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cat lady / newlywed / North Carolinian

Got a new piercing today! It’s been a while.

Please reblog and add any prayer, blessing or healing thoughts for Julie

Mi Sheberakh,
Avoteinu: Avraham, Yitzhak, v’Yaakov,
v’Imoteinu: Sarah, Rivka, Rachel v’Leah,
Hu yivarekh virapei
et haholah Julie
HaKadosh Barukh Hu
yimalei rahamim aleha,
l’hahlimah,
u-l’rap’otah,
l’hahazikah,
u-l’hay-otah.
V’yishlah lah bim-hera
r’fuah shlemah,
r’fu-at hanefesh u-r’fu-at hagoof,
b’tokh sh’ar holei Yisrael v’holei yoshvei tevel,
hashta ba’agalah u-vizman kariv,
v’no-mar, Amen

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May the One who blessed our ancestors —
Patriarchs Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob,
Matriarchs Sarah, Rebecca, Rachel, and Leah —
bless and heal the one who is ill: Julie.
May the Holy Blessed One
overflow with compassion upon her,
to restore her,
to heal her,
to strengthen her,
to enliven her,
The One will send her speedily,
a complete healing —
healing of the soul and healing of the body —
along with all the ill,
among the people of Israel and all humankind,
soon,
speedily,
without delay,
and let us all say:  Amen

— 1 year ago
In other news, when I left the house for my daily post office run yesterday, this guy walked out from under my car so of course I followed him across the street going “oh my gosh, you’re a raccoon” and then watched him climb a tree and it made my day and now I know which hole he lives in which is good because I think we’re destined to be friends.

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Also, Tumblr’s being a butt and unfollowed a bunch of people for me again. If I used to follow you and don’t anymore, let me know so I can fix it!

In other news, when I left the house for my daily post office run yesterday, this guy walked out from under my car so of course I followed him across the street going “oh my gosh, you’re a raccoon” and then watched him climb a tree and it made my day and now I know which hole he lives in which is good because I think we’re destined to be friends.

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May 12, 2012 | 11:38 am
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Also, Tumblr’s being a butt and unfollowed a bunch of people for me again. If I used to follow you and don’t anymore, let me know so I can fix it!

— 1 year ago
ATTN: Danny Brito.

ATTN: Danny Brito.

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— 1 year ago with 37685 notes
A tattoo meme again? Okay!

If you haven’t seen it before, this is my first tattoo. It is from Joseph M. Martin a choral piece that I first encountered in high school. We sang it throughout my time in Chorale at Durham School of the Arts, and it became to dear to me almost instantly. I accompanied the choir on piano and we took this piece to competition at Disney World in both 9th and 12th grades, winning both times; it has come to remind me of some amazing times with some amazing musicians at DSA. The lyrics are incredibly moving as well, and the music—well, you just kind of have to hear it. A choir at Fort Worth Academy of Fine Arts does a great job with it, and you can see a video of their performance here. If you don’t get chills, something might be wrong with your soul.

Here are the lyrics:

I dreamed a dream, a silent dream of a land not far away Where no bird sang, no steeple rang, and teardrops fell like rain I dreamed a dream, a silent dream I dreamed a dream of a land so filled with pride That every song, both weak and strong, withered and died I dreamed a dream No allelujah, not one hosanna, no song of love, no lullaby And no choir sang to change the world No pipers played, no dancers twirled I dreamed a dream, a silent dream Silent Awake, awake Awake, awake Awake, awake my soul and sing The time for praise has come The silence of the night has passed, a new day has begun Let music never die in me, forever let my spirit sing Wherever emptiness is found, let there be joy and glorious sound Let music never die in me, forever let my spirit sing Let all our voices join as one to praise the giver of the song Awake, awake Let music live Let music live Let music live

My tattoo is of the very last line that the choir sings, “let music live.” The photo, one of my favorites of my dad and me from my wedding rehearsal, was taken by J’s god-sister Lena Masur.

A tattoo meme again? Okay!

If you haven’t seen it before, this is my first tattoo. It is from Joseph M. Martin a choral piece that I first encountered in high school. We sang it throughout my time in Chorale at Durham School of the Arts, and it became to dear to me almost instantly. I accompanied the choir on piano and we took this piece to competition at Disney World in both 9th and 12th grades, winning both times; it has come to remind me of some amazing times with some amazing musicians at DSA. The lyrics are incredibly moving as well, and the music—well, you just kind of have to hear it. A choir at Fort Worth Academy of Fine Arts does a great job with it, and you can see a video of their performance here. If you don’t get chills, something might be wrong with your soul.

Here are the lyrics:

I dreamed a dream, a silent dream of a land not far away
Where no bird sang, no steeple rang, and teardrops fell like rain
I dreamed a dream, a silent dream
I dreamed a dream of a land so filled with pride
That every song, both weak and strong, withered and died
I dreamed a dream

No allelujah, not one hosanna, no song of love, no lullaby
And no choir sang to change the world
No pipers played, no dancers twirled
I dreamed a dream, a silent dream
Silent

Awake, awake
Awake, awake

Awake, awake my soul and sing
The time for praise has come
The silence of the night has passed, a new day has begun
Let music never die in me, forever let my spirit sing
Wherever emptiness is found, let there be joy and glorious sound
Let music never die in me, forever let my spirit sing
Let all our voices join as one to praise the giver of the song
Awake, awake
Let music live
Let music live
Let music live

My tattoo is of the very last line that the choir sings, “let music live.” The photo, one of my favorites of my dad and me from my wedding rehearsal, was taken by J’s god-sister Lena Masur.

— 1 year ago
Favorite photo Friday: I took this on a trip to an NC beach with my best friend Ame back in the day, maybe 2006-ish. We were out by the ocean one night, waiting by a sea turtle nest to see if the baby turtles would walk down to the water, and while we waited, we drank—sangria, red wine from this dude at the nest, sprite with peach vodka, champagne. Soon, it started to storm, and we lingered as long as we could before running back down the beach to the house where we were staying (incidentally, I was running with said sprite bottle, then idiotically decided I wanted a sip, opening the bottle and losing the cap forever as it rocketed off into the night, barely missing my eye). We were getting some great lightning, so I paused for a minute and got my camera ready, hoping to get a good shot of the next strike. Somehow, my drunken reflexes were fast enough to capture this moment, and I maintain that it’s one of the coolest photos I’ve ever taken, even if it is a bit crooked. Oh, and I then proceeded to eat cereal with milk as a late night snack (bad decision, young Emily) and, subsequently, got violently sick later. I have since wised up about the dos and don’ts of proper heavy drinking. The end

Favorite photo Friday: I took this on a trip to an NC beach with my best friend Ame back in the day, maybe 2006-ish. We were out by the ocean one night, waiting by a sea turtle nest to see if the baby turtles would walk down to the water, and while we waited, we drank—sangria, red wine from this dude at the nest, sprite with peach vodka, champagne. Soon, it started to storm, and we lingered as long as we could before running back down the beach to the house where we were staying (incidentally, I was running with said sprite bottle, then idiotically decided I wanted a sip, opening the bottle and losing the cap forever as it rocketed off into the night, barely missing my eye). We were getting some great lightning, so I paused for a minute and got my camera ready, hoping to get a good shot of the next strike. Somehow, my drunken reflexes were fast enough to capture this moment, and I maintain that it’s one of the coolest photos I’ve ever taken, even if it is a bit crooked. Oh, and I then proceeded to eat cereal with milk as a late night snack (bad decision, young Emily) and, subsequently, got violently sick later. I have since wised up about the dos and don’ts of proper heavy drinking. The end

— 1 year ago
womenreading:

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I need to take a journey today. I’m behind on my goal of reading through the whole Harry Potter series and I also have library books that I haven’t touched. Tragic!

womenreading:

(via bluesdetoi)

I need to take a journey today. I’m behind on my goal of reading through the whole Harry Potter series and I also have library books that I haven’t touched. Tragic!

— 1 year ago with 1633 notes