Church

23.  Sacred
Well.  Having engaged in some liturgical dance at the Altar of Hugh Laurie Sunday night,

(is that right?)

let's think about "sacred."  Oddly enough, "church" or "worship" are not what come to mind when I hear that word.  Rather, I think of quiet.  Stillness.  Sitting with oneself and one's soul, letting your mind and your heart go to important, essential things.

"Sacred," to me, is the relaxed awareness of what is good for me.  Of what calms me.  Of what stirs me, but not to a frenzy.  It is the peace that envelops me when I let everything go, and that keeps me, even when I try to, from thinking.  "Sacred" doesn't go fast, or make you doubt.  It says to you, "See?  You can be still."

Midday

22.  Midday
Most middays, I'm trying to decide what to do with the rest of the day.  Today, I was dropping Hannah off after our big weekend.

And then driving back to Athens, still in a Hugh Laurie haze.  What a remarkable night.  The best part was watching him so obviously loving the music and enjoying playing it.

Gifted.

Twenty-One. Three Weeks of This Already?

21.  Something Old
An aging copy of a favorite book:

With a new addition:

This would be Mr. Wilson signing:

This would be Mr. Wilson with my son:

Briton told him "You made my mom really happy."  Good manners, sweet gestures --- old-fashioned, but wonderful.

And tonight, another old crush:

Take Two

20.  Taste

Yep.  Again.  I double and triple-checked.  

But first to your personality.  The three words that you feel when you imagine the color "white" are supposed to show your feelings about Death.

Huh?  Did it work?

Hey, I only administer the tests, I don't write them.

Relaxing in a hotel after a day of "The Walking Dead."  Don't have my camera USB cord with me, so can't post any photos for a couple of days.  But, man, it was fun.  I got to talk with Scott Wilson twice, which was my primary goal.  Briton and I were supposed to get a photo with Andrew Lincoln, but his session was late in the day, he was late to it (anything involving him was a jam-packed sell-out), and there were lines upon lines upon lines of people.  500?  600?  Neither Briton nor I had eaten anything all day, and standing in that crowd, in that heat, for, well, it looked like it was going to be forever, just wasn't in our cards.

I'll try to tell you more about the day tomorrow.  It was a remarkable amount of fun, and there's still Hugh tomorrow night!

And I do have something for "taste" --- delicious lobster ravioli for our post-convention meal.

Absence of Color

19.  White
When I was teaching, my favorite chapter was the one on socialization --- explaining how the groups to which we belong impact who we are.  The process extends into the form our individual personalities take (though how deeply it reaches is the source of much debate.)

During that chapter, I would give my students personality tests, some serious, others not so much.  One that was always a favorite involved imagining colors, and writing down three words describing how you feel when you do.  One of the colors was "white."

Go on --- you can think of three words if you'd like.  Mine are always along the lines of "still," peaceful," "beautiful," "calming."

Now, if you'd like to know what your three words indicate about you, you'll have to tune in tomorrow.  I will do my dead-level best to have an entry, but, be forewarned, I'm meeting Scott Wilson and Andrew Lincoln tomorrow, as well as stealing glances at other "Walking Dead" cast members, so I can't pinky-swear to anything.

Going Up

18.  Looking down
I sort of wish this prompt were coming this weekend, as it is the WalkerStalker Convention and Hugh Laurie concert weekend, and there might be some nice pictures I could take from "up high," or some cool stories I could relate.

As it is. . .

Looking down from where I am right now, I see Finn curled up next to me on the couch, and, ummmm. . .

Am I allowed to look "across" and "over"?

Another Sense

17.  Touch