Pardon Me While I Find My Place...

As I write this intro-info, I am exhausted. Bear with me.
I'm not gonna waste my time by being random, but coherently honest in the briefest sense that is relevant to this blog. My name is Kristin. I consider myself a writer as I am currently working on a book that is giving me hell but the sweetest freedom at the time.
My interest is everything, I believe I am here on this Earth to learn every opportunity I am presented with.
Nothing really to add to that. By all means, teach me whether it is about you or something you're interested in and I'll eagerly drink it in.

~ Monday, October 17 ~

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Me, Somalia, late 1992, taking a break from night patrols.

We were there because, like now, 20 years later, people were starving. Red Cross and UNICEF relief convoys were being hi-jacked by thugs trying to wield power by controlling food distribution, and we made sure the food and medical supplies got where they were supposed to go. I’ll never forget the first time we flew into the “red zone” by helicopter, escorting the truck convoys, seeing 1 million starving, dying, and dead people lined up with nowhere to go.

With the “occupy” nonsense going on now, Somalia has slipped off the media radar; it’s not as glamorous as “eat the rich.” I suspect that once the US elections are over (and/or the US gets out of Iraq and Afghanistan), it may be a repeat of 1992-1993, and again in another 20 years unless something changes for the better there.

Having a starving baby die in your arms while you’re trying to help feed him kinda gives you a different perspective on what is and what is not true suffering.

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~ Saturday, July 2 ~

[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]

Mykonos by Fleet Foxes.

Words fail to express how I feel about this band.

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Little Prince :)

However I agree. They’re held all the time, someone bathes and changes them, they don’t have a care in the world because they don’t know anything that’s going on—being a baby alone is a spa.

lickypickysticky:

Little Maximilian (not pictured here) went to a Baby Spa today.
He swam with that doughnut around his quadruple chinned neck and afterwards had a baby massage session.

Things should not get any crazier if you ask me.
My sister said he sat there like the King of Sheba while they were kneading and massaging him.

O_O

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~ Saturday, June 4 ~

Reblog if you love Him, & You’re thankful that He went through this for you.

xoxorachelthedino:

I don’t thank him every day, but I know that he knows I am greatful♥.

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~ Thursday, May 5 ~

“ Date a girl who reads. Date a girl who spends her money on books instead of clothes. She has problems with closet space because she has too many books. Date a girl who has a list of books she wants to read, who has had a library card since she was twelve.

Find a girl who reads. You’ll know that she does because she will always have an unread book in her bag.She’s the one lovingly looking over the shelves in the bookstore, the one who quietly cries out when she finds the book she wants. You see the weird chick sniffing the pages of an old book in a second hand book shop? That’s the reader. They can never resist smelling the pages, especially when they are yellow.

She’s the girl reading while waiting in that coffee shop down the street. If you take a peek at her mug, the non-dairy creamer is floating on top because she’s kind of engrossed already. Lost in a world of the author’s making. Sit down. She might give you a glare, as most girls who read do not like to be interrupted. Ask her if she likes the book.

Buy her another cup of coffee.

Let her know what you really think of Murakami. See if she got through the first chapter of Fellowship. Understand that if she says she understood James Joyce’s Ulysses she’s just saying that to sound intelligent. Ask her if she loves Alice or she would like to be Alice.

It’s easy to date a girl who reads. Give her books for her birthday, for Christmas and for anniversaries. Give her the gift of words, in poetry, in song. Give her Neruda, Pound, Sexton, Cummings. Let her know that you understand that words are love. Understand that she knows the difference between books and reality but by god, she’s going to try to make her life a little like her favorite book. It will never be your fault if she does.

She has to give it a shot somehow.

Lie to her. If she understands syntax, she will understand your need to lie. Behind words are other things: motivation, value, nuance, dialogue. It will not be the end of the world.

Fail her. Because a girl who reads knows that failure always leads up to the climax. Because girls who understand that all things will come to end. That you can always write a sequel. That you can begin again and again and still be the hero. That life is meant to have a villain or two.

Why be frightened of everything that you are not? Girls who read understand that people, like characters, develop. Except in the Twilightseries.

If you find a girl who reads, keep her close. When you find her up at 2 AM clutching a book to her chest and weeping, make her a cup of tea and hold her. You may lose her for a couple of hours but she will always come back to you. She’ll talk as if the characters in the book are real, because for a while, they always are.

You will propose on a hot air balloon. Or during a rock concert. Or very casually next time she’s sick. Over Skype.

You will smile so hard you will wonder why your heart hasn’t burst and bled out all over your chest yet. You will write the story of your lives, have kids with strange names and even stranger tastes. She will introduce your children to the Cat in the Hat and Aslan, maybe in the same day. You will walk the winters of your old age together and she will recite Keats under her breath while you shake the snow off your boots.

Date a girl who reads because you deserve it. You deserve a girl who can give you the most colorful life imaginable. If you can only give her monotony, and stale hours and half-baked proposals, then you’re better off alone. If you want the world and the worlds beyond it, date a girl who reads.

Or better yet, date a girl who writes.

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My guts are bursting with love….

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