Someone sent the card to me as an artshow ad, and it started my own thought on the subject of such a basic dichotomy. I took it off my postings board and began to carry it, then folded and glue-stick-ed it, so that it worked like flipping a coin. I left it in my wallet/datebook, loose, so that I could not predict which side would show itself to me in the course of a day. It has been a moment's help, over and over again. May you will find it useful, too!
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My late husband was literally a dream come true. I saw him in my minds eye one day and was committed to him from that moment on. When we met, I seemed to win the same response from him. Never a qualm, we paired better than APPLE peripherals and did well till his passing. I have that memory as food and fuel and glow and giggles and goodness in every way even when all else fails, like my angel.
He had a wonderful heart and soul and was a fine match for me - like me, he loved the serious work, so , no matter pressing he could be found always with a happy disposition about it. “The Goodstuff” was one of his favorited catchphrases when were young. In college days, he felt it spoke volumes:
Both parents and children are Sci-Arts folk - with very nice and occasionally world class honors in it. It was not so unusual for me to find solutions to my issues with technology. I had done my first data processing before my daughter was born.
So when an accident disabled me suddenly, it just "happened" - my son flew in and tossed me the renowned Apple G3 PowerBook - non-bronze. And a world-class IT fellow, he was one of the best teachers a girl could want for basic code. Not long ago his Dad and I attached and then removed training wheels on his first bicycle. And now he showed me Angelfire free templates to use and then remove the templates and do my own code when I was ready....my own "training wheels". And soon ellefagan.com was purchased and celebrated its 17th birthday this February!
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"Your children are not your children - they are the sons and daughters of life's yearning for itself" . God is the Archer, my late husband and I the Bow and string, and our children the arrows we sent into the world. Such thinking really helps and I am glad I was cultivated to it. But ohhhhhh....those years with them idling in he quiver! And just dancing about and deployed not far and for fun only....just to be ready for when it was time and shined up and returned to their place. Those days keep me just fine and glowing whenever I tap into them!