A Reprise

The pond is so dry , a photo by ladyhildegarde on Flickr.

To try to put into words, my feelings are, We should give aid to North Korea immediately. People are starving, and a generation of children is becoming malformed, and this is nothing new. The United States, as far as I know, is not considering giving aid to North Korea, but other parts of the world are considering giving aid to North Korea conditionally, if their leader agrees to dismantle the country's nuclear weapons. What do I think would happen if we give aid to North Korea immediately? We will save human lives. We can't control whether or not that country chooses to go to war with us. I don't think our contributions will affect their leader's feelings for us, so we don't need to worry about it. We need to worry about what is in our power to do, and what we should do. We can't control what others choose to do, and we can't build this crooked staircase of conditionals. I know I'm right, because I got this idea from my therapist, and this is

Delphinia went to her room for the rest of the morning. Her journal lay open on her desk, its gold-lined pages unmarked as she contemplated the autumn-hued courtyard garden. The questions she wanted to ask, she could never voice. What do you feel for me? What do you mean by this? Passive as water directed by an unseen current she must submit to another guiding force. But the answers to such questions would serve to direct circumstances in her life which could still be changed. Delphinia bowed her head with confusion over her pink satin-covered book. If Gauvain had no wish to change his present plan to marry Adelia, would she wish to change hers anyway? No. She didn't want to spend her life alone. She had spent too much of it alone already. Christoph was a high-spirited companion. If she could not offer him the same feelings as she felt for the Markgraf, would it be wrong to marry him? Would he ever feel an absence in her regard? She could not definitively decide. A knock at the doo

I can't believe I'm really here , a photo by ladyhildegarde on Flickr. For three days...

Silence for submissiveness, and kindness for Christianity, and I have watched their love turn into hatred as they realized.

Having a New Orleans Lady and watching the World's Strongest Man contest on ESPN.

Delphinia had dressed with care, in a gown of the latest empire fashion characterized by a high, ribbon-bound waist, tiny puffed sleeves and her preferred shade of rose blush. Pink roses adorned the cascade of her golden hair. Due to her dawdling over her toilette the others at the breakfast table were finished and quickly deserting. She did not care particularly, as she had doubted Gauvain make an appearance, and she was not interested in conversing further with Adelia. However as she approached Adelia and Oskar lingered, in an interchange of some kind, as Adelia was rising with her reticule and a slightly thunderous look on her face. Delphinia's gaze darted to Oskar's face, which was Pan-like as usual, his thoughts invisible behind the good-humoured if not assuming expression. "I invited Fraulein Brown to walk with me in the garden, but this morning she is otherwise occupied. Her color is high this morning. I thought the crisp autumnal breeze would cool her brow.&quo