January 5, 2011 – Leaving LanguishLand

People Are Precious

I’ve started writing this post more than once, deleted it, then started again. I’ve written long versions and short ones. Sad ones and angry ones. Thought-based ones and emotion-based ones. I even wrote one version with profanity in it… but what it comes down to is that people are precious.

They’re precious.

Wildebeasts Bludgeoning Horseradish Yepondidesta!

I don’t even know what that means, but it’s bad.

THEY’RE PRECIOUS!

Don’t ever forget.

Hi there. I'm Kate. Years and years ago, I started this blog in the hopes of publishing a novel and becoming an author. Instead, I went to law school and now I work in indigent criminal defense. I live in the desert with my two little dogs, Heartmeds and Stranger Danger. My mom is my best friend in the whole world. In my free time, I do geeky things like reading comic books and watching Star Trek. I also run half marathons so I can eat pizza and drink red wine without feeling (too terribly) ashamed. I do yoga. I write. Thanks for stopping by!

What more was needed by this old man, who divided the leisure of his life, where there was so little leisure, between gardening in the daytime and contemplation at night? Was not this narrow enclosure, with the heavens for a ceiling, sufficient to enable him to adore God in his most divine works, in turn? Does not this comprehend all, in fact? and what is there left to desire beyond it? A little garden in which to walk, and immensity in which to dream. At one's feet that which can be cultivated and plucked; over head that which one can study and meditate upon: some flowers on earth, and all the stars in the sky.
Victor Hugo, Les Miserables