"Being made perfect in a short space"
This has been going through my head all day. Actually I was reminded of it a couple days ago thanks to the_happy_pig. He posted pictures of a cemetery he was walking through. Those pictures took me back to DC to the Oak Hill Cemetery in Georgetown. A few years back I spent many lunch hours wondering through the comforting silence of Oak Hill. I began writing my book there. I would sit on a bench that faced a momument I began to refer to as my temple.
It's there, the big monument in the middle. If memory serves correctly Corcoran is inscribed along the top. The Cororans created the cemetery. There are many names inscribed along the base of the monument and one always stood out from the rest; Edith Celestine Eustis. She died in 1936 at the age of 24. Below her name it is written:
"Being made perfect in a short space, she fulfilled a long time."
This phrase became the foundation of the words that filled 3 journals. 3 journals that now reside in my nightstand drawer, untouched for years. 3 journals that I poured my heart and soul into while sitting on a bench facing "my temple." Today I pulled those journals out of their hiding place. It's time to finish what I started.
This has been going through my head all day. Actually I was reminded of it a couple days ago thanks to the_happy_pig. He posted pictures of a cemetery he was walking through. Those pictures took me back to DC to the Oak Hill Cemetery in Georgetown. A few years back I spent many lunch hours wondering through the comforting silence of Oak Hill. I began writing my book there. I would sit on a bench that faced a momument I began to refer to as my temple.
It's there, the big monument in the middle. If memory serves correctly Corcoran is inscribed along the top. The Cororans created the cemetery. There are many names inscribed along the base of the monument and one always stood out from the rest; Edith Celestine Eustis. She died in 1936 at the age of 24. Below her name it is written:
"Being made perfect in a short space, she fulfilled a long time."
This phrase became the foundation of the words that filled 3 journals. 3 journals that now reside in my nightstand drawer, untouched for years. 3 journals that I poured my heart and soul into while sitting on a bench facing "my temple." Today I pulled those journals out of their hiding place. It's time to finish what I started.
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heh....
i'm a perv...you are a perv...we're all pervs! (well...everyone 'cept tori amos... she's a goddess! heh!)
i suggest listening to the DOORS! yes... that's it... here... let me put on tehir first lp.... break on thru to the otherside... yeh.
XOXO..