#Herons wants him fr

[mellozheist]

Yesterday stream He surrounded by Herons

(Living his best life)

[yandere-toons]

Reviving steelbeak w lesbian reader bc i miss them

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Rockerduck, upon meeting reader for the first time: So, do you have a steady boyfriend?

Reader: *gay silence*

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Steelbeak, breaking into S.H.U.S.H HQ: Y/N, I'm here to save you!

Reader: Hold on man they got free wifi in here

*1 hour later*

Steelbeak: It's so fast!

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Reader, to agent who kidnapped them: Let me go or I'm telling Ludwig about he/him lesbians.

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Reader: I can't belive I got kidnapped this is so homophobic.

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Black Heron: Get a boyfriend, Y/N.

Steelbeak: You mean a girlfriend, they're a lesbian!

Black Heron: Damn nobody want you fr.

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Ludwig, trying to relate to reader whilst telling them his life story: You know who truly had a Bizarre Adventure?

- Steelbeak Author Anon

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Reader, upon waking to a S.H.U.S.H. interrogation room:

[jennrypan]

Random but;

Heron??

I want him dead. Like why is HERA alwaays the villain when ZEUS IS THERE!!! Hera had every right to want to kill that damn Mortal woman fr. And for that bastard child to become the 'chosen' one after everything, I'd wanna kill his ass too.

No some bastard from Zeus DOESNT get any rights. Doesn't matter if he asked to be born, get him OUT OF OLYMPUS!!!

Hera was RIGHT. (I love Zeus, think he's interesting but he deserves to get his shit rocked all the time.)

[fxreflyes]

This is so incredibly late, but thank you so much for the tag Kara!!! @sugarsnappeases (I screenshotted all of your notes and saved all of your films to watch this year, they all sounded so good!! <3)

top films of 2023

This made me realize I both watched next to no films this year and most were rewatches but here we are!

1. And then there were none - rewatch! one of my all times faves! It’s an Agatha Christie murder mystery on an island. 10/10 recommend. I watch it every year!!

2. The princess bride - rewatch! always super fun.

3. Golden Eye - another rewatch. My dad is the biggest James Bond enthusiast in the world so I have watched all of the movies ten times over. This is one of the best bond movies imo

4. Dead poets society - another rewatch (skye u need to watch new things….) but impeccable. I warned my bf it was sad and he was like ok! And then at the end he was like that was sadder than I expected… I did warn him

5. See how they run - a new movie!!! murder mystery, the vibes fun

6. Pride and prejudice (2006) - rewatch. no commentary necessary. Had my bf watch for the first time & he loved it (a green flag fr)

7. The boy and the heron - beautiful

8. It’s a wonderful life - rewatch. Watched for Xmas. Lovely.

No pressure tagging: @cosmmicdancer @kaaaaaaarf @polaroidcats @dieonysian @magneto-manifesto @sunattacksthemoon @appreciatedmoron @kaleidoscopexsighs @angelfruittree @shipsnsails @stillagoodwitch @themuseoftheviolets and as always open tag anyone who wants to!! <3 (this is my plea for movie requests pls please please please anyone stop by and recommend some movies for me to watch!! it can be your fav of all time or whatver u like, I just want to watch more in 2024 :))

[1moreoffkeyanthem]

south park mean girls au: hear me out!

high school setting (obviously) au (the characters did Not!! grow up together they went to different elementary and middle schools but meet in high school except for two of them okay so!

regina george: cartman -Hear! Me Out! 1. anger issues 2. manipulative 3. shown to have decent leadership skills 4. has a mom that wants to be his friend over being a parent 5. obsessed with having the latest trendiest things

gretchen weiners: butters -he's a yes-man and a follower always bringing his dad up for grounding him, supports cartman's ideas and is too afraid to stand up to him but could if put under enough pressure

karen smith: clyde -dumb but nice, not really looking to rock the boat too much, goes along with whatever

janice ian: kenny -used to be best friends with cartman in middle school, had a falling out

damian franzese: craig -tbh I just think craig saying "she doesn't even go here!" is funny

cady heron: kyle -obvious choice? yes but idc so like instead of africa he was raised in california bc his mom didn't want him to be from new jersey but his dad didn't want to live in the town he grew up in so they lived in idk san diego

aaron samuels: stan -I could list my reasons but I'm a style shipper and that's all the reason I need

Oh my god you’re fucking COOKING!!!!!!!!! LET THEM COOK!!!!! This slays so hard I’m deadass so on board with the casting like no shit you might actually live in my brain bc that’s fr who I’d put in each role too

[slytherinshua]

I really do need to invest in a good fleece, but specifically one that's really big so it can fit over all my other layers lol. Stopp I only watched castle in the sky for the first time recently (I want watch more Ghibli movies, they are so aesthetically pleasing oh my goodness), Sheeta and Pazu were so cute. I couldn't cope with them lol. Gwangil definitely would not be proud of me anytime soon lol, I still haven't learnt to prepare for the inevitable ahaha.

I was so excited to see the cb is in 2 weeks!! I was not expecting it at all. You are so right though, it looks like it is so going to be so aesthetically pleasing. The cover is so pretty. I wonder what sort of sound they are going to go for? I want to say something like haze, but I will be pleasantly surprised if not

(Ha Hyunsang has a beautiful voice and smile and definitely deserves more appreciation!)

yes lmao dkdjsk. omg I love ghibli movies so much I grew up on them 🥹🥹 my favourites are castle in the sky and kiki’s delivery service. spirited away and howls moving castle tend to be the most popular amongst ghibli fans (for good reason) I mean there’s nothing to not like abt howl or spirited away. I love yechan’s howl tattoos as well… but you can’t really go wrong with any ghibli movie, even less popular ones like whisper of the heart or the tale of princess kaguya are amazing watches 🥹 I still need to watch the new one the boy and the heron tho <33

ikr!! I swear Lucy always announce it and then it’s here without any time to prepare at all…. I feel like sometimes they announce their cb and then it’s like a week later 😭😭 so I’ll take the 2 weeks to prepare 👹👹 I just know it’s gonna be ethereal if I had to guess vibes similar to haze snooze farther and farther or sequel 🥹🥹 god I just love Lucy so much :(( also idk if this was confirmed or not cause I didn’t actually look into it but I think gwangil is gonna enlist soon ☹️☹️ I hope Wonsang and him go at a similar time so that they come back quickly and they’re back to being as 4 💔💔 I expect Wonsang might go later tho and write a lot of songs in advance to release while they’re away??? lucy could survive live performances with just sangyeop and yechan although it would feel so empty :((

also thank u for loving my man it’s so lonely out here fr I’m manifesting a hyunsang comeback cause I need a new favourite song of all time because his songs are always my favourite I don’t make the rules

[corvuschriisti]

"Consider it! Proposing, I mean," Naesala calls out to Azama, a grin on his face. "I'll even have my friend cater food for your wedding. I do hope you like nuts and berries, however, the herons are particular with their dishes!"

He's grinning so wide, and looks so pleased. He soars down and feels the wind in his hair -- excited and not at all anxious despite being in battle.

(Roll: 3; Naesala 6/10HP Naesala is drowning!)

-- he falls off his mount into the icy depths below, his body shaking and freezing as he plunges in deeper. He opens his mouth to gasp for air but tastes only seawater. His hand reaches up, grips onto something --

Save rolls: 4,3,2,1 - no longer drowning

... and feels his Kinshi's claws dig in deep to his forearm. Naesala is pulled out, his wings flare and he uses the momentum to get back on top of his mount. His mouth is open and his breathing ragged; his hair has long since fallen out of its ponytail. He keeps himself upright and aims his bow right at the barrier between him and his turtle prey.

Naesala attacks Sophrosyne’s Barrier 4.5/6HP with Lendabair & Breakshot (Roll: 18-4=14; -1.5HP, Barrier 3/6HP) Naesala doubles on Sophrosyne’s Barrier 3/6HP (Roll: 10-4=6; hit! -1HP, Sophrosyne’s Barrier 2/6HP)

He hits twice in a row, once using his special skill that he's equipped to his bow. His thighs tighten around his mount as he spirals and shoots, dodging any incoming attacks.

"Good girl, Peggy," he says as he notes the crack in the barrier, and puts his bow away. He flies up high, then twists down as he spots something.

Something very shiny. Shiny, sharp? Small. Metal? Precious? Rare???

He guides Peggy downwards, towards the water's surface. The silver reflects in the waves and Naesala's keen eyes know this is not a trick of the light in the water. He reaches out, finds his hand on a shoulder, and pulls on Alcryst's body.

Galeforce activates! Naesala uses his turn to assist Alcryst. (Roll: 4,4,2,1 ; Alcryst is no longer drowning!)

He plucks the hairclip from his head and uses the momentum that Peggy has provided to pull the young man atop his mount. He holds him there, not wanting him to fall and -- admittedly -- allowing him to catch his breath.

It is not long lived, though. He looks around and spots Alcryst's abandoned falcon and immediately flies for it.

"Ride is over! Thank you for paying your fare. Now, get off. You weigh nothing but Peggy does not work for free, and neither do I."

@starrook (fr this time)

the beach episode

[lunarspearedarchive]

            " I don't have time to see you today, mom. I'm getting extra lessons with Heron. You know. Someone who actually /wants/ to see me? " [ fr. Huey for the taken AU~? ] / @dollhousemuses​ | unprompted. 

▬▬▬ ☾☆      It was amazing how  so  few  words  could  just  rip  Della  apart  inside.  She  hated  this.  They  were  lying  to  her  kids  in  an  attempt  to  turn  them  against  her.  But  she  couldn’t  say  anything  right  now.  Not  with  so  many  people  around  who  could  pass  on  anything  she  said  to  him.  So  she  took  a  deep  breath  instead  &&  nodded.  She’d  have  to  be  careful  what  she  said  right  now,  but  she  could  handle  that  much..  right?

                                  ❛  Huey.... Of course I want to see you. All I ever want is to see you boys. But, I understand. I hope you have a good lesson today. I love you.  ❜

[riverdamien]

The Pond

The Pond

"August of another summer, and once again I am drinking the sun

and the lilies again are spread across the water.

I know now what they want is to touch each other.

I have not been here for many years during which time I kept living my life.

Like the heron, who can only croak, who wishes he could sing,

I wish I could sing.

A little thanks from over throat would be appropriate.

This is how it has been, and this is how it is:

All my life I have been able to feel happiness,

except whatever was not happiness,

which I also remember.

Each of us wears a shadow.

But just now it is summer again

and I am watching the lilies bow to each other,

then slide on the wind and the tug of desire,

close, close, to one another.

Soon now, I'll turn and start for home.

And who knows, maybe I'll be singing.

Mary Oliver

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Gospel

Mk 5:1-20

Jesus and his disciples came to the other side of the sea,

to the territory of the Gerasenes.

When he got out of the boat,

at once a man from the tombs who had an unclean spirit met him.

The man had been dwelling among the tombs,

and no one could restrain him any longer, even with a chain.

In fact, he had frequently been bound with shackles and chains,

but the chains had been pulled apart by him and the shackles smashed,

and no one was strong enough to subdue him.

Night and day among the tombs and on the hillsides

he was always crying out and bruising himself with stones.

Catching sight of Jesus from a distance,

he ran up and prostrated himself before him,

crying out in a loud voice,

“What have you to do with me, Jesus, Son of the Most High God?

I adjure you by God, do not torment me!”

(He had been saying to him, “Unclean spirit, come out of the man!”)

He asked him, “What is your name?”

He  replied, “Legion is my name.  There are many of us.”

And he pleaded earnestly with him

not to drive them away from that territory.

Now a large herd of swine was feeding there on the hillside.

And they pleaded with him,

“Send us into the swine.  Let us enter them.”

And he let them, and the unclean spirits came out and entered the swine.

The herd of about two thousand rushed down a steep bank into the sea,

where they were drowned.

The swineherds ran away and reported the incident in the town

and throughout the countryside.

And people came out to see what had happened.

As they approached Jesus,

they caught sight of the man who had been possessed by Legion,

sitting there clothed and in his right mind.

And they were seized with fear.

Those who witnessed the incident explained to them what had happened

to the possessed man and to the swine.

Then they began to beg him to leave their district.

As he was getting into the boat,

the man who had been possessed pleaded to remain with him.

But Jesus would not permit him but told him instead,

“Go home to your family and announce to them 

all that the Lord in his pity has done for you.”

Then the man went off and began to proclaim in the Decapolis

what Jesus had done for him; and all were amazed.

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    Tonight as I was walked down the street, there was a young man, sitting laying on the street in front of a store.  He was tired and had no socks, and I gave him socks, but my heart was broken, looking around at the number of people on the street. Never have I seen so much pain and misery.

    Like "Legion" we are surrounded by unclean spirits--our eyes are blinded to the pain around us; fear, of coronavirus, fear of people on the street, and of people in general, and put a wall up.

    I am often asked if I am happy, and the answer is the words of Mary Oliver:

"Soon now, I'll turn and start for home.

And who knows, maybe I'll be singing."

    And as I struggle with my own "demon" of doubt, despair, and hopelessness, Tom Hensely sent a poem, that reminds us, all we can do is pick up one starfish at a time and throw it into the ocean:

"It helps, now and then, to step back and take a long view.

The Kingdom is not only beyond our efforts, it is even beyond our vision.

We accomplish in our lifetime only a tiny fraction of the magnificent

enterprise that is God's work. Nothing we do is complete, which is a way of saying that the Kingdom is God's work. Nothing we do is complete, which is a way of saying that the Kingdom always lies beyond us.

No statement says all that could be said.

No prayer fully expresses our faith.

No confession brings perfection.

No pastoral visit brings wholeness.

No program accomplishes the Church's mission.

No set of goals and objectives includes everything.

This is what we are about.

We plant the seeds that one day will grow.

We water seeds already planted, knowing that they hold future promises.

We lay foundations that will need further development.

We provide yeast that produces far beyond our capabilities.

We cannot do everything and there is a sense of liberation in realizing that.

This enables us to do something and to do it well.

It may be incomplete, but it is a beginning, a step along the way, an opportunity for the Lord's grace to enter and do the rest.

We may never see the end results, but that is the difference between the master builder and the worker.

We are workers, not master builders; ministers, not messiahs.

We are prophets of a future not our own.

    Now "May the Lord bless you and keep you, may the Lord make his face to shine on you,  may the Lord lift his countenance upon you and give  you peace." Amen. Deo Gratias! Thanks be to God!.

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Fr. River Damien Sims, sfw, D.Min., D.S.T.

P.O. Box 642656

San Francisco, CA 94164

www.temenos.org

415-305-2124

[dashfire2-blog]

My London Semester Journal I: Tuesday, January 16, 1996

Tuesday, 1-16-96 8:06 PM London 2:06 PM E-Town

Didn’t get to writing in here yesterday… In the morning I had a very interesting International Business class. After class I went to the Birkbeck library & browsed & wandered… I realized through discussion w/ Nathan & Andrew (the somewhat clueless, somewhat cool Welsh guys Lori & I met Fri. at the club) this weekend that, outside of school, I read very little. The Oscar Wilde play “An Ideal Husband” inspired me to read one of his works, bu then I passed some Elizabeth Barrett Browning books of poetry & was drawn in… I ended up taking out 2 compilations of her letters & 1 of her books of poetry. I really enjoy reading the letters.

Then, in the afternoon, I caught up on some of my correspondence & then went grocery shopping at “Sainsbury’s.” Things have been kinda awkward between Lori & I since Sunday’s long day w/ Nathan & Andrew… We are relating better, but our friendship lost something. I personally don’t desire to spend as much time socially w/ her. But this may pass. I guess I really didn’t know her as I thought I did… I realize this now & take it as a lesson. I tend to attach myself to people — new friends quickly in situations such as this. I know this is common.

Last night for study break I went w/ Adam, Paul, & Erica to the “Churchill Arms” pub for a beer. I enjoy their company. Adam is a pretty funny guy & really likes attention. Paul is less outgoing, but is a real genuine guy, and is funny in his own way. Erica often seems older to me than 20. She is fun to hang out w/ & talk to.

Today I had my Modern British Society class which wasn’t extremely exciting… But I was able to finally log on to a computer and do e-mail! Telnet isn’t working, but knowing when I check tomorrow morning I could have mail is exciting! I wrote Mom & Dad, Meg, Gwen, Deborah, & Cheryl. But I misaddressed Deb’s, so I’ll have to write again tomorrow.

After class Jill & I went to daily mass at Newman House. It was nice & I really enjoyed Fr. Tim’s sermon on the readings. The 1st reading talked about how God looks at us differently than others do. “People look at our appearances. God looks at our hearts.”

He (Fr. Tim) encouraged us to do 2 things: 1) Recognize that God sees us for who we are & loves us unconditionally. 2) To try to see other people as God does, not to judge them till you know them…

There is a guy from U of I at Birkbeck named Dave Heron who I talked with today. He attends 4:30 PM mass at St. John’s often & we talked about churches here. I was pleasantly surprised to learn of his faith. 

A guy named Matthew, that I sat next to on the plane from Chicago, asked me to go on a day trip to Oxford w/ him this weekend. I would like to go, but I am not sure if I would like to go this weekend or with him. He is a nice guy, but I just ate dinner w/ Adam & Paul who say he can talk your ear off & might take away from the experience.

Molly, the GR, just stopped by to see how everything was going. We got to talking & I asked how she & Will, the other GR here at Pembridge, met. She said in 7th grade, but they didn’t date till after their Sr. yr. in college. Reminds me a bit of the Ray & Margie story… Not that I won’t find “that special someone” in due time… But, stories like that give me even more hope! I suppose I am no hurry though… & on that note the words to a great Blues Traveler song called “Just Wait.” ☺︎

JUST WAIT by Blues Traveler

If ever you are feeling like you’re tired And all your uphill struggles leave you headed down hill If you realize your wildest dreams can hurt you And your appetite for pain has drinken it’s fill.

I ask of you a very simple question Did you think for one minute that you are alone And your suffering a privilege you share only Or did you think that everybody else feels completely at home

Just wait Just wait Just wait And it will come

If you think I’ve given up on you you’re crazy And if you think I don’t love you well then you’re just wrong In time you just might take to feeling better Time is the beauty of the road being long

I know that now you feel no consolation But maybe if I told you and informed you out loud I say this without fear of hesitation I can honestly tell you that you make me proud.

Just wait Just wait Just wait And it will come

Just wait Just wait Just wait And it will come

If anything I might have just said has helped you If anything I might have just said helped you just carry on Your rise uphill may no longer seem a struggle And your appetite for pain might all but be gone.

I hope for you and cannot stop that hoping Until that smile has once again returned to your face There’s no such things as a failure who keeps trying Coasting to the bottom is the only disgrace

Just wait Just wait Just wait And it will come

Just wait Just wait Just wait And it will come

Just wait Just wait Just wait And it will come

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Note from Present Day Kathy: It’s interesting what vivid memories our brains hold onto, for whatever reasons. I can still picture walking through the stacks of books in the library that day and zeroing in on Elizabeth Barrett Browning’s letters and poetry. I read now, as an adult, more than I have ever in my life, mostly via listening to books on Audible, while I get things done around the house (such as laundry). I recall back then feeling pressure to read things for school, which was always more of a struggle for me vs. getting to read for pleasure. It’s that difference between the things we have to do vs. what we choose to do that continues to challenge me, even at 43, and I know so many others.

I also appreciate my commentary on how our relationships, especially friendships, grow and evolve, even through difficult times. Spoiler alert: my roommate and I ended up working through the tension we felt then and continued to become closer throughout our time abroad together.

I mentioned the Churchill Arms pub again in this entry and after my last post I looked it up online, to see if it still exists. I was excited to find that out it does! I definitely want to get there if and when I return to London someday, our family is still aiming for late Summer 2020.

I find it funny to read my descriptions of my experiences with email, especially knowing in it was in its early days/years of use. I had to Google what “telnet” meant, as I didn’t recall. Apparently it’s “a network protocol that allows a user on one computer to log onto another computer that is part of the same network,” which certainly makes sense/sounds familiar.

I continue to get a kick out of how I was navigating looking for “that special someone,” which was definitely a theme for me throughout my college years. I didn’t go to U of I to get my Mrs. by any means, but I was hoping to find love and someone to spend my life/build a family with eventually.

I am pretty sure I transcribed the lyrics to Just Wait by Blues Traveler by listening to the song from a mix tape on my Walkman, as there were a lot of scratches out and re-writes, a few mistakes (I had “your eyes no longer seem a struggle” instead of “your rise uphill may no longer seem a struggle” and “I hope for you and cannot stop that heartbreak” instead of “I hope for you and cannot stop that hoping”), and even some blank spaces where I must not have been able to tell what they were singing. Things have really changed, when it comes to stuff like that. Now we can just Google song lyrics anytime we are curious!

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Reminder: Unless I’ve been given permission to use people’s actual names, in most cases I’ve removed or replaced the names of the real people who were part of my journey/experience there, in effort to protect and respect their identities/privacy in my London Semester Journal entries. I will also not share details that I think and feel are too personal for anyone I interacted with, my loved ones, and me.

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Here’s the back story of My London Semester Journals from 1996, including what prompted me to revisit and decide to share them here in 2018. And here’s a list a list of the entries, which I will update as I share them.

  Source: http://bereavedandblessed.com/2018/10/my-london-semester-journal-i-tuesday-january-16-1996/

[riverdamien]

Cooking With the Fallen One's-Cade

Cooking With the Fallen One's--1 One does not value life until one has nothing. One minute I was the pastor with a nice house, nice car, friends, a career, and in the twinkling of an eye I was an outcast, no career, no place to live, and my good friends turning their backs. I raised an issue about my sexuality, just questioning, and there was no mercy. I had a lawyer raise questions--and low and behold I could not even get a reference, and as I was reading the paper I found an advertisement for escorts in Hollywood, and so began my long bus ride to Hollywood, and a journey that would lead me into the light of the redeeming power of Christ. Hollywood, the city of bright lights, tinsel, dancing characters on the side walks, also has a deep and destructive dark side, of drugs, prostitution, child trafficking, and all other sorts of criminal activity, and into that world I walked one dark night. In those years and the years since I have met many young men and women who have touched and changed my life. They struggle so magnificently just to survive, they suffer so intensely, and without the notice of people--because they are not seen. As I remember them I think of the words of Henri Nouwen: "As we grow older we have more and more people to remember, people who have died before us. It is very important to remember those who have loved us and those we have loved. Remembering them means letting their spirits inspire us in our daily lives. They can become part of our spiritual communities and gently help us as we make decisions on our journeys. Parents, spouses, children, and friends can become true spiritual companions after they have died. Sometimes they can become even more intimate to us after death than when they were with us in life." I remember as I walked down Hollywood Blvd, that first night, afraid, alone, hearing a voice: "Hey dude," and it was Cade, 21, dressed in clothes my middle class self had never seen, and that was the beginning of a friendship that would span the next decade and a half. Cade was from Minnesota, he had been told to leave when he came out to his parents at 16 as gay, and so all he had was his body, and he used it well. He was addicted to heron and not knowing it HIV positive. He took me under his wing, and we went to a Motel 6, where I stayed with him. That Motel 6 is not the same today as it was then, I go there now and am in luxury, compared to the dump it was. Cade taught me the ropes of prostitution, of street life, he took care of me for a time; and then I took care of him. He was in so much pain from the rejection of his family, he hated God, he hated anything from where he came, because of the hatred and rejection placed upon him. He would shoot him self with drugs into oblivion. What I learned from Cade was that you love people regardless of who they are, or what they have one, and as he always told me to "Fuck the System". He suffered so much, he fought so hard. All Cade wanted was to be loved. Fifteen years ago I received a phone call late one night, and it was a hospice in Minneapolis, Cade was 33, and dying from complications from AIDS. He wanted to see me. As I sat by his bed, we both laughed and cried, and he jokingly called me the "whore priest' and I gave him the Sacrament of Reconciliation. He died holding my hand, and I had his funeral. No family came, just his few friends. Cade is one of the saints in that great cloud of witnesses who journeys with me still. Viva! Cade! Fr. River Damien Sims, sfw, D.Min. P.O. Box 642656 San Francisco, CA 94164 www.temenos.org 415-305-2124