Ariadne
Well-known member
I've been kinda irritable the last few months and I want to apologize to anyone I've snapped at because of it (especially Yame). It's one of the reasons I haven't been posting much lately, I don't want to bleed on on the board if you know what I mean. I don't know when I may start posting regularly again since I'm not expecting things to improve for a few months. I want you all to know how much I appreciate the community here though.
Before I go, if anyone is willing to pray for my family it will be appreciated. My mother has been fighting cancer for years now and this summer it's gotten worse. The funeral will probably be in a few weeks. There is no chance of her getting better (and it's no excuse for my irritability for the last little bit). My dad died several years ago so it's good to know they'll be together again, I'm happy for them and sad for me.
Thanks everyone for being awesome and I'll be back when my head is back on straight.
Before I go, if anyone is willing to pray for my family it will be appreciated. My mother has been fighting cancer for years now and this summer it's gotten worse. The funeral will probably be in a few weeks. There is no chance of her getting better (and it's no excuse for my irritability for the last little bit). My dad died several years ago so it's good to know they'll be together again, I'm happy for them and sad for me.
Thanks everyone for being awesome and I'll be back when my head is back on straight.
Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting:
The soul that rises with us, our life’s star,
Hath had elsewhere its setting,
And cometh from afar.
Not in entire forgetfulness,
And not in utter nakedness,
But trailing clouds of glory, do we come
From God, who is our home:
Heaven lies about us in our infancy.
-William Wordsworth (1770–1850)
The soul that rises with us, our life’s star,
Hath had elsewhere its setting,
And cometh from afar.
Not in entire forgetfulness,
And not in utter nakedness,
But trailing clouds of glory, do we come
From God, who is our home:
Heaven lies about us in our infancy.
-William Wordsworth (1770–1850)