Friday, February 01, 2008
Christmas Fun
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The turning of leaves implies change; seasons change as summer's green glory gives way to autumn's crisp crimson and golden hues. The leaves of a book tell of adventures and trails conquered. And, as one chapter ends, another opens - beautiful, clean, new - blank to be written upon. For me, that is now. I am Turning Leaves.
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Brittany, We do something similar. We call it the Bethlehem Dinner, only eating things Joseph and Mary might have eaten that night. Food and candles on floor boards, bed sheets and shepherd's canes on hand, we read Luke 2 and try not to stuff our paws too full of olives and dates. I'm impressed to learn there is another family with the same tradition.
Your dissertation looks fascinating. I've always wanted time for a second focus in school, so I could study English literature. But Russian lit is a jealous genre--it had me first.
I recognize you too, but sit in the same boat, not knowing the how, when, or where. You're right about me having a sister named Rebecca, but somehow you missed mine--Joseph. How long ago were you in Taiwan? Berhan is a happen'n place. I'm sure you miss it sometimes...though not when you're in Europe I'm sure. Hope you're enjoying it.
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