Hello there. Thank you for visiting and catching a glimpse at what the raindrops on my roses are. If you like, you can call me Em. Or if you were my mother, you'd call me Embem. Or my dear little friends, Bembabee. Anyway, grab yourself your favorite cup of tea, get comfy, and enjoy yourself. I do hope you do.
'Tis the season to be joyful, in my opinion. I never want this apple-and-pumpkin-treat, vibrantly colorful season to end.
A poem I wrote pretending to be a chic girl in boots walking to her every-day job working for Apple: Fall In My Neck of the Woods The heels of my boots collide with the wet, smooth substance of autumnal foliage Creating the crunching sound a fall-lover craves to hear Before I make my way to my daily grind I absorb every sight I can Before it leaves me forever Another day in the crown of all seasons Blurs of popping orange, crimson, and orange Meet my wonder-struck, beauty-searching eyes And bring a beam to my made-up face Before I step into the office once again Tapping away to the music of pattering raindrops outside my window
I will be confirmed in October of next year, and I am presently contemplating my choice of a Confirmation saint. No one warned me about how hard this would be. Perhaps it is hard for very few people. It definitely is for me. Right now I'm pretty sure I want St. Philomena. She died for the sake of preserving her purity, is a very powerful intercessor, is known for her great love of Jesus, and is the patron saint of youth, infants, and babies: all things I love so much. I believe holiness is easier for the youth, since we are usually the most innocent and willing to avoid sin, believe, and trust in God then. So, who knows. Maybe God will want me to pick her; maybe for some reason before next October arrives I will be inspired otherwise. But until then, St. Philomena, pray for me. Help me to choose the right one: the saint that God wants me to choose. Currently, I believe He wants me to choose you, but I don't know yet.
