No sappy poetry, no happy thoughts or kawaii things today (unless you count Lambear, below). Just reposting my entry from our family blog, thehappylab, on some of the things we can do to help the victims of Typhoon Yolanda (AKA Haiyan). No effort or contribution is too small.
Christmas starts now! Read more on www.thehappylab.com.ph.
Because I have no words today, I will borrow some from Emily Dickinson:
After great pain, a formal feeling comes–
The Nerves sit ceremonious, like Tombs–
The stiff Heart questions was it He, that bore,
And Yesterday, or Centuries before?
The Feet, unceremonious, go round—
A Wooden way
Of Ground, or Air, or Ought—
A Quartz contentment, like a stone—
This is the Hour of Lead—
Remembered, if outlived,
As Freezing persons, recollect the Snow—
First—Chill, then Stupor—then the letting go—