It has been 15 months and over 100 posts since the birth of my first blog series Deo Volente. I cross the finish line at the start. I am hopefully a modified person. We are anything but static creatures; we age and hopefully mature.
In high school I had just one year of French class. I remember bits and pieces of French sayings, but sentences are few. It is a challenging language to learn. Spanish would have been so much more practical; I've traveled to South America, but never to Europe. My French name was Dianne... (pronounced Dee-on). My sister's romantic foreign name was Colette. Her name warmly floats off the tongue and sounds amour, and prettier than mine (actually, she is pretty).
My new blog is named Tres Bon (pronounced tray bone with a French, throaty delivery), which means: Very Good. I go out on a limb believing this: Very good thoughts are coming.
A tasty, value-added term for full-meal reading absorption is: DEBRIDEMENT. It does not mean removing a bride from a wedding ceremony, nor ejecting her from the honeymoon suite. The pronunciation is de-breed-ment, which does not mean a de-bred horse. The medical definition is: The process of removing dead skin cells (or debris) from a wound or sore.
Sometimes debridement involves surgery and pain; healthy skin closure is the goal. Healthy parental closure was my Deo Volente blogging goal (also known as PTSD, psycho-babble).
The prolonged therapeutic session is now waning. I am grateful for sabbatical time with skillfully-led surgery and recovery. The prognosis is: Hopeful. The process was anything but bombogenesis-rapid; but it was the bomb rather than a bomb.
The beginning of this post begs for a somewhat circular conclusion. A bride normally exits the wedding ceremony the same way she enters. Let the wedding march mentally begin:
God saw all that he had made, and it was very good [emphasis mine].
My new blog is named Tres Bon (pronounced tray bone with a French, throaty delivery), which means: Very Good. I go out on a limb believing this: Very good thoughts are coming.
A tasty, value-added term for full-meal reading absorption is: DEBRIDEMENT. It does not mean removing a bride from a wedding ceremony, nor ejecting her from the honeymoon suite. The pronunciation is de-breed-ment, which does not mean a de-bred horse. The medical definition is: The process of removing dead skin cells (or debris) from a wound or sore.
Sometimes debridement involves surgery and pain; healthy skin closure is the goal. Healthy parental closure was my Deo Volente blogging goal (also known as PTSD, psycho-babble).
The prolonged therapeutic session is now waning. I am grateful for sabbatical time with skillfully-led surgery and recovery. The prognosis is: Hopeful. The process was anything but bombogenesis-rapid; but it was the bomb rather than a bomb.
The beginning of this post begs for a somewhat circular conclusion. A bride normally exits the wedding ceremony the same way she enters. Let the wedding march mentally begin:
♫Here comes the bride... (Bonjour, Tres Bon!)
...There goes debridement♫ (Au Revoir, Deo Volente!)
Genesis 1:31God saw all that he had made, and it was very good [emphasis mine].
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