Coucoumellisms

Bear with me please, it’s hard to find the words I need to find, to tell you what it is You need to know. Take care with me, my heart’s too damn fragile I’m so afraid, to tell you what it is I want you to know. I am here, body and soul Will you take me, take me whole? If I strip down, come out of hiding If I show you my soul, confiding Will you want me then? Want me whole? If I bare all, body and soul This was never something I intended To share my life with one who’s a stranger To how I feel I’m so lonely, but I’m never alone. I want you here, inside, but it’s so hard To open the door Naked, anxious, defenceless before you I only wish that you would snatch me up Take me here, now. My body’s yours, my soul I offer you Make love to me, hold me close, let’s renew Those vows we once spoke.

So here's a typical comment I get... "If the Catholic Church wants more parishioners, all they have to do is change the rules..." Ok, first of all, the whole point of catholicism has NEVER BEEN and NEVER WILL BE to fill the pews at any cost. Please tell me, what would be the point of having any religion at all if it didn't promote a DIFFERENT (dare I say BETTER) way of life, a way of life that leads TO God, rather than AWAY FROM Him. If the Catholic Church "changed all the rules" there quite simply wouldn't be a Catholic Church left. Perhaps, that's what you people would like. But you know what, the Catholic Church is still going to be there promoting Faith and Hope and Love and Idealism, long after the bunch of you are dead. Because there will ALWAYS be people who recognize that to get something worthwhile, sometimes you have to give up the petty things. Any athlete knows that. You want to be the best? It takes hard work and SACRIFICE. Ye...

You know, I just don't have the energy to debate upon these things anymore... There are enough books out there that explain why marriage is so much more than just a tradition, don't take it from me... read some of them starting with Christopher West's Good News for Sex and Marriage .

Selon LaPresse, de dimanche (23 mars) le nombre d'étudiants qui s'inscrivent aux cours de Théologie depuis environ 6 ans ne cesse d'augmenter dans les universités. Alors, pourquoi suis-je incapable de ressentir ne serait-ce qu'un tout petit peu de joie en entendant cette nouvelle? Je suis tellement rendue cynique que je n'ai plus d'espoir. Personnellement, je ne vois pas ce nouvel "engouement". Je ne vois que le monde qui me croit "fanatique" et "reculée". J'imagine que si LaPresse confirme le fait, c'est que cela doit être vrai. Mais encore là, les gens qui prennent des cours, les prennent-ils pour ensuite se construire une foi catholique au goût du jour, comme ils la veulent, ou prennent-ils des cours parce qu'ils y croient vraiment? J'aimerais tant pouvoir espérer... mais je suis au désert...

I am proud to come from a place where life, all life, is sacred. Traditionally, when you went hunting, if you caught something, it's because the animal let itself be caught so you could continue to live. You didn't waste any parts of the animal and you made sure to thank its spirit for the gift of life. This mentality still exists, despite most people being christian today. Children are still a gift to these people. When I was pregnant with my fifth child, and a little discouraged, because I hadn't really planned on having a fifth child, it was people from Moose Factory who asked me "but why aren't you happy?" One of them pointed out to me that by having five children myself, I was in fact honouring my mother, who had had five children herself. Very few people have abortions where I come from. In fact, although I know a lot of people who have gotten pregnant at times the rest of Canadian society would consider impractical and even impossible, I don't perso...

If I let you in again, would you laugh at me then, or would you try to understand? Would you let me tell my story, Or would you only want to see it your way? Would you touch me when you spoke to me? Would you hold my hand as we walked? Would you touch my face and look at me, The way you never have before? Would you say those words you've barely ever said? So I wouldn't have to guess anymore. I've shut you out, I've closed the windows Locked the door and thrown away the key. Strangers to verbal intimacy, Our dreams tucked safely away out of sight. Would you just take the time to hold me? Would you just sit in the moonlight, silent with me? Would your eyes follow me around the room, The way they never have before? Would you say those words I've rarely ever heard? So I wouldn't have to guess anymore. If I let you into the private garden of my thoughts, Would you find the fruit exotic and the flowers rare, Or would you turn away, looking for some distraction? Would ...

I remember I was in my early teens when my father sent away for a whole bunch of tourist pamphlets about Norway, and started researching everything Norwegian. He was writing a novel, in French, about something that was to take place in Norway. That is all I knew. He wrote a couple of books, none of which I ever read, until fairly recently. Finally, after almost 20 years, and after having translated the book into English, it has been published and is available at amazon.ca . He also has another book that was "published" in French by La Fondation Littéraire Fleur de Lys. In quotations because it is actually printed on demand only. You order one, they print it and send it to you. This one is entitled Katri et le Curé de Sainte-Anne . There was a third book which hasn't been published. Not sure that he is going to do anything with that one.

As I have mentioned before, I am a tall, broad-shouldered woman. I don't have curves. What I do have is long everything, long legs, long arms, long fingers, long toes. If it weren't for the long legs, I'd have an easier time finding a husband who was taller than me. If it weren't for the long toes, I'd have an easier time finding nice shoes that actually fit. The last time I went shoe shopping, I spent the whole day, doing ALL of the stores in St-Jean, and finally ended up in Montreal in the evening, before finding a pair of shoes, size 11, for women, that didn't have huge soles to make my feet look like hummers . They weren't even the nicest pair of shoes I've ever seen, rather basic, boring black. Today, determined to not to go there again, I decided to check out the shoe store at the START of the season, BEFORE I even need shoes, when there is the most chance of there being any shoes in my size, that fit my demands. I went to Naturalizer , fully expec...

Evangile de Jésus-Christ selon saint Jean 8,1-11. Jésus s'était rendu au mont des Oliviers ; de bon matin, il retourna au Temple. Comme tout le peuple venait à lui, il s'assit et se mit à enseigner. Les scribes et les pharisiens lui amènent une femme qu'on avait surprise en train de commettre l'adultère. Ils la font avancer, et disent à Jésus : « Maître, cette femme a été prise en flagrant délit d'adultère. Or, dans la Loi, Moïse nous a ordonné de lapider ces femmes-là. Et toi, qu'en dis-tu ? » Ils parlaient ainsi pour le mettre à l'épreuve, afin de pouvoir l'accuser. Mais Jésus s'était baissé et, du doigt, il traçait des traits sur le sol. Comme on persistait à l'interroger, il se redressa et leur dit : « Celui d'entre vous qui est sans péché, qu'il soit le premier à lui jeter la pierre. » Et il se baissa de nouveau pour tracer des traits sur le sol. Quant à eux, sur cette réponse, ils s'en allaient l'un après l'autre, en com...

Truth hides in the little things. Truth burrows itself into the details. Light still escapes between the shades of a window. Fossils long buried eventually come to the surface. What's left unsaid, what's left undone speaks volumes about who you really are. Pieces of the puzzle come together, a clue here, a hint there, a sudden revelation. Sometimes fate has a reason, some things were never meant to be. You might never lie, but you hide behind the blinds. You take advantage of distance, you only show what is convenient to you, but you can't hide forever. You will be found out. Truth oozes out of the wounds you leave behind. It trickles out in the tears cried, it pours out from behind the dam broken.

If you go now, I’ll understand If you stay, hey, I got a plan You wanna make a memory You wanna steal a piece of time You could sing a melody to me And I could write a couple lines You wanna make a memory - Bon Jovi There was nothing spectacular, nothing extraordinary, nothing scandalous, nothing worth mentioning, simply a bit of time shared. There was nothing emotional, no deep conversation, no secrets, just a brief glance into another's dream, another's soul, a glimpse into another's vocation, profound in its simplicity. We made a memory. It wasn't planned, it just happened. Now it's an image, a piece of time transcribed in my mind and about 90 seconds saved in my computer. This is your art, your passion, your vocation and you let me in for a short while. A privilege for me. Thank you for sharing.