'Living on a prayer'

Am promising myself that I will begin blogging once more. I do not care if the only eyes that ever rest on this page are mine; maintaining a blog is something that I want to do for myself -- for my own introspection, to learn more about my own true thoughts and commentary about this life and world. It may only happen every once in a blue moon, but it is very much a commitment that I want to make to and for myself.

I think that it's been almost a year since I last blogged. So much has happened, so much has changed. 'Transformative' is the buzzword that I toss around, but it's so appropriate. I am not the same person that I once was, and I am perfectly fine with that. I love the person that I have been, I love the person that I am, and I love the person that I am becoming.

I have read a lot of good stuff this evening, today, and in the past few days. I am feeling good about this quarter -- it's going to be hard as hell, no doubt, but I know that there are so many wonderful things in store.

I came across the prayer of St. Francis of Assisi this evening and ... I ... absolutely ... LOVE ... it:

Lord, make me an instrument of Your peace.
Where there is hatred, let me sow love;
Where there is injury, pardon;
Where there is doubt, faith;
Where there is despair, hope;
Where there is darkness, light;
Where there is sadness, joy.


O, Divine Master, grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled as to console;
To be understood as to understand;
To be loved as to love.


For it is in giving that we receive;
It is in pardoning that we are pardoned;
And it is in dying that we are born to eternal life.


I know with completely certitude that these are some of the most beautiful words ever written.