Thursday, November 27, 2008

Words Upon A Page, Tagged, Part One,

So, Johanna and I have been tagged, more than one time, for more than one meme.  I think it's about time we got started on them, don't you?

The first one is a book meme for which we were tagged by Emily and Amy and Julia.

Here are the rules...  

1. Pick up the nearest book (of at least 123 pages)
2. Open the book to page 123.
3. Find the fifth sentence
4. Post the next three sentences
5. Tag five people.

The book nearest me was my current reading material, Poirot's Casebook.  The story on page 123 was The Missing Will.  The fifth sentence...

I am not a great admirer of the so-called New Woman myself, and, in spite of her good looks, I was not particularly prepossessed in her favor.

6. "My business is of a somewhat unusual nature, Monsieur Poirot," she began, after she had accepted a chair.
7. "I had better begin at the beginning and tell you the whole story."
8."If you please, mademoiselle."

Johanna's also was a heavy tome of short-ish mystery stories, G.K. Chesterton's "The Complete Father Brown."

Sentence 5...
"Who is that?" cried Father Brown, stepping back with a hissing intake of his breath.
6.  "Oh, it is only that Hindoo humbug ," growled Harris; "but I don't know what the deuce he's doing here."
7.  "It looks like hypnotism," said Flambeau, biting his black moustache.  
8. "Why are you unmedical fellows always talking bosh about hypnotism?" cried the doctor.  "It looks a deal more like burglary."
                      Katie at The Fiddlers Nook
                     Olivia at Working with Eager Hands
                     Keri at Quaint and Quirky

And thus ends Part One....

Post Script:  Hello from Ella!  I am here to announce that our new blog, dedicated to historical dancing is now complete!  Please come visit it and give us your input.  A Dance in Time

Friday, November 21, 2008

Whispers of Coming Joys

Sewing machines are purring gently through our house.

Piles of soft fabrics, black and white wool, wine colored satin, and vintage, green-y interfacing await the "snip, snap" of our scissors.

Vintage pictures smile up at us from vintage patterns.

We whisper.

And Christmas draws closer and closer.

P.S.  A blog regarding the annual Bonnie Blue Ball and other historical dances is in the works... We await its completion excitedly!

Tuesday, November 4, 2008

Even though I haven't the words

I feel, somehow, that I should share.  Perhaps I am making a request.  Perhaps I am merely musing.  But I must say something.

By the end of this day we should know who will sit in the Oval Office, who will lead our country.  It frightens me, terribly, to think of who it may be.  There is but one thing that keeps my head held high.  No matter who wins, no matter to whose name will be added the word, President, it is God who will lead our country.  If the hearts of his people are turned to him, he will lead us.  He will guide us and protect us.

I hate the media.  I know I should not hate,  and perhaps it is not the people I hate, but the deceptions they throw out to us, the mesh of lies and falsehoods that create the veil, no matter how thinly woven, that blinds the people of God to the truth.

Dear Father in Heaven, rip the veil.  Tear it in two.  Burn it in the fires of your wrath, and the fire of our passion for you.  Destroy the deception, Lord!  Help us to see!!  Go with us through this battle..

The day outside was a calm one, the sun covering the meadow like some gauzy gold shawl interwoven with glittering colored threads, it luxuriant folds dropped over the green of Fleure in a draping, flowing motion. Aldwin emerged from the palace into the brightness of the day, and found himself, looking up, blinded at the sun. The yellow orb lent a quietness to the air, and music seemed to drift from the sky, bathing him in light and peace.
“The calm before a storm,” he whispered. “Any moment we will feel the darkness again. We must be ready. He slipped to one knee behind a wall of white flowers and bowed his head.

“Be with us, Father. Night is coming. Awaken us when the day returns.”

-from "Wandrian, A Faerie's Journey"

Be with us, Father. Night is coming. Awaken us when the day returns.

Think deeply, my friends, before you make your mark, before you pen fills in that small round circle.  Think deeply.

And may God go with you,