Friday, September 24, 2010

Compassion is the vice of queens, Mamma always says, and she thinks I should toughen up. She says that I let the dogs take advantage of me and hog the bed, when they should sleep on the floor, and that I give too much of my pocket money to beggars, and that if I am to get along in this world, I need to harden my heart.

Well, I don't want my heart to be hard, and even if I end up like Poppy, trying to drink my heart to death, or like Mamma, trying to work my heart to death, at least I will know that I have a heart and I used it honestly.

- from Flora Segunda by Ysabeau S. Wilce

Wednesday, September 22, 2010

Remember this, Monica? :D

New Frontier
by Aaron Pritchett

Wake up baby it's time to leave,
We've got plans and we've got dreams, we've got a long way to go.
Pack up all of your emotions, all your faith and devotion.
We're gonna need it this I know.
If you're at the edge of the past, our future's unfolding fast.
Baby, don't look back.

We're going to a new frontier, wide open without fear.
I'll walk this winding road with you into the great unknown.
We're going to a new frontier
Let's trust our love will lead us right where we belong.
Walk on.

I can't wait to get out of here,
The wind is up and the path is clear for the first time in my life.
Our destination don't concern me, more and more I'm longing.
It's the journey; it's the ride.
Everything is within our grasp,
If we have the courage to ask and we don't look back.

We're going to a new frontier, wide open without fear.
I'll walk this winding road with you into the great unknown.
We're going to a new frontier
Let's trust our love will lead us right where we belong.
And walk on.

I know there's no confusion where my heart is moving.
I know it's true, I know it's true.

We're going to a new frontier, wide open without fear.
I'll walk this winding road with you into the great unknown.
We're going to a new frontier
let's trust our love will lead us right where we belong.
And walk on.



Saturday, September 18, 2010

So their lives go round, year after year, decade after decade, in a ritualistic cycle of pig-raising, pig-slaughtering, dancing, feasting, and warring.
- from "Doing Environmental History" by Donald Worster, in Canadian Environmental History, ed. David Freeland Duke

How idyllic.
Born to Fly
by Sarah Evans

I've been telling my dreams to the scarecrow
About the places that I'd like to see
I say, "Friend do you think I'll ever get there?"
Oh, but he just stands there smilin' back at me
So I confessed my sins to the preacher
About the love I've been prayin' to find
Is there a brown-eyed boy in my future, yeah
And he says, "Girl, you've got nothin' but time."

But how do you wait for heaven?
And who has that much time?
And how do you keep your feet on the ground
When you know that you were born,
You were born to fly

My daddy he is grounded like the oak tree
My momma she is steady as the sun
Oh, you know I love my folks
But I keep starin' down the road
Just lookin' for my one chance to run
Hey, cause I will soar away like a blackbird
I will blow in the wind like a seed
I will plant my heart in the garden of my dreams
And I will grow up where I wander wild and free

Oh, how do you wait for heaven?
And who has that much time?
And how do you keep your feet on the ground
When you know, that you were born?
You were born, yeah, you were born to fly

So how do you wait for heaven?
And who has that much time?
And how do you keep your feet on the ground
When you know, that you were born
You were born to fly, yeah

You were born to fly, fly, fly, fly, hey
Ooo, Ooo, Ooo


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