Thursday, May 21, 2015

hope and gossamer threads

One of my birthday presents from my daughter was a journal 
I had given her for Christmas, you know, one of those 3 journals
in a pack . I had gotten them  at the New York Public Library. The 
particular journal,The City that Never Sleeps, has a different cover 
but here is the pack:

She transformed each page into a memory journal and left room to write. Tickets to movies and musicals.... funny scenes from  Call the Midwife called The Adventures of Chummy ... favorite quotes from books...

About the same time , I read the Art House America blog: Knotted Gossamer by Nancy Nordenson.
It reminded me of Emma Timmons in Larkrise to Candleford winning the poetry contest with 
her poem about Gossamer Threads. Something went deep and I felt my soul being wooed.

[Emma Timmins reads her poem "Gossamer Threads"]
Emma Timmins: As I went on my way,/Gossamer threads spanned from bush to bush like barricades,/As I broke through one after another/I was taken by a childish fear./They are trying to bind and keep me here./But as I grew from girl to woman,I knew/The threads that bind me were more enduring than gossamer. /They were spun of kinship and love,/Given so freely that it could never be taken away from me.

Nancy wrote:
 A poem by Denise Levertov speaks of the “grey gossamer hammock” that is the Lord’s and in it, the narrator curls and swings. A hammock of flimsy web that should rip apart, but doesn’t. A hammock anchored to thin twigs that should break, but don’t. You climb in and hope it holds. I like to wonder about the nature of all this unseen support that offers not only the safety of the curl but the strength of the swing. I imagine the catch of angels; God’s infinite palm; the unknowable, immeasurable, yet nevertheless concrete woof and warp of divine will and presence. 

Then I look around. 
She continues:
 Hope is a big word, a huge word, yet I’ve been swinging it around so lightly. I hope: in e-mails, texts, and status updates. I hope: in conversations and phone calls.
I have been looking for hope and answers to prayer. I took " A City that Never Sleeps" journal and  just like my Heavenly Father who never sleeps, started looking around for the  seeing the word hope
May 12th to now = 9 pages of the word hope

Wednesday, May 20, 2015

today's poem

May 20: Very Early Morning
All the field praises him/all
dandelions are his glory/gold
and silver all trilliums unfold
white flames above their trinities
of leaves all wild strawberries
and massed wood violets   reflect his skies–
clean blue and white
all brambles/all oxeyes
all stalks and stems lift to this light
all young windflower bells
tremble on hair
springs for his air’s
carillon touch/last year’s yarrow (raising
brittle star skeletons) tells
age is not past praising
all small low unknown
unnamed weeds show his impossible greens
all grasses sing
tone on clear tone
all mosses spread a spring–
soft velvet for his feet
and by all means
all leaves/buds/all flowers cup
jewels of fire and ice
holding up
to his kind morning heat
a silver sacrifice
make of our hearts a field
to raise your praise
~Luci Shaw

Tuesday, May 19, 2015

books read

Michael Card was asked to write laments after 9/11 for the church because we don't have many. This book was so helpful to me to find words for sorrow, disappointments, and struggles. Laments are half of the Psalms. 

Good recipes and here is the blog.

I am inthe middle of this wonderful book and it is helping me see more than gardening although it is the garden that brings healing to the grown family. Excellent and I will write more on it soon. 

I read the first essay by  this wonderful historian and it made me want to read all the books she read growing up. Excellent. 

Saw Far From the Madding Crowd today. Thomas Hardy's love triangles ... now to read the book when it arrives from the library. It is beautifully filmed.

Monday, May 18, 2015

birthday trip

It was a grand idea of my sister's: go see the Downton
Abbey Costumes on display at the Biltmore House. 
She was right!

We couldn't take photos of the dresses and suits. 
See if you can remember who wore which dress or suit. 
Here are some SOMEONE took :

 You can see the Sargent painting of Richard Morris Hunt in the background.

Monday, May 11, 2015

thinking about mothers

I missed mine yesterday. I missed her words: 
 "Everything is ok. It will be." 
Her mother's love was huge. It had no bottom to it. 
She had listening ears to my heart.

I could count on those words. 

I hope my motherhood leaves those words imprinted on my 
children's hearts. They reflect the words of Christ. 
"I am making all things new." " I have loved you with 
an everlasting love." It is his hesed.  

I thought about this yesterday --deeply. 

"The love of God is meant to make us valiant." 

Amy Carmichael

Counting on the love of God and "everything is  ok"

to soak and  be into the depth of the hearts of my children
and the next generation. 

We need valiant people in this world. 


 "brave, courageous, intrepid in danger"

 "be strong, be well, be worth, have power, be able, be in health"
"to rule" 

Albrecht D├╝rer (1471–1528): detail from ‘The Holy Family with the Dragonfly’ (1495), engraving

Wednesday, May 6, 2015

a garden

Wishing I had one just like Carl Larsson's painting and
I kept it big on the screen because the smaller version
was pretty but not as outstanding as the blog headliner

You can see his signature. I love artist's signatures.

Always look for them when you are in a museum. 

age doesn't matter

I was welcomed into the next decade with lots of love.
My heart overflows.

( flowers from my students at class on Tuesday

with more gifts)
'Class today!'

May is here and I was born on the first of May.

This birthday  year is also what  I said when my last 
was born: I will be 60 when she graduates from high school

Here I am. 

Right at the place in time I saw coming. 
I won't say how fast it has gone but I will say it how good 
it is to be here now and look back at the years. 


done ( finished homeschooling all my 5 stellar kids)