Portal

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I’ve never really had a strong connection to material things. Things that I have purchased in the past, have not lasted long due to their quality, or, I had to sell it to pay for something else. So usually when I’ve owned something I’ve never gotten too attached to it because I don’t know how long it’s going to be around.

This morning, as I was sitting here the kitchen table, trying to think about how I’m going to word this paper that is due tomorrow, I thought I would check out what’s going on over at Dooce. After reading about Chuck, I was absolutely heartbroken. I have been following Dooce’s blog for about 8 years now. It could be longer. I have never posted any comments on her site, there’s no specific reason really, I just haven’t. But I continue to be a big fan, for her realness, and triumphs that she has gone through.

When I was done reading her post, I thought for a minute about how I’m going to have to wipe the tears away and get back to my paper, and what a drag that is really because I’m having a hard time completing it. This week has had a strong topic of attachment to it, and letting things go, and how difficult that is sometimes. I have many attachments in my life, including my family, whether it be people or family members in dog and cat form. Another attachment I noticed was this 13 inch portal that allows me to go anywhere in the world and experience and share other peoples thoughts and ideas, the heartbreak and joy, and the knowledge that millions of people share with each other along their journey.

Living on an island with such a small population has made me realize how important it is to stay connected to people, and sometimes, most times for me, that connection is through this portal. I never take it for granted, and am forever grateful that it’s open.

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Monday, Wake up call.

I’ve never spent a Monday like this, and probably wouldn’t want to make a habit of it. Ever sit around most of the day with your husband and laugh over music you would want to play at your funeral? We did. When a person sits and listens to lyrics of songs and wonders if it would pertain to their life or not, it’s definitely a time to be choosy.

No, were not sick, or recently given some horrible news of weeks being shortened, just laughing at life.

Thanks Babe, you know how to pick `em.

Picture of the Day: Inside Baltimore’s George Peabody Library

BEAUTIFUL.

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Photograph by MATTHEW PETROFF

The George Peabody Library is the 19th century research library of The Johns Hopkins University. It is located on the Peabody campus at Mount Vernon Place in Baltimore, Maryland. The collections are available for use by the general public, in keeping with the philanthropist George Peabody’s goal to create a library “which is to be maintained for the free use of all persons who desire to consult it.” [source]

Peabody, having become a wealthy man in Baltimore through commerce during the 1810s and 20s, “gave $300,000 as a beginning sum for the Peabody Institute” in February 1857. The library’s 300,000 volume collection is particularly strong in religion, British art, architecture, topography and history; American history, biography, and literature; Romance languages and literature; history of science; and geography, exploration and travel. [source]

Completed in 1878, it was designed by Baltimore architect Edmund G…

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