delightful little five

-People watching in the airport under the guise of knitting.

-Shopping with my friend Jen who is in town visiting. We shopped all afternoon in Little Five Points, the most funky and diverse part of Atlanta.

-Watching a little girl in the coffee shop eat the whipped cream off of her cake with the most enthusiastic look of delight on her face.

serenity now

-Telling stories and laughing around the campfire last night with my family. We went to our family hunting ranch in South Texas that my Great-Great-Grandfather bought in 1912. It's a serene and pristine place, that still has no electricity or running water. It's perfect for contemplation, reading and recharging.

-When arrowhead hunting with my parents (our land has a ton of Native American arrowheads on it), my Dad picked up a beautiful piece of petrified wood and said, "This would make a great paperweight...on a desk in South Africa." I've applied to study abroad next fall, either in South Africa or Cambridge, England. If I'm selected, my "paperweight" is coming with me.

-Eating venison stew cooked in a big pot over hot coals with fried potatoes and onions for lunch today. It's the traditional lunch at our hunting place, one that my Granddaddy always made. It was delicious.

walking and dancing

-Hearing my Nana's laugh again.

-Taking a quick walk with my family along my Grandparents' oak tree lined street. We could see the tropical-looking landscape of South Texas, filled with different varieties of palm trees and bright flowers.

-The way the tree-filtered light from my window danced around my bedroom.

a blessed Christmas

-Listening to my Grandmother tell a hilariously animated Christmas story last night.

-Falling asleep to the cracking and popping of the fire, and waking up to the conversation of all of my family gathered around the coffee pot this morning. It's so fun to have a full house in the morning and all drink coffee together.

-Upon pulling my cell phone out of my purse, I discovered 4 "Merry Christmas" messages from friends. Many more have trickled in as the day's gone on. What a blessed Christmas.

...and warm woolen mittens.

-Watching "The Sound of Music," and enjoying all 3+ hours of it.

-A lazy, rainy Saturday. I got a bit of work done, and then just baked, read and knitted.

-A cold front that makes it feel more like Christmas. It's cold enough for a fire in the fireplace, and it feels so nice.

my day in the sun

-Catching up with two old friends over breakfast and lunch.

-Reading outside in the hammock in the Texas sun until I fell asleep.

-A fun conversation on the art of tattooing, Wilbur Smith novels and finding great clothes at resale shops.

there and back again

-Singing Paul Simon songs at the top of my lungs with Rob and Karen on our 14-hour drive across four states to get to Texas. It was actually a really fun drive, made better with great music, snacks galore, knitting and conversation.

-Relaxing with my sister after finally getting here by having a glass of wine, watching t.v. and chatting.

-Drinking coffee in bed this morning after sleeping in. My great book and my sister's great dog, Hayden, kept me company.

starry and serene nights

-Creating a perfect relaxing evening by renting a movie, ordering my favorite thai food (when I called in my usual order, the man taking my order said "Whitney?"), having a glass of wine and delicious orange and chocolate-dotted biscotti Elizabeth gave me for dessert.

-The way the light brought out the gold flecks in my starry-nightish painted dresser. I painted it in college, and still love it.

-The relief of having my bags packed and ready to go for our massive (17 hours-in-1-day) drive to Texas tomorrow. I'm riding with Rob and Karen, and they're promising coffee and donuts waiting for me when they pick me up before dawn. What fabulous friends.

balance and bags

-Watching the men who were cleaning the gutters on campus rappell each other across the rooftop while using a leaf blower to blow all the leaves away. It was quite a feat.

-When I popped into a coffee shop for some iced tea (it's been in the mid 70's today), I noticed a sign on the door announcing they were closing early so the employees could celebrate Christmas all together. The baristas were more smiley and cheery than usual. I could tell they were excited about closing early.

-After finishing my Christmas shopping, I spent a leisurely afternoon going resale shop hopping. I found a great Harrod's bag that is big enough for a few large books and a notepad. It's shiny and a great deep blue color that turns purple in the sun.

a not-so-dismal day

-Hearing haunting Appalachian and Celtic music at a concert last night. A friend was kind enough to give me a complimentary ticket (she was one of the choreographers). Rising Appalachia were especially fantastic.

-Having a youth group member come down to my office after my sermon to excitedly tell me that they found my challenge word and all looked at each other and smiled. I had them give me a challenge word to fit into my sermon (they were kind, it was "dismal" and not "crunk" or something). It's sneaky way of getting them to feel like they have a part in the sermon and to keep them listening the whole way through.

-Spending a lazy Sunday afternoon glued to my couch.

delicious rest

-Receiving a wonderful care package from my parents today. It came complete with yummy hot chocolate, African tea and garlic-rosemary crackers. Delicious!

-Collapsing into a two-hour nap after finally finishing all of my schoolwork for the semester. What a relief.

-The anticipation of a fun night of live music and conversation with a few of the other youth advisors from church.

lovely feminist enunciations

-While chatting with an older woman at church last night, she mentioned that she applauds women in the ministry, because she graduated with an M.Div. from Union Presbyterian Seminary in 1956, the same year women were first allowed to be ordained in the P.C. (U.S.A.). She asked if I was "attached" or "floating" (i.e. single) and I said that I guess I was "floating." I said that, of course, I would love to meet someone, but as my call is getting more and more defined, I would need to find someone that could complement my call to reconciliation mission work. She said that she was thrilled that I felt that way, because in her day women had to put their lives on hold for their husband's career.

-Hearing a single seagull singing in the sky, and thinking that it must miss the ocean as much as I do.

-The way the Indian woman at the Farmer's Market pronounced "cho-co-la-te" as she asked if I had chocolate cheesecake in my bakery box. It was such a beautiful accent. This is a double glimpse of grace, because my fabulous neighbor Sandra is cooking dinner tonight for Robin and me, and I'm bringing chocolate cheesecakes for dessert.

lessons in the ludicrous

-The most random of road trips with Rob and Karen last night. Karen found out that she needed to drive 100 miles for her car computer to register its emission before she could get it read. So, we logically drove 45 miles one way to see a movie in Cumming, Georgia. It was an evening of the obligatory Christmas chick flick, a tub of popcorn so large it was called "the monster" and continuous laughter over just how ludicrous the whole event was.

-Watching a Grandfather teach his Grandson to skip stones across the lake below my window.

-The exhilarating feeling of having a sermon that's been buzzing around my head for a week materialize in a rapid stream-of-consciousness frenzy of writing.

generous silence

-A serene moment of utter silence and grey light as I walked beside vine-engulfed trees.

-Watching children laugh and play in a massive pile of leaves.

-Seeing a man give money to someone in need.

sister act

-When I was feeling stressed about all the work I have to do this week, I received a hilarious email from my sister of a clip from "Sister Act" (see Dec. 8). It made me laugh and relax.

-The tiny red and black dotted ladybugs that crawled around the outside door to my building.

-An unseasonably warm afternoon that allowed me to do my theology studying outside in the sunlight.

wine and strawberries

-Watching Brian blow strawberries on his daughter Britney's stomach at tonight's Christmas party.

-Being presented with a custom-built pulpit box for my sermon next Sunday at the session meeting tonight. I'm about a foot shorter than the pulpit's used to, so the box is a must. It was something I never actually thought of, but clearly Arch and Rick did.

-"Borrowing" a glass of wine from my generous neighbor Sandra to unwind after a long day.

stranger than fiction

(I came across a great pic Sarah had of me dancing with Zoe and Shirley, and had to add it.)

-Dancing the "grocery cart" through the middle of a dance circle with Zoe last night at the banquet (and then laughing about how nerdy we were).

-A random two-hour conversation at Java Monkey with the man that sat next to me on the red couch. He's a children's book author and professor, and we chatted about books, travelling, school, politics, religion and writing. It was a refreshing and affirming conversation, where I renewed his faith in young adults and he renewed mine in the power of talking to strangers.

-The 7-month-old baby who sat atop a table at Eddie's tonight during a bluegrass concert. She had these huge earmuffs on so she wouldn't be deafened by the sound, but the constant dancing of her feet proved some music was getting through.

in my opinion...

-Not being afraid to assert some strong opinions about Christology in the Old Testament in my theology class today (and having people thank me for them later).

-Having a two-minute conversation with my sister that involved singing a song from Sister Act (in a key I'm pretty sure we invented) to each other and laughing histerically.

-Getting to wear a fun party dress for our Christmas banquet tonight.

jaffa the wise

-The final post-greek class, pre-theology class Chick-fil-a breakfast run with friends. We've made a routine of going between classes on Tuesdays or Thursdays, and it's a much-needed relaxing (and delicious) break.

-Last night at Jr. High Bible study, I was telling the young people that we can't say for sure that we know who's going to heaven and who's not, because it's ultimately up to God. I said that we can see salvation in our lives while we're still living, though. I asked them to give some examples of seeing God's salvation in our everyday lives, and one girl said, "You know when you're down, and your friend makes you laugh really hard? I think that's God's salvation." What wisdom.

-A present of Jaffa Cakes from Shirley's children. She's from England, and knew I loved them from when I lived in Belfast, and she had them bring me some when they came to visit. I had a great chat with them when I picked up my Jaffa Cakes about everything from politics to race issues to tomorrow night's dance. The dark chocolate and orangey treats topped it off. Jaffa Cakes are so good that there's a hotline on the box for "Jaffaholics Anonymous."

sunrises, songs and sneaks

-Waking up in time to see the first pinkish colors of a sunrise hit the sky. The moon was still full and bright behind the wintery trees.

-Singing "All I Want For Christmas Is You" at the top of my lungs with the radio as I drove to work, and not caring a bit who saw me.

-Sneaking out of work (which won't be so sneaky once my colleagues read this) to do my sermon prep at Starbucks, overlooking Lake Lucerne. Watching the rippling water as I gathered my thoughts was cathartic.

smells and shadows

-The strong, pungent smell of the Farmer's Market as I enter. It smells like a combination of coffee and spices. It's a wonderful place where I find the most obscure fruit, wines and vegetables. I always hear at least three different languages being spoken around me.

-Receiving my first Christmas card from my parents' minister. She even included a little gift.

-Tree shadows painted onto the wall outside my apartment. When I first moved in, I loved the wall, with its red Georgia clay staining that makes it whisper of Tuscany.

thin places

-Taking the youth group to Our Lady of the Holy Spirit Trappist Monastery in Conyers. It was their compline (evening) service, and the sanctuary was in complete darkness other than the cross and Bible lit up in the front. We didn't even know anyone else was there until the monks began to sing. It was the most transcendent combination of deep throaty hums and tonal variations I've ever heard. It felt holy, sacred, other...a "thin" place like Iona.

-Being greeted by name at the coffee shop I go to. Once, when I was shopping at a resale shop around the corner, I met Joey who works at Mocha Match. It began to pour, so I gave her a lift back to work, and she's remembered me ever since.

-The little scrawny tree outside the coffee shop that was decorated with Christmas ornaments. Charlie Brown would love it.

...forest for the trees

-Today at church I sat by an older woman named Minnie, who is a matriarch of the church. She isn't able to come very often because she's in her nineties, but she came today. As the choir processed past us, a member reached down and squeezed her hand.

-The invigorating smell of pine trees as I walked out to my car.

-The cars that carried Christmas trees on their roofs. There were two in a row, and they turned different directions, so they weren't together. I noticed one had children in it. Picking out and tying up their Christmas tree must have been so exciting for them.

gracefully indulgent

-Indulging in a chocolate martini to celebrate Erin's birthday last night. It was the most fantastic thing I've ever had. To top it off, the waiter had lived in Ireland for 10 years, and we had a lovely chat about that lovely place.

-Turning on the tv this morning and seeing that the Nutcracker Ballet was on PBS. I used to dance in the Nutcracker as a child, and it is still probably my favorite ballet. This one was beautifully graceful.

-Getting a quick visit from Sandra and Chuck. He's in town for the weekend, and we all enjoyed a few minutes of sarcastic, humorous conversation.

laughing gas

-Trying hard not to laugh during class when something funny happened. It's the wierdest feeling having laughter rise up inside and trying to quell it.

-Elizabeth bringing strawberries with caramel and pralined pecans to us in the bookstore. We all shared it, and it was delicious.

-After letting a friend borrow my car, I walked out to it thinking I really needed to get gas. Then I saw that she had put a little in when she borrowed it.

seasonal laughter

-While working out at the gym, I noticed that the woman next to me and I were both watching Jon Stewart. We realized we were laughing at the same parts, and talked about how hilarious he is.

-The way an orangey sunset crept through the trees and kudzu vines at the edge of campus.

-The cheeriness of the white Christmas lights around an old window I have hanging on my wall. I only had one strand of lights last Christmas, and put them there. I loved it so much I couldn't bear to take them down. Now, they're finally seasonal again.

y[e]arning for Belfast

-Walking to church history last night, I heard music coming from the classroom across the hall. I leaned against the door, and heard Bill (I think) performing U2's "Sunday Bloody Sunday." I was glued to the door. He sang and played so well, and as he sang memories of my trip to Derry (where Bloody Sunday happended) flooded back. I found myself a bit teary as I remembered the kids from Belfast telling each other their conflicting versions of that tragedy, and coming to realize that even though they were different in terms of Protestant or Catholic, they felt the same pain of the Troubles.

-Chatting with Christine, who was a volunteer in Belfast after me, and knowing that we understood each other's experience there better than anyone else could. We'd never met before, but I felt like I knew her, because we both lived in and loved that wee corner called Northern Ireland.

-Knitting my first stitch ever. I've wanted to learn for so long, and today in about 15 minutes, I did!

powerful revelations

-The orange lacey pattern of lichen and bark on a tree outside. I think it may be a lacebark elm, but my aunt probably knows better than I do. The grey bark peeling away to reveal orange and tan is so pretty.

-My "The Power of One" DVD finally coming in the mail. I ordered it some time back after reading the novel, and am eager to watch it. I remember loving it when I was younger.

-Listening to Nat King Cole's "The Christmas Song" on my record player. It's a Christmas staple for my family, and so it ushers in the season perfectly. I've never heard it on vinyl before this year, and it sounds so rich and clear, I can almost smell the chestnuts roasting.

initially sweet

-The crackle of the WoodWick candle my Grandmother gave me. The initials on the candle are WW (like mine), and it has a wooden wick that crackles like a mini fire when it's lit. It's as close as I get to crackling fire in my tiny apartment.

-The man who works in the kitchen at seminary and always greets me when I get water from the refectory for the bookstore's plants. He is always so friendly to me, and today he said "you have a good day, now, you hear?" as I left.

-As I drove with my windows down, the sweetest floral smell wafted into my window. I couldn't see where the flowers were, but it made my drive home in traffic sweeter.

flights of fancy

-The little boy who walked through the airport carrying a stuffed animal dog that was as big as he was. He was so proud of it, and had to work hard not to trip over it.

-Seeing the twinkling city lights below from my plane window. They looked so small, and it was fun to imagine who lived there. I wondered what their lives were like, and if anyone had ever done the same flying over me.

-Entering the train in the airport that took me to baggage claim, and seeing Sara from school. I almost took the train before it, but changed my mind and went to the second one at the last minute. We were surprised to see each other, and enjoyed catching up after the holiday break. It was so nice to see a familiar face as soon as I got off the plane.

soul food

-A cup of tea to soothe my sore throat.

-Having my favorite breakfast casserole this morning. I also had it at a bon voyage breakfast my family held for me before I went to Northern Ireland, so it brought back good memories.

-Drinking coffee on the back porch with my sister. It was still cool outside, and the steamy coffee and lazy conversation created a perfect morning.

cartwheels and butterflies

-Doing cartwheels in the grass with Clay and Ashley's cousins at Thanksgiving. It was a lovely warm day, and Ash and I played football and ran around with the kids outside all afternoon.

-The fall-leaf-yellow butterfly that landed on a bright red flower in our backyard.

-Shopping arm-in-arm with my sister, so glad for the time together.

whirring welcomes

-The yellow rose (of Texas) and Gaelic welcome my sister left in her guestroom for me. It's so great to spend some time with her and Clay.

-The whirr of the film projector that I could hear in the silence between previews at the movies last night. It made me feel like I was in a different time period, like the days of Katharine Hepburn and Sidney Poitier. I just watched "Guess Who's Coming to Dinner?" and that's probably what made me think of them. What a film before its time.

-Seeing Texas stars again. Orion was beautiful last night.

Texas four-step

(Again I'm late with the post...sorry! I've been traveling all around Texas visiting family.)


-Watching my Nana brush my Papaw's hair this morning. They're both in their eighties, and still clearly in love.

-The pungent and delicious smell of a neighbor cooking Mexican food that hits my nose as soon as I step outside.

-The way my Grandmother exclaimed, "Wonnnerful! Just Wonnerful!!" as we all munched on delicious oatmeal raisin cookies.

-Seeing my Papaw take four really big steps across the room. He's recovering from a stroke and knee trouble, and has been working incredibly hard. Those four steps were like running a marathon would be for me.

-The pinkish-yellow light cast across an abandoned building just as the sun begins to set.

sunny side up

-Opening the fridge and noticing an egg with a happy face drawn on it. It looked sort of like old nursery rhyme pictures of the moon with a face. I brought it to my Dad and gave him a quizzical look, and he said that he had drawn a face to remember that this particular egg was hard boiled. What a creative way to keep your eggs straight.

-The little boy at the grocery store who used the grocery cart as a jungle gym. He decided to help his Mom put groceries on the belt, and grabbed for the eggs while she wasn't looking. She caught them from his hands just before he dropped them all.

-Playing in the warm sunlight with our pets, Fritz and Rose. I'm not able to have pets at seminary, and I miss them a lot. Fritz is a little miniature schnauzer, and he is always falling all over himself (literally) to get my attention. I am in awe of how affectionate and unswervingly devoted he is.

"the road goes ever on and on..."

(Sorry I haven't written in a couple of days...I was in Houston for meetings, with no internet access. I'm writing more glimpses to make up for it!)

-In the airport, I was eating lunch, and a man sat near me. We started talking and it turned out that he was a part-time minister from England (orginally from Nigeria), in the US on business. I told him that I was in training to be a minister, and that I was going to be assessed as a Candidate for the ministry this weekend. When I said that I was interested in reconciliation ministry, and that I had worked in Northern Ireland, he said, "I thought you were Irish. I just had a feeling you were, and I guess you are on some level." He then said that I should follow my call wherever it leads. It was amazing. Then, he asked to pray with me. After getting over the initial shock of praying in public, I said yes, and he prayed over my travels, for my family and for my call. He prayed that I would be a peacemaker. I also prayed for him, and then we shared email addresses and parted ways. Had I not had his email address in my pocket, I wouldn't have believed he was real. He seemed like a guardian angel. I walked to my departure gate, bewildered, and more sure than ever before that I was going in the direction God wanted me to go.

-Having lunch at the Hobbit Cafe in Houston with my parents after my examination. It is a charming Lord of the Rings themed place, that's been a hallmark in Houston for over 30 years. The sunny outdoor seating under the trees, green wooden paneling and delicious food captures the cheer of Tolkien's Middle Earth.

-The way the sun shined through the glass ceiling of the antique shop my Mother and I walked through. It illuminated the peeling white paint and the brilliant stained glass.

-The feeling of relaxation that really only comes with being home again.

twelve's a crowd

-Having the girls over for Sex&theCity on Tuesdays. What is normally a few people ended up being twelve, crammed into my little apartment. We had the chocolate hazelnut cookies I made, and of course, wine. The energy and laughter from all being together was enlivening.

-The tick-tock of my old wind-up alarm clock. I bought it ages ago in an antique store for 50 cents. At first, the tick-tock kept me awake, but now I can't sleep well without its rhythm. I also love how the face glows in the dark, so that I can always tell what time it is.

-Driving to lunch, we blared the Dixie Chicks "Not Ready to Make Nice" and sang at the top of our lungs. I love that song, with all of its bravery and honesty. It's refreshing to hear country music that isn't afraid to break out of its political mold.

pick-me-ups

-The woman who was walking down the street with her head turned upwards, admiring the trees. She'd found a glimpse, I suppose.

-Seeing Johanna in the library, she came over and hugged me and gave me a kiss on the cheek and then hugged me again. It was the warmest 'hello' I've received in a while.

-While studying outside, Rodger walked by with some candy, and plopped a couple of handfuls of it onto the picnic table. I needed the sugary pick-me-up as I studied, and so did the two students and security guard who walked by and were given some.

reflections

-Visiting a little old couple that goes to Eastminster who haven't been able to come to church for eight months. We took them some of the flowers from the Sunday service. The wife looked completely delighted that we were there. They were warm and friendly, even though we've never met before.

-The way the buildings in downtown Decatur reflected the cloudy blue sky and sunlight.

-Feeling accomplished (and famished) after working out for the first time in a while. Even though my legs were tired, I think I walked a bit taller (which for me is quite a feat) as I left.

shedding light

-Something Shirley said yesterday has been haunting me. I said that I was feeling a bit restless here in my second year of seminary, and she said that perhaps my restlessness is me being prepared for what comes next. She said it was a healthy sign, and I think I agree. Today I've felt lighter, knowing that my discontent is a sign of the Spirit. I'm reminded of a song by Matthew Perryman Jones, that says, "Change is coming now, I can feel its breath. All my fears are falling down, right to their death. Oh, may they rest." I can feel the breath of change, and it is liberating.

-I glanced over at a light on the way to church, and made eye contact with the taxi driver next to me. We shared a smile and a nice little nod.

-The quality of the light in the coffee shop this afternoon. It cascaded through the window in bright rays, making everything look softer and warmer inside (and making me feel softer and warmer inside).

smells, exaggerations and impromptu conversations

-The smell of the fresh-out-of-the-dryer sheets on my bed as I drift off to sleep.

-The man who was biking with his daughter and used exaggerated arm motions to cue me that they were turning left. I didn't even know people used those anymore.

-An afternoon of coffee and conversation with Shirley, an exchange student from England. Kim and Elizabeth from school also happened to come by the coffee shop, and we all had a great chat. Accidental gatherings like that are the most fun.

rest and roses

-Getting my coffee in a smiley faced mug at the diner this morning. Its nose stuck out from the mug, and it had little hearts around it. It was very random and cute.

-After speaking at a seminary luncheon, they gave me one of the centerpieces. Beautiful roses, that are yellow and fade to pink. My apartment already smells like them.

-A much-needed Friday afternoon nap.

newness

-The little bird chirping happily outside of my Greek classroom this morning. (Not that I wasn't paying attention...)

-The woman who smiled at me warmly as I slowed to let her cross the road in front of me.

-A fun new haircut.

heavenly indulgences

-Waking up and realizing that I'd set my alarm an hour early. I indulged in one more hour's sleep, and it was wonderful.

-Rushing in to work this morning and kicking myself for skipping breakfast (again), only to discover that Ed had brought us the most delicious chocolate donuts. Coupled with Elizabeth's divine homemade eclairs last night, I'm in chocolate heaven.

-The warm feel of the paper as it comes out of the copier.

surface observation

-The way raindrops fell into puddles, forming circles and bubbles on the surface. I'm amazed at how perfectly round they are.

-Treating myself to a hot, chocolatey mocha because I had to be out and about in the cold rain.

-The mother who waited at the bus stop with her baby son. She was holding him, and they were both looking at each other and smiling. Now that I think about it, I should have given them a lift.

flamboyantly French

-Saying "haw" all morning with Ed and Leslie. We were entirely too unruly with our pitifully fake French accents, and had a ball. It became a greeting of sorts as we yelled "haw, haw, wee wee cherie" and the like back and forth to one another, while trying not to laugh.

-The way the sunlight crept through the brilliant yellows of this tree at Eastminster. I happened to glance up, and was stunned. God seems to be the most flamboyant during fall. :)

-The little old man that was walking down the sidewalk carrying a painting. It obstructed most of his face, and I couldn't make out what was painted on the canvas. Did he paint it? Was he taking it to someone, or just home? I guess I'll never know.

so the darkness shall be the light...

-Rediscovering T.S. Eliot. His Four Quartets are amazing, especially the third. I love how he captures waiting, with all of its struggle and beauty.

I said to my soul, be still, and wait without hope

For hope would be hope for the wrong thing; wait without love,

For love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faith

But the faith and the love and the hope are all in the waiting.

Wait without thought, for you are not ready for thought

So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing.

Whisper of running streams, and winter lightning.

The wild thyme unseen and the wild strawberry,

The laughter in the garden, echoed ecstasy

Not lost, but requiring, pointing to the agony

Of death and birth.

-When we were leaving church, Ed was talking about plans, and that he thinks the Holy Spirit works best through plans because we already have one foot off of the ground. He said that we can then be blown this way or that, because we're not too firmly grounded in our own agenda. I said "or we can be blown down" (meaning that our plans can be changed altogether) and, at that moment, I tripped on the concrete and stumbled. We laughed and I looked for lightning.

-A new soft cardigan for the chilly weather.

kindness, randomness and art

-At a meeting this morning, Tom, the sweet Aggie (from last Sat's post), was coughing. A woman got up and went all the way across the room just to give him a piece of candy to help with his cough.

-The zig-zagged imprint on the bottom of my Snicker's bar. Why do most chocolate candy bars have that same pattern on the bottom?

-Driving into Atlanta this afternoon, I saw the lovely skyline, and noticed that a mural along the road was completed. Last time I passed this mural, it was half-finished and had a sign on it requesting donations so that they could complete it. It looks beautiful and bright amid the grey of the city.