Monthly Archives: September 2015
This seems like a timely re-blog since I’m about to spend a lot of time in airports.
This is just one more example of my philosophy that there’s a goody for every baddy.
Asking safe travel prayers for this dirty little old lady!
Breathes there a woman, from age so dead, who never to herself has said, “Now, there goes a nice set of buns.”
I was asked recently, “When did you realize you were getting old?”
Realizing and feeling are two very different things. At seventy-eight I still don’t feel old, because all the people I’ve been at different ages are still part of me. Remembering is not like imagining. Remembering takes me back. I don’t have to imagine what it feels like to be young, because I’ve been there, done that.
But, I also remember clearly the day in my fifties, when I first realized I had reached the age of invisibility. I went into an auto repair shop for some help and though several men glanced my way, no one came forward to ask what I wanted. It was a wake-up call leading me to notice that men’s heads didn’t…
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Planning on buying the book, but meantime will re blog and post on face book.
Like all of this, but particularly the Thomas Moore quote.
Thoreau got up each morning and walked to the woods
as though he had never been where he was going to,
so that whatever was there
came to him like liquid into an empty glass.
there’s never really been a non spiritual truth……we live it whether we like it or not, know it or not, or live it or not……we feed each other….we live out our life as it is…..we breathe this life…..we are life…….
Intuition comes from a Latin word that means “to keep watch over.” To be intuitive is to be prepared to see some new kind of information or insight that is faint and passing. Intuitions come and go quickly. You have to watch for them. You need something like a dreamcatcher, a feathery net, to grasp them when they appear. As I get older, I become more intuitive and live more from intuition than…
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See my post: Freedom of Speech and Freedom from Listening on Face book on April 28th 2015
Like you, perhaps, I am weary of the battle that is being waged in our church family. And I am embarrassed that what so many of God’s people see and know as the United Methodist Church is that we harm people:
- We charge clergy, bring them to trial and defrock them.
- We excommunicate.
- We silence burgeoning calls to ministry.
- We injure our LGBTQIA brothers and sisters over and over again.
- We alienate entire communities, families, and younger generations.
Yes, I am weary and embarrassed of this battle. Moreover, my heart is extremely heavy knowing that I am part of a church, ordained by a church, that continues to injure deeply God’s people all the while proclaiming that we are following Jesus.
What the world sees of our church right now is not the hours and hours dedicated to ending homelessness or malaria. What the world hears of our church right now…
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Here’s your belly laugh for the day! Enjoy.
Instead of driving his 1999 work van with the worn tires, Hubby was going to take my car for an out of town trip. Knowing that our cleanliness styles are contrary, I decided to surprise him and clean up my car in the fashion he prefers. (Clean, that is.) After going through the super duper car wash with all the bells and whistles, I emptied out every speck of trash, right down to the McDonald receipts and gum wrappers left by my youngest son. Then, in a daring move, I put 3 quarters into the huge vacuum cleaner to vacuum the floors. While pulling on the hose to reach the front seat, somehow the nozzle grabbed onto the front of the dress I was wearing. Surprised, I pulled the hose up to get it off my dress, but all that did was pull my dress up over my head. Frantic…
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@Molly Norman, this is for you.
I understand the glorious alchemy
of salting slices of just picked raw eggplant
to draw up the bitter essence from the flesh
so that it may be rinsed away,
and it’s not hard at all for me to delight
in the mysteries of the scent
rising from the oven as the slices
are baked for inclusion in a dish
to be served late tonight to someone well loved.
I understand these things.
I feel the joy of service and making
when I turn to them from news of this world
that’s starving for such joy.
I don’t know how to approach those children
dead on beaches and in the streets;
how to speak to those among us so willing
to let freedom be wrung out of us,
can’t bear to lose the sweetness
being drawn from us daily;
I don’t know how to love a nation
so openly bent on hate and madness,
how to love and live in that world…
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I’d forgotten I wrote this. It seems important now with our universal tendency to lose perspective once again dividing us and fostering our choice to judge and label rather than renew our commitment to learning to love across our differences.
Fundamentalist Christians have to struggle not to make an idol of scripture. Jesus is the Word of God. Scripture is vitally important, because scripture introduces us to Jesus. Jesus speaks to where individuals are and calls us to growth now, just as He did the people in the scriptures. He wasn’t adding more rules. The Jews had plenty of them. Our call is to an ongoing, deepening relationship with a living Savior that continues to change us. Though scriptures may be like letters from God about Jesus, they are not God, and He is not limited to them .
Catholics have to struggle to not make an idol of the structure of the church. Again, Jesus is the Word of God to each of us. The spirit of God grows in us through a personal relationship with Jesus. The church can be a safe place of nurture with its rich tradition of spirituality, but…
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Well, you know how some cultures take their shoes off at the door? I am starting a new Elder American Custom: Take off your glasses at my door. I don’t wear my glasses at home much. This works for me, because I can’t see the dust bunnies, the odd dead bug or dollop of jelly on the floors. And since most of my friends are also at the stage of life that requires glasses to notice small stuff, this new custom should allow me to maintain my laissez faire attitude toward house work while not having to hide in total silence in a darkened apartment when someone knocks at my door.
But, today, I am doing what I always do when my life feels like it is spinning out of control with disasters lurking around every corner. I am cleaning out the cabinets and the fridge. This is not house work. This is about bringing order out of chaos. This is about restoring some of the delusion that I am in control of something, however unimportant, in my life.
I never learn. I was determined last week to have enough carb free food for us when I was going to be down from my knee surgery. Well, I didn’t take into consideration that when under stress, Julian and I eat only high carb junk food and baked goods or that Julian would be the one running to the store for the one or two things I forgot. So, today I am throwing out week old beautiful chicken salad, cream cheese with olives and pecans mix for sandwiches for Julian, and some leftover chile without beans for me. So sad. So stupid! I have eaten more carbs in the last week than in the last two months! And enjoyed every single crumb, even the ones off the counters.
Well, I am recovered after sitting down for a bit, so back to enforcing law and order in my cabinets. I found some seasonings which expired in 2012. Also, found some things that don’t expire until 2020. I figure that may well be beyond my own expiration date!
All prayers and caring thoughts gratefully appreciated for my husband, Julian, who is having a lung biopsy tomorrow and my youngest son, Tommy, the father of four daughters who is having heart tests today prior to possibly having to get a pace-maker.