E. Piphanie

He who knows nothing, loves nothing. He who can do nothing understands nothing. He who understands nothing is worthless. But he who understands also loves, notices, sees...The more knowledge is inherent in a thing, the greater the love...Anyone who imagines that all fruits ripen at the same time as the strawberries knows nothing about grapes. --Paracelsus

Monday, November 15, 2004

A belated post.

Salmon Pink.

I had imagined it differently. It became the only time that all my worlds---the naive, the passive, the agressive, the provocative, the godly, the sexy, the confident---collided. It became a moment where traditions seemed surprisingly unconventional. It became a game of truth or dare, of broken-ness and healing, of laughters and cries. It became a weekend where time stopped.

I could barely begin to reflect on my parting words for that day now. It seemed like a distant past. Good times, good stories. I was blessed with an awesome crowd....from my lifelong friends, to old friends, to new friends. Everyone represented a different season in my life: from birth, childhood, junior high, hs, college, SF, grad, post-grad. God is good. :)



Someone is snoring, perhaps?


Yay! I graduated....with that dorky cap my friends made for me.

MTC

Sha


Sharms!

Allison


Amigos!



Amigas!

the little one is missing...

Daddy!

Mommy!



Finale.

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