Monday, January 26, 2015
Hearing from my relatives in the northeast ( NY and Conn. )
and sort of wish it was snowing here. Wouldn't you love to
be stuck inside for a few days of utter timelessness?
Everything seems to stop and we rest from the business.
from headlikeanorange tumblr
Plus it is snowing all over this tumblr: Midwinter-Dream
Might try this quote from a blogger who commented on my previous blog:
( Gladsome Lights )
( from Northern California which I have never seen in person but have been
told I would love to visit)
It is warm at her home and flowers are springing up!
Friday, January 23, 2015
Here is my daughter's poem . I had
my students write their own from Luci Shaw's poem.
Blessed be God for bare branches,
for dry crackling leaves crunching
beneath worn out boots. For the trickling
water in the creek, the buds of daffodils
promising their grand entrance, and
the chirping birds who are laying eggs
for the coming season.
Glory be to God for the spinning
of the earth that never ceases.
For nature's cycles- spring, summer,
fall, and winter. Birth, life, and death.
Nothing stands still in God's creation.
It is an ever moving benediction.
from patterns in chaos tumblr
Wednesday, January 21, 2015
This month has given us very cold days and now today I hung
my laundry outside: 2 loads. All dried. The sun is making shadows
very low now in the shadows. It is waking up the other side of the
I opened a few windows to bring fresh air into the house.
from dailydoseofstuf tumblr
This is a rather long poem by Luci Shaw about the thaw
of January. I read this morning a good sentence about
poetry by CS Lewis in Reflections of the Psalms:
For poetry too is a little incarnation, giving body to what has been
before invisible and in audible.
|Psalm for the January Thaw|
Blessed be God for thaw, for the clear drops
that fall, one by one, like clocks ticking, from
the icicles along the eaves. For shift and shrinkage,
including the soggy gray mess on the deck
like an abandoned mattress that has
lost its inner spring. For the gurgle
of gutters, for snow melting underfoot when I
step off the porch. For slush. For the glisten
on the sidewalk that only wets the foot sole
and doesn't send me slithering. Everything
is alert to this melting, the slow flow of it,
the declaration of intent, the liquidation.
Glory be to God for changes. For bulbs
breaking the darkness with their green beaks.
For moles and moths and velvet green moss
waiting to fill the driveway cracks. For the way
the sun pierces the window minutes earlier each day.
For earthquakes and tectonic plates-earth's bump
and grind-and new mountains pushing up
like teeth in a one-year-old. For melodrama—
lightning on the sky stage, and the burst of applause
that follows. Praise him for day and night, and light
switches by the door. For seasons, for cycles
and bicycles, for whales and waterspouts,
for watersheds and waterfalls and waking
and the letter W, for the waxing and waning
of weather so that we never get complacent. For all
the world, and for the way it twirls on its axis
like an exotic dancer. For the north pole and the
south pole and the equator and everything between.
by Luci Shaw
Tuesday, January 20, 2015
Monday, January 19, 2015
I do believe it felt like Spring today.
Got up to 63 degrees.
It sure does give you energy.
I am almost done reading The Fiddler's Green by Pete Peterson.
It is the second book of two . ( The Fiddler's Gun )
I have not been able to put it down.
Hoping my students are doing the same and maybe did what
I did: sit in the sun reading on the front porch.
Did you know Jan Karon is writing another book?!
Good news. Yeah!
Wednesday, January 14, 2015
icy this morning so my Bible Study was cancelled. There we were all ready
to go when I looked at emails. So , my daughter and I went out to breakfast
with a book to read in hand. I ended up seeing a friend, one who prays,
and sat with her. She just happened to be alone. I wouldn't go to Paneras
alone. Well, maybe ? I would have a totebag full of things to read and a journal.
I left with more to prayer for. That is what happens when you get with a prayer
Isn't this adorable:
| You buy a Tom's and they give a child a pair.|
A good conversation with my #3 brother who is healing from falling before Christmas
and being in the hospital for 3 and a half weeks. Reminded me of my mom. She loved
to talk! She always kept up with her 8 children and knew a phone bill was a gift to them.
It was how she showed her love. She was right on the cusp of cell phones and computers
when she died. Another brother (#4) always has the latest technology and he was
already calling her FREE on the weekends. We were all amazed! The rest is history as
Tuesday, January 13, 2015
I took some snapshot glimpses of life today.
Glimpses of goodness:
- a dapper white headed bearded man with a bouquet of flowers and his Trader Joe's bag
going to his car. Who were they for?
- saw an acquaintance who I adore in Trader Joe's and she thanked me for posting a link
for this book club ( for kids and adults ) of Andrew Peterson's Wingfeather Saga
books. This past summer, I saw boys ( maybe about 10 years old) have their books signed by Andrew and then go sit on the floor and start reading. Imagine being that kid!
So encouraged by a simple " seeing someone!"
- library parking lot was almost full and I almost couldn't find a parking space.
Were they all reading books?
- then I got a call from my husband to ask if I bought his shampoo which I had forgotten
at TJ so I had this feeling I was going back for a reason. Walked in and there
at the first check-out was a dear friend I have not seen in a while. I had been waiting
to see her with news of a death. Knew that forgotten shampoo was this.
- my phone hit Facetime and all of a sudden I was doing this to S.D. Smith of
The Story Warren and author of The Green Ember! This was during my class, mind
you! ( we were in a small den in front of a fireplace so it was very cozy) I had to text him
what happened. One of my students sent him a poem about his book so we were
- a student looked up where Kent was from reading about Millet which made me
in awe for the timing of studying this French artist right now. She declared
"It is so pretty there" and my heart warmed.
( While other Frenchmen are generally dark and thick-set, the Norman is, as a rule, a tall, fair- haired, blue-eyed man, not unlike in build to our Yarmouth fisherman, or our Kentish labourers. In body and mind, there is something about him even now which makes him seem more nearly akin to us than the true Frenchmen who inhabit almost all the rest of France.)
- then we prayed for France
Mid-winter dream tumblr
( in the Netherlands)