Distilling wonders into words, says my “about me” page, since two thousand ten.

While true, and catchy, and a play on the blog’s subtitle “Words and Wonders,” I’ve never taken considerable time to actually say what these four words mean.

In times of continued self-exploration, I often find myself thinking, “What do I value?” Today, these two questions seem more intertwined than distinct.

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The Age of Astra

I’d finally come upon my story: I saw a name and I saw a scene. Snow. Nighttime. The auroras. And then–quite literally–the sky was falling and things were falling into place.

Today began NaNoWriMo. National Novel Writing Month. It’s an annual challenge to write a 50,000 word novel in one month–and so far I’ve won each of the six years I’ve participated since 2006. It’s become something I look forward to every year, the only time I truly give myself permission to do something I love just for the sake of loving it without allowing anything–or anyone–to get in my way. It’s selfish, but cathartic: In years past, I’ve discovered the story I write becomes a time capsule capturing my life at its moment of conception.

But I’m not here to preach about why I NaNo. I’m here to start an adventure–and to bring you along for the ride.

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How I Waste My Time and Start a New Life

Man, I would love to love him.

I say this often. Rather, I find I say this often to myself. When I see a man so rapturously beautiful–a man so intensely magnificent–so perfectly flawed–so unimaginably crafted–that there’s this spark of interest, striking love, that ignites somewhere within me. It’s a powerful moment, one that stops time and draws my eyes into his.

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Words and Wonders

1.4.          Yose ben Yoezer, of Tzereidah, and Yose ben Yohanan, of Jerusalem, received the tradition from him.

Yose ben Yoezer of Tzereidah, taught:

Make your home a regular meeting place for the scholars;
Sit eagerly at their feet and drink thirstily of their words.

This is an exiting lesson, since for the first time, although I still can’t understand all the Hebrew, I can recognize at least the roots of most of the words! It makes me want to put more energy and effort into speaking Hebrew. I enjoy speaking Hebrew, and I often find myself going to say “slichah” when I’m about to say “excuse me” or “todah” when I’m about to say “thank you.”

I had thought I might fill this commentary with a lot of talk about leadership, seeing as how I just returned from the North Carolina Community College Leadership Institute in Raleigh, but I think I’ll save those lessons and thoughts for another day. Today I want to talk about words.

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