hello everyone! it’s friday today, so time for a frozen pea friday post. today you can find it over at smarter than your average blog, who has kindly invited me to guest post. it’s about the bewildering amount of choices people are faced with when they have cancer. i’m going to be away for a… Continue reading can someone please feed the cat?
in our last conversation about creativity, jeremy from PsyBlogs talks about the difference between “chaotic” and “ordered” creatives and then moves on to discuss creative blocks. recently, i came across a doctoral thesis in divinity that talks about the connection between chaos, creativity and spirituality. kurt sander from northern kentucky university points out the important… Continue reading creativity blocks, metaphysics and individuality
a prayer by someone dealing with addiction: dear higher powers: thank you for another day of life. help me to walk closely with you today. work through me so that i may better help others. help me when i am weak. help me to reach out to your unending strength. help me to remain hopeful… Continue reading recovering from addiction: a prayer
two months ago, vivien at inspirationbit started the social media mega project. we are trying to create a place where all the social media wisdom is gathered together. my job was to gather blog posts on twitter. there are two social media tools that i feel quite passionate about. stumbleupon is one of them; the… Continue reading social media mega project wrapup: twitter
wikipedia on the origins of easter: the modern english term easter developed from the old english word eastre, which itself developed prior to 899. the name refers to the goddess eostre, who was celebrated at the spring equinox, and has cognates in old high german ÅstarÅ«n, plural, “easter” (modern german language ostern). the old english… Continue reading easter, eostre, ostara
yesterday i went to a christian church service for the first time in 1 ½ years. the last visit had been to a crammed, tiny african-canadian church, a memorial service for one of vancouver’s downtown eastside heroes, a little old matriarch who had taken the whole neighbourhood under her wings. yesterday was a four-church service… Continue reading easter: wrestling with the church
“never on good friday,” mumbled the pink dragon, and sighed over a dish of marbled curry chicken, “never on good friday have i, pink dragon, had a friend admire my spikey tail.” his spikey tail with orange pink polka dots, his spikey tail all alone in a chinese restaurant. all around him were… Continue reading my good friday poem