Dormant.
normal physical functions suspended or slowed down for a period of time;
as if in a deep sleep;
asleep, resting, inactive, passive, latent.
Dormant.
Saturday, November 24, 2007
Dormant
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A painter paints pictures on canvas. But musicians paint their pictures on silence. ~Leopold Stokowski
Music cleanses the understanding; inspires it, and lifts it into a realm which it would not reach if it were left to itself. ~Henry Ward Beecher
I just got bangs or "fru fru" as they call it in Hungary
Illy, the Italian coffee phenom
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No one like my sisters!
Gotta love the brothers!
Missing them terribly!
The Tri Suit Is On and I'm not retiring anytime soon.
Budapest at night
Alot of things I'm interested in
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- Here are some things that are important to me, a window into my soul: **my family **my friends **working out **adventure **seeing the nations **advancing global charity **basking in the sunshine **bike rides **Southern California beaches **Lake Tahoe **Nevada mountains **drinking coffee with creamer and honey **good books **creative writing **music **mentoring women **working with youth **staying youthful at heart **painting and art **taking pictures to capture the moment **Red Sox Baseball **Sprint Tri's **watching Olympic games **dancing with friends **eating good food **fully embracing and living in the moment **living for something greater than self **passing truth onto the next generation **faithfulness in every season of my life MY ULTIMATE INTEREST - JESUS. "Love the Lord your God with all your heart, mind, soul and strength and love your neighbor as you love yourself." Luke 10:27
3 comments:
Dormant is a beautiful word . . .
Like a seed laid to rest in barren soil, waiting patiently for the spring rain to bring life . . . Does the seed know what kind of fruit he will soon bear?
Like the caterpillar tucked away in her cocoon of inactivity . . . Does she realize what a beautiful butterfly she is to become? Is her metamorphosis painful? I bet it is . . .
To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub;
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come - WS
Who is the author on this? WS? Great stuff.
Actually, I wrote everything except the last paragraph, which is from William Shakespeare's Hamlet . . . and thanks.
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