Name:
Robin
Location:
10-a-c
Married to my college sweet-heart :)...three GREAT kids I'm not selling to the circus today...I LOVE to laugh (& smile often)...love to read & cook, hate to shop (unless the store is very small and doesn't leave me dazed and confused). I'm scared of flying so although I'd like to travel more, I don't.
I've been pleasantly surprised to find life in my 40s to be an amazing time of transformation & discovery--of self, others, creation and the Creator.
Here's a partial explanation for my Blog title. I think it'd be cool if they really existed.
A Pensieve is a stone basin.... [One] can extract his or her own memories and place them in the Pensieve, especially
to relieve the mind when it becomes too flooded with information. Anyone can examine the memories in the Pensieve, which also allows viewers to fully immerse themselves in the memories stored within...
A Pensieve first appears in Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire...
For the complete explanation, see
my 2/17/06 post.
My complete profile
Makes me wanna shout 
3 Comments:
I need to study more about him.
my sound is out, so i couldn't hear what you want to shout. i assume you'd shout the same thing i would.
I just watched a 2 hr. doc on the SCLC, King, Abernathy & the Freedom Riders. I can't get over how the police (many of whom were KKK) were praised for "not allowing violence" by arresting & beating innocent people. Regardless of anyone's thoughts on non-violence, religion or any other matter, one cannot dismiss the facts -- innocent people disappeared from southern jails, never to be seen, again; innocent people were beaten unconscious & to death for asking for freedom (one white man was beathen into coma for helping a Freedom Rider into his own car). Homes were fire-bombed in the middle of the night, people lost their lives or escaped with only their lives.
What would I be willing to do for my freedom? for your freedom?
I read the first "this."
didn't get to the 2nd "this." I have to go to bed.
I was very young when this all began, and didn't understand it, because I had never been exposed to any of it where I lived.
It hurts me to read it.
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