Sarah McLachlan -- Blackbird

In Flanders Fields

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved, and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

— Lt.-Col. John McCrae (1872 - 1918)

Not again.

Oh, yes. Again. I have another breast lump. I'm trying not to get too worried about it. Chances are, it will be the same as the last two, and the doctor will just stick a needle in it, drain it, and send me on my way. Still, it's a little bit scary any time you find a lump where no lump should be. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't worried at all.

I'll be calling the doctor tomorrow and hopefully I'll be able to get an appointment this week. Prayers and/or good thoughts would be appreciated.

Update: I'm seeing the doctor Thursday morning.

I am a lynx.

You Are a Lynx

You are a quiet observer of the world around you. Your wisdom comes from listening carefully. You've always been extra sensitive and aware. And it's made it difficult for you to fit in. You see past people's outward personas. You are able to penetrate a stranger's soul. What you've learned about people is both beautiful and ugly. And you keep these secrets to yourself.

What Big Cat Are You?