The Secret of Happiness

Questions about the world

noreply@blogger.com (Kristy) — Sat, 31 Oct 2009 04:51:00 +0000

Miss Kristy: Can you fly?
Kid: No
Miss Kristy: Why?
Kid: Because I don't have wings
Miss Kristy: What can fly?
Kid: Unicorns
Miss Kristy: How?
Kid: Because they have smart brains and wings
Miss Kristy: If you had wings, could you fly?
Kid: Yes
Miss Kristy: Can you grow wings?
Kid: No
Miss Kristy: Why?
Kid: Because I don't have sprouts and seeds in my back
Miss Kristy: If you had sprouts and seeds in your back, could you grow wings?
Kid: Yes

Miss Kristy: What makes a rainbow?
Kid: Water
Miss Kristy: Where does the water come from?
Kid: The rain
Miss Kristy: Can you touch a rainbow?
Kid: No. Because they are too far
Miss Kristy: If you were close to a rainbow, could you touch it?
Kid: Yes
Miss Kristy: What would it feel like?
Kid: A mommy

Miss Kristy: How do you buy things at the store?
Kid: Using your hands
Miss Kristy: How do your hands help you buy things?
Kid: By moving

Kid: Miss Kristy, can you get the duck tape so I can tape these straws together?
Miss Kristy: Sure, can you answer some questions while you tape the straws together?
Kid: Sure...ummm duck tape helps us.
Miss Kristy: Do you have a brother?
Kid: Yes
Miss Kristy: Are you a brother or a sister?
Kid: A sister
Miss Kristy: What are mommy and daddy, are they brother and sister?
Kid: Ummm...no
Miss Kristy: What are they?
Kid: They're just...ok ready for the duck tape?

Miss Kristy: Can you touch the air?
Kid: Yes
Miss Kristy: How?
Kid: With my fingers

Miss Kristy: If you close your eyes, can you still listen?
Kid: Yes
Miss Kristy: Why?
Kid: Because I have good ears

Miss Kristy: What makes the leaves fall?
Kid: The wind
Miss Kristy: Where does the wind come from?
Kid: The clouds
Miss Kristy: Where do the clouds come from?
Kid: The fog

Miss Kristy: What makes a shadow?
Kid: Stuff
Miss Kristy: What kind of stuff?
Kid: Toys make shadows...and myself
Miss Kristy: How?
Kid: By using a flashlight

Just a pile of muck

noreply@blogger.com (Kristy) — Tue, 13 Oct 2009 19:35:00 +0000

I have been dabbling in pottery for the past few months and thoroughly enjoy sitting at the wheel with my hands mucky and coming out with something that's a sorry excuse for a bowl, cup, or what have you.
Pottery for me has been that hobby that is unlike anything else I've done before. Scrapping is fun but expensive. Photography is good too but I'm only good with kids. Quilting is rewarding but it takes so long to get the finished product that I lose patience. Then there came pottery. Something I have always been interested in but never took the time or seized the opportunity to explore. Since I've started pottery, there have just been a miss mash of philosophical awakenings each time I go. Largely they are of the spiritual kind.
"You have to listen" my instructor explained. "If you don't listen you'll get frustrated with yourself and with me. In order for you to do this you have to listen to what I say and try not to get ahead of where I'm telling you to go." Right.
"Put your hands together. Your hands are stronger when they're together than when they're apart." Right.
"You can reuse anything you think is a mistake." Right.
"You might think something is a mistake or it doesn't turn out how you imagined it, but sometimes they're your best pieces or they're the ones that turn out even better than you thought." Right.
"Sometimes when something isn't working you need to stop and come back to it later." Right.
"When you wedge the clay (kneed it) you wear your muscles down so you're not as likely to fight the clay when you get it on the wheel." Right.
"When you feel friction between your hands and the clay your piece will start to come apart." Right.

If I go and get nothing that I can physically hold in my hand, I walk away with an experience unlike anything else I've done before.

Sin Boldly

noreply@blogger.com (Kristy) — Wed, 26 Aug 2009 13:09:00 +0000

“If you are a preacher of grace, then preach a true and not a fictitious grace; if grace is true, you must bear a true and not a fictitious sin. God does not save people who are only fictitious sinners. Be a sinner and sin boldly, but believe and rejoice in Christ even more boldly, for he is victorious over sin, death, and the world. As long as we are here [in this world] we have to sin. This life is not the dwelling place of righteousness, but, as Peter says, we look for new heavens and a new earth in which righteousness dwells. It is enough that by the riches of God’s glory we have come to know the Lamb that takes away the sin of the world. No sin will separate us from the Lamb, even though we commit fornication and murder a thousand times a day. Do you think that the purchase price that was paid for the redemption of our sins by so great a Lamb is too small? Pray boldly—you too are a mighty sinner.”

Then I'm gonna wait right here

noreply@blogger.com (Kristy) — Fri, 21 Aug 2009 13:46:00 +0000

While taking a stroll yesterday, Sarah was looking up at the big dark rain clouds overhead and asked, "Miss Kristy, what will we do if it starts to rain on us." I said, "I guess we'll just have to take off our shoes and dance in the rain." Surprised by my response she smiled and said, "Then I'm gonna wait right here!" After a few minutes she followed it up with, "I wish it would really do that, dancing in the rain would be fun!"

I wonder why we're so afraid of the rain sometimes. At the Jason Mraz concert during the opening act when the Heaven's opened above us and rain pelted every fiber of our clothing, Mr. Opening Act said, "Come on people, it's just rain. It makes things grow." Quickly they changed up their set list and began to sing an African song about the rain falling while the people started to dance around us.

The sunshine is beautiful but the rain is more freeing.

I love to watch the rain. I love the sound of the rain. I love what the rain teaches us. I love that (to steal a quote from Bruce Almighty) no matter how dirty something gets you can always clean it right up.

I've embraced a thought again, a mantra if you will, that God is preparing me for something. Seeing the rain in my life as preparation for something bigger makes me embrace those showers and see them as opportunities to be content whatever the circumstance. I like this new thought, as it forces me to not be anxious and driven to get to the next stage of my life.

One Christmas, Stephanie and Tilden gave us a frame with a blessing painted around it. It's big enough that when I lie in bed I can still read the words. When I can't get to sleep, I'll read these words over and over again and fall asleep reciting a blessing on my life:

May the sun bring you new energy by day
May the moon softly restore you by night
May the rain wash away your worries
May the breeze blow new strength into your being
May you walk gently through the world and know it's beauty
all the days of your life.

Amen.

What do I know?

noreply@blogger.com (Kristy) — Mon, 13 Jul 2009 13:04:00 +0000

I woke up this morning with a sigh. We probably slept most of yesterday waking up long enough to eat and then pass out again. Coming back to Charlotte was definitely different this time. Normally I am satisfied after a two week vacation filled with multiple destinations around Newfoundland, long chats around the kitchen table, endless cups of tea, and more food than a bear can store up for the winter. At the end of every trip when the inevitable goodbyes come, you hug your loved ones especially the ones who are more over the hill and the thought will always cross you mind that this may very well be the last time you get to hold them, say I love you, and then good bye.
Our first week was relaxing and went at what seemed like a snail's pace. We did not complain. My grandmother (Nan) has been sick for the past month and doctor's could not quite figure out what the problem was. On Friday, her CT scan showed her cancer is back and there is a mass attached to her abdominal wall. She was admitted Friday evening. On Monday, Des and I were in St. John's (about an hour from our hometowns) to do some visiting and were just getting things together to have dinner with my cousin and his new fiancee when the phone rang and it was mom saying they had taken Nan to ICU. Her breathing had become labored and she was on oxygen. Shortly after my sister got home mom called again and said Nan had been moved to palliative care, we had to move fast. We got to the hospital and I thought Nan had hours to live. The doctor said she may not make it through the night. Late that evening, the minister was called. He arrived with his wife shortly after. The room was packed with family and we all fell silent when the ministers came in the room. He waited for a while before reading Psalm 23 and then his wife prayed. After she prayed Nan made a grunt and we asked if she had heard the prayer, she grunted again. Within that next hour, Nan was asking for water. In the wee hours of the morning, she drank two cups of tea. By the morning, she was lifting a cup to her mouth unassisted. The doctor came in the next morning and was totally baffled at what he saw. She asked why he had moved her to palliative care and he told her point blank, "because we thought you weren't going to make it." She tutted. She asked when she could eat again. The doctor convinced her to take it slow as he was not prepared for this turn of events. You have to understand, she was supposed to die that night. There is a mottling of the skin that occurs just before death and Nan had that. This rash is irreversible once it occurs, and the doctor said her blood pH was at a level that was incompatible with life. By the morning her rash was gone.
That night, we stayed at the hospital. Trying to take her mind off of things I grabbed the Bible and asked if there was a favorite passage she would like me to read to her. She said, "I like it all." I thought so. I told her it was a New Testament copy so what in the New Testament do you like and warned her not to say, "I like it all." She chuckled and said, "What about something in Philippians." I turned to Philippians 4 and read the chapter. Side note: Gideons, please place updated versions of the bible in hospital rooms. Thank you.

"Rejoice in the Lord always. I will say it again: Rejoice! Let your gentleness be evident to all. The Lord is near. Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.
Finally, brothers, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things. Whatever you have learned or received or heard from me, or seen in me put it into practice. And the God of peace will be with you. I know what it is to be in need, and I know what it is to have plenty. I have learned the secret of being content in any and every situation, whether well fed or hungry, whether living in plenty or in want. I can do everything through him who gives me strength."

The week that followed was a double edged sword to be a part of. On the one hand, I was so blessed to be in the room that night to witness this incredible will to live. To come back from the very edge of death and want nothing more than a good cup of tea should give you an indication of how good tea tastes in Newfoundland. On the other hand, as Walter Scheles put it, death is hard work. And although she is getting stronger every day, gone are the days of walking into her house and hearing her voice say, "Hello?" While I am able to get on a plane and have my last memories be good, my family has to stay behind and see it to the end.
Leaving the hospital on Saturday evening was possibly leaving Nan for the last time. I kissed her forehead and told her I loved her and took in one last gulp of the smell of her hair. She sighed and said "love you too." What a wonderful thing to know you are loved.
For the past week the song "What Do I Know" has been going through my head. I chose not to listen to it while at home. So yesterday while floating above the clouds, I found the track and turned it up.

I have a friend who just turned eighty-eight
and she just shared with me that she's afraid of dying.
I sit here years from her experience
and try to bring her comfort.
I try to bring her comfort
But what do I know? What do I know?
She grew up singing about the glory land,
and she would testify how Jesus changed her life.
It was easy to have faith when she was thirty-four,
but now her friends are dying, and death is at her door.
And what do I know? What do I know?

Well,I don't know that there are harps in heaven,
Or the process for earning your wings.
I don't know of bright lights at the ends of tunnels,
Or any of these things.

She lost her husband after sixty years,
and as he slipped away she still had things to say.
Death can be so inconvenient.
You try to live and love. It comes and interrupts.
And what do I know? What do I know?

Well,I don't know that there are harps in heaven,
Or the process for earning your wings.
And I don't know of bright lights at the ends of tunnels,
Or any of these things.

But I know to be absent from this body is to be present with the Lord,
and from what I know of him, that must be pretty good.
Oh, I know to be absent from this body is to be present with the Lord,
and from what I know of him, that must be very good.

If you look for it you'll find it

noreply@blogger.com (Kristy) — Thu, 25 Jun 2009 03:06:00 +0000

Kid: Miss Kristy, there are paper plates in that cupboard, can you get one for me?

(Miss Kristy opens the cupboard, looks inside)

Miss Kristy: Sorry, I don't see any plates

Kid: Okay...now I want you to look REALLY hard. Do you see them now?

Good tune

noreply@blogger.com (Kristy) — Sun, 21 Jun 2009 13:46:00 +0000

“i think that possibly, maybe i’m falling for you
yes theres a chance that i’ve fallen quite hard over you.
i’ve seen the paths that your eyes wander down
i want to come to

i think that possibly, maybe i’m falling for you

no one understands me quite like you do
through all of the shadowy corners of me

if i didn’t know you, i’d rather not know
if i couldn’t have you, i’d rather be alone."

Good tune.

Boring

noreply@blogger.com (Kristy) — Fri, 12 Jun 2009 03:56:00 +0000

Miss Kristy: Ok we're gonna go though your sight words, read two books, and then we'll go for a walk.

Kid: Miss Kristy this is boring!

Miss Kristy: No, it's reading - it's FUN! Once you know your sight words you can read all kinds of stuff. Come on, let's just work really hard to get this done and then we can go for our walk.

Kid: No, it's boring.

Miss Kristy: Well then we'll have to make it fun!

Kid: You can stop - that would make it fun.

Good colon

noreply@blogger.com (Kristy) — Sat, 06 Jun 2009 14:02:00 +0000

Just in case you were wondering...9 signs of a good colon are:

* Clear skin without blemishes
* Daily elimination
* Mild-smelling breath
* No mucous, partially digested food, or blood in your stools
* Elimination time between 18 and 24 hours
* A big bowel movement in the morning
* A smaller bowel movement later in the day
* Stools expelled effortlessly
* Soft, well formed stools, often in a long tube shape

Change the weather

noreply@blogger.com (Kristy) — Sat, 06 Jun 2009 13:49:00 +0000

Miss Kristy: Looks like it's going to rain today, we may have to stay inside.

Kid: That's ok Miss Kristy

Miss Kristy: Thanks for having a good attitude

Kid: When you go home, you can just change the weather, ok?

Miss Kristy: I'll see what I can do...

Duet

noreply@blogger.com (Kristy) — Sat, 30 May 2009 13:49:00 +0000

Kid: Miss Kristy I'm sick today

Kristy: Oh really?

Kid: Yeah, I had a big poop

Kristy: Nice

Kid: It was so much it cracked into two pieces!

Kristy: Sweet

Kid: Yeah, that's called a duet.

Kristy: Of course

Mary's apple pie

noreply@blogger.com (Kristy) — Sat, 25 Apr 2009 12:30:00 +0000

For whatever reason, last night as I was driving home from Target where I purchased my umpteenth black ink cartridge for the semester, I started thinking about Mary. Mary is a lady I met many years ago when I was a young college kid and she was a very kind lady who would open her house to us on Friday, Saturday, or Sunday evenings so we could all hang out and eat...boy did we eat. She was a spunky kind of lady who never acted like a "senior" which made her able to identify with the naive 20 something-year-olds who came her way. Her favorite color was blue and she had this bright blue sweater that used to make her eyes radiant. Mary was lovely.
I never met William, but I'd heard about him. William was Mary's husband and he had passed away before mine and Mary's paths crossed. I heard about how handsome he was and what a gentleman he was and oh his voice, he had this beautiful voice. I could tell that Mary was still madly in love with her beloved William and she missed him dearly.
One weekend evening, all the college gang was gathered at Mary's and of course I was in the kitchen chatting with her watching her cook. That evening she decided to serve us all pie for dessert. There were a few different kinds I think they was blueberry, cherry, and apple. The apple pie was the last one to come out of the oven. I told her it smelled delicious. While we were waiting for the pie to finish I made mention of the fact that I had never made a pie before and wouldn't know where to begin. She began to tell me about when her and William got married, she learned that he loved apple pie. So of course being the wife who wanted to appease her husband's stomach where every man's heart is, she would bake him his favorite pie. She said she made so many pies for him that he started to get a little tired of eating the pie that used to be his weakness. She chuckled and said she held off for a while before baking him another one and then only baked them for special occasions.
She went on to say that after William died it was a long time before she made apple pie again. She said her first pie had so many tears in it, it was probably more tears than apples.
And there we were standing in her kitchen with pies cooling on the counter while the sacred apple pie was coming out of the oven.
I learned in class the other day that the most stressful life event experienced by adults is the death of a spouse. I believe it. After the death of a spouse, even pies bring you grief. But the point is, Mary went on. She didn't stay in her grief and have it carry her through, she carried it. I don't think anyone ever grieves and then leaves their grief behind and never grieves for that person again, we love these people. Sometimes it's okay to bring your grief out of hiding for a moment so you don't forget as a lot of people fear they will.
I learned a lot from Mary's pie. I learned that the grave cannot stop true love. I learned that you have to go on. And I learned that pie is a lot sweeter when there's love (or tears) in it.

Confidence

noreply@blogger.com (Kristy) — Wed, 22 Apr 2009 03:13:00 +0000

“Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that frightens us most. We ask ourselves, 'Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, and famous?' Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that people won't feel insecure around you. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It's not just in some of us; it's in all of us. And when we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.”

Used by Nelson Mandela in his 1994 inaugural speech

Is Jesus there?

noreply@blogger.com (Kristy) — Wed, 15 Apr 2009 20:49:00 +0000

Miss Kristy: Ok boys and girls when we go to the bathroom we have to be extra quiet because they're having a special meeting (funeral) in the church.

Kid 1: Is Jesus there?

Miss Kristy: Yes, Jesus is always there. He's always with us.

Kid 1: Where?

Miss Kristy: Well, Jesus can be in your heart if you ask Him.

Kid 2: Miss Kristy I don't have Jesus in my heart, I have Mary.

Playing dead

noreply@blogger.com (Kristy) — Fri, 03 Apr 2009 02:56:00 +0000

Picture it:

A child lying on the floor, tongue stuck out pretending to be dead.

Miss Kristy says, "Cora, what are you doing?"

Cora says, "Miss Kristy I dead."

To which Miss Kristy responds, "Well that's fine but can you be dead somewhere where the kids won't step on you?"

Did I really just say that?

All My Life - Rosie Thomas

noreply@blogger.com (Kristy) — Sat, 28 Feb 2009 03:15:00 +0000

I've been waiting all my life
I've been waiting for you to come
I've been traveling and wandering
Alone on my own for too long
I swear I tried to convince myself
It would be much easier being alone
But after running circle after circle
I'm tired of being on my own
I've been waiting all my life
I've been waiting for you to come
I've been traveling and wandering
Alone on my own for too long
I wish I could have met your brother
I would tell him how much I am in love
I swear I'll ask him question after question
Confessions about you growing up
I thank God for blessing me
Well beyond I could have thought
And reminding me of how good life can be
When you let yourself fall into his love
Cuz I've been waiting all my life
I've been waiting for you to come

Few things in life...

noreply@blogger.com (Kristy) — Mon, 23 Feb 2009 21:19:00 +0000

Sitting in a coffee shop carries with it a calming nature that allows me to stop and reflect, take in my surroundings, and just be. I suppose the gut wrenching sounds of a cello on my ipod are contributing somewhat to my pensive state. There's just something about a cello that just takes you there you know? Few things in life do that.
I'm sitting at the Cafe Ritazza "where friendships are confirmed, relationships started, and sometimes finished. But where warmth, excitement and a positive outlook remain ever-present."

Big muscles

noreply@blogger.com (Kristy) — Fri, 13 Feb 2009 04:02:00 +0000

It's been rather warm in Charlotte the past few days so today I was wearing a t-shirt when one of the 4 year olds pointed to my arms and said, "Miss Kristy, I want to ask you a question. Where did you get those big muscles?"

Umm....

noreply@blogger.com (Kristy) — Thu, 12 Feb 2009 01:02:00 +0000

"Umm...Miss Kristy? I think I broke my bottom!"

"Uh-oh, let's get the glue and stick it back together"

"Oh it's okay, I just fixed it."

Life is Wonderful

noreply@blogger.com (Kristy) — Sat, 31 Jan 2009 17:52:00 +0000

I have always been a fan of Jason Mraz. I love the way he writes and especially his one liners that just seem to make sense and carry with them so much weight of thought. ..

It takes a crane to build a crane
It takes two floors to make a story
It takes an egg to make a hen
It takes a hen to make an egg
There is no end to what I'm saying

It takes a thought to make a word
And it takes some words to make an action
And it takes some work to make it work
It takes some good to make it hurt
It takes some bad for satisfaction

Ah la la la la la la life is wonderful
Ah la la la la la la life goes full circle
Ah la la la la life is wonderful
Ah la la la la la

It takes a night to make it dawn
And it takes a day to make you yawn brother
And it takes some old to make you young
It takes some cold to know the sun
It takes the one to have the other

And it takes no time to fall in love
But it takes you years to know what love is
And it takes some fears to make you trust
It takes some tears to make it rust
It takes the rust to HAVE it polished

Ah la la la la la la life is wonderful
Ah la la la la la la life goes full circle
Ah la la la la la la life is wonderful
Ah la la la la

It takes some silence to make sound
And it takes a loss before you found it
And it takes a road to go nowhere
It takes a toll to make you care
It takes a hole to MAKE a mountain

Ah la la la la la life is wonderful
Ah la la la la la life goes full circle
Ah la la la la la la life is wonderful
Ah la la la la la life is meaningful
Ah la la la la la la life is wonderful
Ah la la la la la life is meaningful
Ah la la la la la la life is full of
Ah la la la la la life is so full of love
Ah la la la la la life is wonderful
Ah la la la la la la life is meaningful
Ah la la la la la life is full of
Ah la la la la la life is so full of love

The Soft Goodbye

noreply@blogger.com (Kristy) — Sat, 24 Jan 2009 16:47:00 +0000

when the light begins to fade
and shadows fall across the sea,
one bright star in the evening sky.
your love's light leads me on my way.

there's a dream that will not sleep,
a burning hope that will not die.
so I must go now with the wind,
and leave you waiting on the tide.

time to fly, time to touch the sky.
one voice alone, a haunting cry.
one song, one star burning bright,
may it carry me through darkest night.

rain comes over the gray hills,
and on the air, a soft goodbye.
hear the song that I sing to you
when the time has come to fly.

when I leave and take the wind
and find the land that faith will bring,
the brightest star in the evening sky
is yours to find for me.

is yours to find for me.

The Way I See It #76

noreply@blogger.com (Kristy) — Sat, 24 Jan 2009 03:12:00 +0000

The irony of commitment is that it's deeply liberating - in work, in play, in love. The act frees you from the tyranny of your internal critic, from the fear that likes to dress itself up and parade around as rational hesitation. To commit is to remove your head as the barrier to your life.

Anne Morriss

Playing House in the White House

noreply@blogger.com (Kristy) — Fri, 23 Jan 2009 04:16:00 +0000

Bush Girls give advice to Obama girls

Hero - Jill Banfield

noreply@blogger.com (Kristy) — Sun, 18 Jan 2009 01:36:00 +0000

I cannot tell you how stinkin' proud I am of this girl who came into my life when she was in middle school. We shared many conversations and heartfelt discussions and when I needed someone at the last minute to play piano at our wedding, she came. She has so much talent and it was so awesome to see how God helped her sort out how to use her talents and gifts. These are the lyrics from her first recording! The song is called Hero.

He sits in the sand box discovers the treasure
He’s saved the day
Honored, respected, this is it
– he’s finally arrived

She cradles her softly, sings to her sweetly
Imagines the day when her greatest dream comes true
She’ll be a mom too
And dolly sleeps peacefully

Am I strong enough?
Do you think I’m beautiful?
Am I needed? Wanted? Irreplaceable?
All I ever wanted was to be someone’s hero

They sit in the schoolyard and watch from the sidelines
The kids point the finger and whisper
Yet in each of their hearts burns a question
They think they’re the only one

The town’s gathered ‘round for the great speech
White collars and skeptics; the young and the old
He speaks unfailing love and bottomless grace
Once a child in a sandbox, divinely purposed
Is my greatest Hero

He says…

You are strong enough
And I think You’re beautiful
You are needed and wanted, You are irreplaceable
So follow my lead, through You I do great things
And that makes You a hero

This is why I will not be posting much this semester...

noreply@blogger.com (Kristy) — Thu, 15 Jan 2009 00:54:00 +0000

two paragraphs from my philosophy reading "The Global Justice Reader..."

"A Law of Nature (Lex Naturalis) is a Precept, or generall Rule, found out by Reason, by which a man is forbidden to do, that, which is destructive of his life, or taketh away that means of preserving the same; and to omit, that, by which he thinketh it may be best preserved. For though they that speak of this subject, use to confound Jus, and Kex, Right and Law; yet they ought to be distinguished; because Right, consisteth in liberty to do, or to forbeare; Whereas Law, determineth, and bindeth to one of them: so that Law, and Right, differ as much as Obligation, and Liberty; which in one and the same matter are inconsistent."

See you in April.