A Giant Puddle of Mommy Mush

(We interrupt this call for blog fodder because this is simply too good not to share.)

I think someone had better get a mop, because I just melted all over the floor.

A few minutes ago Jay told Itai it was time to get ready for bed. He said he needed a few minutes, he had to write something first. We figured it was a stall technique but let him do it anyway. This is what he wrote:

(translated from Hebrew)

Dear Daddy and Mommy,

I love you very much, and I love to play with you very much, and I love to hug and kiss you very much, and I love to hold hands with you.

Love,
Itai

- decorated with a Cupid's heart, and then dated at my request, because you bet your booties this one is going into the "never ever ever throw this out" box

PS Keep the blog fodder requests coming now ;-).
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Blog fodder, or need thereof

Since I've committed to posting every day this month I figure it's in both of our interests for you, the readers, to chip in with suggestions for what you'd like to read. It's win-win - I get ideas, and you get the privilege of not being bored out of your skulls.

So dear readers, what would YOU like to see more of in this space over the next few weeks? What burning questions are YOU dying to see answered?

Okay then, since we're all in agreement (see how smoothly I assumed the sale there? Must be that marketing training in action.) - fire away.

You ask, I'll answer.

Time for a Change

(Forgive me for a somewhat unorthodox response to a writing prompt. I was thinking that the subject for this week's Matinee Muse, a multi-media prompt, was change, when in fact that one was something else entirely and it was Sunday Scribblings that had called for change, leaving my hopes for a simple photo post a bit befuddled. Since I've been sick all weekend and my head is still spinning I'm going to take the easy way out and go for a minimalistic combo.)
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We often take for granted that which is right under our nose.
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But how much more the mundane can be when you just take the time to see.

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Same coins, same arrangement, same lighting. What changed?

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I did.
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I changed my perspective.
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Step out of your comfort zone. Look harder. Look differently. The biggest change comes from within.

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Sick. Meh.

No witty prose. No new photos to share. No funny anecdotes.

I'd probably be able to come up with something, anything, if I'd spent more than 3 hours of today actually awake, but since I didn't this is what you get.

Blah.

Off to go make more tea.

PS I have the best husband in the entire world. He has gone above and beyond in the parenting department so that I could sleep the weekend away.

Birds in Flight

When they're flying in a clear blue sky even pigeons can look good. Photo taken on a walk though Jaffa 2 weeks ago.

Look here for more sky shots from around the world.

Dona Nobis Pacem

Dona nobis pacem - grant us peace.

A noble sentiment to be sure, but is it really what we should be focusing on? Should we really be sitting still waiting for this elusive peace to be granted to us, or should we be reaching forward, inch by inch, day by day, stretching out our fingertips until we can take hold of it and clasp it tightly to our breast?

Today of all days, when the world is still reeling with joyful tears and the belief that a new day is dawning, we need to stand up and be counted.

Peace does not come to those who do nothing. It doesn't come to those who sit home waiting for others to act. It doesn't come to those who dwell on hatred and fear. It doesn't come to those who look for differences instead of commonalities.

Our words, our actions, our trust, our belief can set us on the road to peace. It is not an easy road. There are many who seek to prevent us from reaching the end, but there is safety in numbers. There is hope in numbers. There is ABILITY in numbers.

Together we can make it happen. Together we can show the naysayers and the non-believers that it can be done. Together, we MUST make it happen. For us. For our children. For our neighbors. For their children. For ALL the children.

YES WE CAN.

Don't wait for peace to be granted. Put aside your doubts and fears and reach out and make it so.

Peace will come, and let it begin with me.

Come with us. Join the Blog Blast for Peace. Do it now.

Peace Will Come
Words and Music by Tom Paxton

Peace
Peace will
Peace will come
And let it begin with me

We
We need
We need peace
And let it begin with me

Oh, my own life is all I can hope to control.
Oh, let my life be lived for the good,
Good of my soul.

Let it bring
Peace
Sweet peace
Peace will come
And let it begin with me.

Click here to listen to a short clip from Tom Paxton's Peace Will Come.