harem/jeanie/Aladdin pants.

Locally, Sandy has still displaced way too many people, and we're still working on gutting homes so mold can be prevented before they start to rebuild.

And then Newton.  I cried several days in a row.  I know that there are worse things abroad and to some degree it's selfish to focus on how terrible it was when other equally bad things get very little attention.  But it felt more personal; it's a two-and-a-half hour drive from where I live and the states are all so close culturally, it felt like it could have been my own town.  An emotional reaction, rather than a logical one, I know, but I'm not a robot.  A lot of people are suffering, in Newtown and elsewhere, and they have my prayers.