Monday, January 25, 2010

Eating matches.

“Each of us is born with a box of matches inside us but we can't strike them all by ourselves; just as in the experiment, we need oxygen and a candle to help. In this case, the oxygen, for example, would come from the breath of the person you love; the candle could be any kind of food, music, caress, word, or sound that engenders the explosion that lights one of the matches.”

That is a quote from one of my very favorite books, "Like Water for Chocolate". I've read it five times. It has excellent recipes and I've tried a couple of them.

I got a letter from Zoob. He doesn't hate me. The world can keep turning. I had no idea how much someone else's feelings mattered to me until today...or at least how relieved I could be to know I haven't been tossed under the bus by someone so dear to me.

Yesterday during mass I read something that touched me and has stuck with me since. It said "God loved me into existence"....

I know everything will be fine.

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