In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below. We are the Dead. Short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved and were loved, and now we lie In Flanders fields. Take up our quarrel with the foe: To you from failing hands we throw The torch; be yours to hold it high. If ye break faith with us who die We shall not sleep, though poppies grow In Flanders fields.
I’ve been working through this post in my head for a while, and while difficult, I’m finally writing it. Due to a back injury, I gave up yoga. No extensions, no back bends, no warrior or planks. Nothing at all. Let’s go back to July, shall we? I had finally done it, a perfect month. […]More
Ladies and gentlemen, it’s officially Halloween week! Due to my back injury, I ended up needing to make a last minute change to my Halloween costume, and as always, Anna was up to help me with the challenge! I’m a little disappointed, it’s two years in a row injuries have prevented me from completing/becoming Poison […]More
It is the mark of an educated mind to be able to entertain a thought without accepting it.
I am not a product of my circumstance. I am a product of my decisions.
- Stephen Covey
As promised, here we are, Tuesday Salad. Last week, the office ordered pad thai, and I was on an errand when it was ordered, so I got left out of lunch. This week, I was very much present for ordering lunch. Today, we got pizza. We usually get party trays, so there isn’t a lot […]More