I may sweat in the heat of the moment
And smile at a funeral
Spend hours considering a thought less traveled
Yet I will
Saturday, July 24, 2010
Caring about my Carry-Ons
What one packs, in their airplane carry-on bag, says a lot about their character. Once I hauled a 20 pound bronze statue of a girl poised on a rock on the plane with me. By the time I arrived home, my spine looked like the back of an armadillo, my mood like a Mel Gibson tirade. It was so lovely when I spotted it at the Paris fleamarket and it was such a bargain. My son-in-law lugged it from France to London and then I took over. Back home and four bottles of Ibuprofen later, I arose from my sofa bed with a renewed sense of selective buying.
In addition, there's something to say about the items chosen to be hand carried to your new abode when moving, via my car, that is. This time, and oh yes, there have been many, I will plump up my make-up/toiletries bag with my three items of "good" jewelry along with my checkbook and Synonym Finder, Fruit of the Spirit Bible, and the five meds I take because I'm, well, of that certain age now.
In the back seat, I'll stack up my latest writing projects and recent photos, laptops and printers. The coffee pot might make the cut as will the toaster and a couple of mugs. If I'm spunky that day, I might slip in a wine glass or two. This move is cleaning out more than the chaff of my life; it's proving that this woman of age and substance is still keen on romance and great conversation, snuggles and Sunday mornings.
Perhaps I will pack up my soft summer nightie and my crisp new bed sheets and celebrate the first night in my new home with a prayer and a promise - a prayer of thanksgiving and a promise never to buy another sculpture for my home regardless of its appeal, its call to my art heart.
In addition, there's something to say about the items chosen to be hand carried to your new abode when moving, via my car, that is. This time, and oh yes, there have been many, I will plump up my make-up/toiletries bag with my three items of "good" jewelry along with my checkbook and Synonym Finder, Fruit of the Spirit Bible, and the five meds I take because I'm, well, of that certain age now.
In the back seat, I'll stack up my latest writing projects and recent photos, laptops and printers. The coffee pot might make the cut as will the toaster and a couple of mugs. If I'm spunky that day, I might slip in a wine glass or two. This move is cleaning out more than the chaff of my life; it's proving that this woman of age and substance is still keen on romance and great conversation, snuggles and Sunday mornings.
Perhaps I will pack up my soft summer nightie and my crisp new bed sheets and celebrate the first night in my new home with a prayer and a promise - a prayer of thanksgiving and a promise never to buy another sculpture for my home regardless of its appeal, its call to my art heart.
BLESSED BE THE HOURS OF THE AFTERNOON
When I write (blog) I lose all manner of time and its pull toward afternoon. Day after day, I wonder where the hours went. Then I remember my wayward ways and give in to plopping down in front of the computer screen while still clothed in my nightie and old slippers. The same thing happens, though, if I pick up a paint brush or new Sharpie and draw to my heart's content. I must never glimpse a blank canvass before breakfast. It's a fatal flaw of mine. I know it's true that when you are pursuing your passion, all time and sensibility, sense and saneness fall away.
Still, even digesting that kind of reasonable mind-bending thinking, I wrestle with the inate to create or at least make a mess of something.
What's the answer to this daytime drama? Stay in bed all day, tie my hands together with the ribbons of my new fabric creation. Hopeless, I am, yet happy as a church mouse, whatever that is.
The crime to all of this nonsense is that I must make a living with this artful life. I just feel it in my bones, peanut butter for dinner. Poverty has never been my idea of a good time.
If you find me on the wings of cyberspace or discover me among the katrillion other bloggers out there, jot me a note, I promise I will read it.
Still, even digesting that kind of reasonable mind-bending thinking, I wrestle with the inate to create or at least make a mess of something.
What's the answer to this daytime drama? Stay in bed all day, tie my hands together with the ribbons of my new fabric creation. Hopeless, I am, yet happy as a church mouse, whatever that is.
The crime to all of this nonsense is that I must make a living with this artful life. I just feel it in my bones, peanut butter for dinner. Poverty has never been my idea of a good time.
If you find me on the wings of cyberspace or discover me among the katrillion other bloggers out there, jot me a note, I promise I will read it.
Though I Stand Alone
Though I stand Alone
I don't despair
The Throne of Grace
Is mine to share
It's there I linger
Long into night
The moon's faint glow
My dreams' delight
Away I fly,
the milky way
the milky way
On moon-fed beams of holy light
I toss my fears away
Among the stars
Among the stars
On angels wings,
I fly among the splendor
And dine with holy, kindred kings
I fly among the splendor
And dine with holy, kindred kings
I must return
Or so it seems
Back down to earth
Go back to dreams
Another night
I'll dream anew
And share again
My dream with you.
Yet, in the day
Awake I stay
It's there I stand alone and pray
For grace to fall across my heart
And take me dreaming, into my art
Heaven's hem
Is oh so near
I dare not touch it
Not yet, I hear
So, here I sit and stand alone
But for a moment, two or three
Until my breath and dream-filled life
Becomes a spirit, whole and free
Heaven's hem
Is oh so near
I dare not touch it
Not yet, I hear
So, here I sit and stand alone
But for a moment, two or three
Until my breath and dream-filled life
Becomes a spirit, whole and free
THE JUST ONE PRINCIPAL
YEARS AGO, I ENGAGED IN THE "JUST ONE PRINCIPAL." ACTUALLY, I INVENTED IT; IT JUST DIDN'T CATCH ON LIKE THE HOOLA HOOP OR DORA THE EXPLORER. NO MATTER, NOW I SHALL RELAUNCH THE GENIUS IDEA AND WATCH IT SOAR. I'M THINKING IT JUST MIGHT BE MY 'ONE' FIFTEEN MINUTES OF FAME.
ONCE AIRBORNE, I'M SURE THE CONCEPT WILL TURN HEADS AROUND THE GLOBE. I SEE IT (IN MY ONE IMAGINATION) ON OPRAH AND LARRY KING, SIXTY MINUTES AND PERHAPS EVEN AMERICAN IDOL. I HAVEN'T WRITTEN A MUSICAL JINGLE FOR THE CONCEPT BUT WILL SOON WHEN I AM IN A MUSICAL MOOD.
HERE'S THE NUT IN THE NUTSHELL: (I THINK IF I CAN GET THE GENIUS TYPES LIKE GATES AND PICKENS, ALONG WITH ANDY ROONEY -TYPES AND THOSE SASSY, GOOD GUYS OF THE MEDIA, (INCLUDING BARNEY AND FRIENDS),THE CONCEPT WILL FERTILIZE STINGY MINDS, WIDEN THE NARROW ONES AND STOMP OUT PREJUDICES OF EVERY KIND. MINE IS A CLEAN-UP COMMITTEE OF ONE AND UNTIL TODAY, APPLAUDED BY AN AUDIENCE OF ONLY ONE. TOMORROW IS ANOTHER DAY, FULL OF HOPE, FULL OF GRACE, FULL OF LOVE AND GREAT EXPECTATION.
WISE FOLK ACROSS OUR ONE LAND WILL FLOCK TO THE JUST ONE PRINCIPAL ONCE THEY UNDERSTAND ITS BENEFITS AND BORDERLESS BLESSINGS ALONG WITH THE DIGNITY OF A HOLY LIFESTYLE.
ON THE PRACTICAL SIDE, THIS IS IT - EVERYONE IN AMERICA (AND LATER THE WORLD) WILL EDIT THEIR LIVES TO INCLUDE ONE TELEPHONE, ONE TV, ONE CELL PHONE, ONE KIND AND GENEROUS THOUGHT PER HOUR, ONE LEAN MEAL - THREE TIMES A DAY. OH, ONE HOUR A DAY TO WALK ABOUT ONES' NEIGHBORHOOD. IN ADDITIION, ONE, ONE-A-DAY VITAMIN, ONE APPLE, ONE PROVERB A DAY (THERE'S JUST ENOUGH FOR ONE MONTH, THEN YOU START OVER AGAIN) - AND ONE PRAYER THAT LAST THROUGHOUT ONE'S WAKING HOURS. OH, INCLUDE HERE ONE SABBATH DAY TO REST AND RESTORE.
"PRAY WITHOUT CEASING," THE GOOD BOOK SAYS. HOW EXACTLY DO WE DO THAT? I THINK I KNOW THE ANSWER BUT WILL BLOG MY WAY TO THE ANSWER. PLEASE BE PATIENT WITH ME, I'M A CAUTIOUS, HUMBLE LEARNER.
STAY TUNED TO THIS BLOG FOR THE NEXT NEW DAYS. JOIN FORCES WITH ME - IT'S FREE, EFFECTIVE, AND FLOPLESS. I LIKE THINGS THAT RING TRUE AND SURE AND PEACE-GIVING. THE JUST ONE PRINCIPAL IS JUST THAT. CAN THIS ONE PRINCIPAL PRODUCE A STRESSLESS, MEANINGFUL, PASSIONATE AND PURPOSEFUL LIFE? IN A WORD - YES!
MAN WAS MADE TO THINK ONE THOUGHT AT A TIME. LET'S MAKE MUSIC WITH OUR NOTIONS, BUILD MONUMENTS WITH OUR WISE AND WELL-CHOSEN THOUGHTS. ONE PURPOSED THOUGHT AT A TIME MAY MOLD OUR MOTIVES INTO DELIGHTFUL, ARTFUL SHAPES AND HELPS CURB OUR APPETITES, ANGERS AND DISRESPECT FOR COUNTRY'S LAND. I'VE FOUND THAT AS WE EDIT OUR LIVES, CHERISH OUR EARTH'S GIFTS, WE MIRROR OUR MAKER, HONOR HIS HANDIWORK. AS WE GIVE AND FORGIVE, AND HELP OTHERS RESTORE THEIR DREAMS, WE FULFILL OUR DESTINIES. (OH BROTHER, THIS IS GETTING H E A V Y). -------please read on, it gets lighter.
A BIT OF RAMBLING IS GOOD FOR THE SOUL, DON'T YOU THINK?
I'M ALREADY RE-THINKING MY ONE INNOCUOUS NEED FOR THAT 15 MINUTES OF FAME THING. WHAT WAS I THINKING!! WILL I EVER SHED THIS SKIN OF SELF ABSORBTION?
IMAGINATION IS THE "NOW" VERSION OF YESTERDAY; LET'S GIVE OUR IMAGINATION TO OUR ONE GOD AND SEE WHAT HAPPENS. I PERSONALLY IMAGINE EVERY WILLING PERSON HOLDING A HUNGRY BABE IN THEIR ARMS, FEEDING AND CARESSING HIS DRY FLESH, WIPING AWAY THE FLIES.
I SEE MANKIND RIDDING OURSELVES OF UNNECESSARY FLUFF AND STUFF. I HAVE AN RELENTLESS ITCH TO HELP AND GIVE AND CLOTH MY NEIGHBORS IN WHATEVER I CAN. BECAUSE OF THE SAVIOR BORN ANEW IN ME, I SOMEHOW FEEL THE BROKEN HEARTS WHO HAVE LOST EVERYTHING TO NATURAL DISASTERS; I SILENTLY HEAR THE PLEAS OF THOSE I IGNORED IN MY SELFISH YOUTH.
IS THERE HOPE FOR ONE SUCH AS ME? I HAVE THIS ONE LIFE AND I RELY ON MY ONE GOD AND ONE SAVIOR AND ONE HOLY SPIRIT TO GUIDE ME - ONE MINUTE, ONE HOUR, ONE STUMBLE AT A TIME. SO, HERE'S MY THOUGHT, THOUGH LOFTY IT MAY SEEM, I WILL DEVOTE MY WRINKLY ONE SOUL, ONE YEAR AT A TIME, TO HELP "RESTORE THE YEARS THE LOCUSTS HAVE EATEN," (as the Bible says) AND WALK WITH STEPS (ONE AT A TIME)- THOUGH BABY, THEY MAY SEEM, THAT LEAD TO THOSE WHO NEED A HAND TO HOLD, A LAP TO REST ON, A PRAYER TO CALM FEARS AND FRETFUL THOUGHTS. I LONG TO BLESS AND ENCOURAGE AND HELP RELIEVE THE JANGLED NERVES OF ONE BETRAYED OR BROKEN HEARTED. I WILL TO HELP UNTIE THE KNOTS OF DEFEAT, SHEPHERD THE LOST, SING TO THOSE WHO DON'T MIND AN OFF-KEY, PITCHY PSALM OF HOPE.
THOUGH I COULD NEVER WALK IN THE HOLY SANDALS OF MOTHER TERESA, FORGIVE ME IF I LIFT HER WORDS HERE (and adopt them as well) - "I ONLY HOPE I CAN REMAIN A LITTLE PENCIL IN GOD'S HAND."
amen and amen
ONCE AIRBORNE, I'M SURE THE CONCEPT WILL TURN HEADS AROUND THE GLOBE. I SEE IT (IN MY ONE IMAGINATION) ON OPRAH AND LARRY KING, SIXTY MINUTES AND PERHAPS EVEN AMERICAN IDOL. I HAVEN'T WRITTEN A MUSICAL JINGLE FOR THE CONCEPT BUT WILL SOON WHEN I AM IN A MUSICAL MOOD.
HERE'S THE NUT IN THE NUTSHELL: (I THINK IF I CAN GET THE GENIUS TYPES LIKE GATES AND PICKENS, ALONG WITH ANDY ROONEY -TYPES AND THOSE SASSY, GOOD GUYS OF THE MEDIA, (INCLUDING BARNEY AND FRIENDS),THE CONCEPT WILL FERTILIZE STINGY MINDS, WIDEN THE NARROW ONES AND STOMP OUT PREJUDICES OF EVERY KIND. MINE IS A CLEAN-UP COMMITTEE OF ONE AND UNTIL TODAY, APPLAUDED BY AN AUDIENCE OF ONLY ONE. TOMORROW IS ANOTHER DAY, FULL OF HOPE, FULL OF GRACE, FULL OF LOVE AND GREAT EXPECTATION.
WISE FOLK ACROSS OUR ONE LAND WILL FLOCK TO THE JUST ONE PRINCIPAL ONCE THEY UNDERSTAND ITS BENEFITS AND BORDERLESS BLESSINGS ALONG WITH THE DIGNITY OF A HOLY LIFESTYLE.
ON THE PRACTICAL SIDE, THIS IS IT - EVERYONE IN AMERICA (AND LATER THE WORLD) WILL EDIT THEIR LIVES TO INCLUDE ONE TELEPHONE, ONE TV, ONE CELL PHONE, ONE KIND AND GENEROUS THOUGHT PER HOUR, ONE LEAN MEAL - THREE TIMES A DAY. OH, ONE HOUR A DAY TO WALK ABOUT ONES' NEIGHBORHOOD. IN ADDITIION, ONE, ONE-A-DAY VITAMIN, ONE APPLE, ONE PROVERB A DAY (THERE'S JUST ENOUGH FOR ONE MONTH, THEN YOU START OVER AGAIN) - AND ONE PRAYER THAT LAST THROUGHOUT ONE'S WAKING HOURS. OH, INCLUDE HERE ONE SABBATH DAY TO REST AND RESTORE.
"PRAY WITHOUT CEASING," THE GOOD BOOK SAYS. HOW EXACTLY DO WE DO THAT? I THINK I KNOW THE ANSWER BUT WILL BLOG MY WAY TO THE ANSWER. PLEASE BE PATIENT WITH ME, I'M A CAUTIOUS, HUMBLE LEARNER.
STAY TUNED TO THIS BLOG FOR THE NEXT NEW DAYS. JOIN FORCES WITH ME - IT'S FREE, EFFECTIVE, AND FLOPLESS. I LIKE THINGS THAT RING TRUE AND SURE AND PEACE-GIVING. THE JUST ONE PRINCIPAL IS JUST THAT. CAN THIS ONE PRINCIPAL PRODUCE A STRESSLESS, MEANINGFUL, PASSIONATE AND PURPOSEFUL LIFE? IN A WORD - YES!
AUGUST 25, SUNDAY
MAN WAS MADE TO THINK ONE THOUGHT AT A TIME. LET'S MAKE MUSIC WITH OUR NOTIONS, BUILD MONUMENTS WITH OUR WISE AND WELL-CHOSEN THOUGHTS. ONE PURPOSED THOUGHT AT A TIME MAY MOLD OUR MOTIVES INTO DELIGHTFUL, ARTFUL SHAPES AND HELPS CURB OUR APPETITES, ANGERS AND DISRESPECT FOR COUNTRY'S LAND. I'VE FOUND THAT AS WE EDIT OUR LIVES, CHERISH OUR EARTH'S GIFTS, WE MIRROR OUR MAKER, HONOR HIS HANDIWORK. AS WE GIVE AND FORGIVE, AND HELP OTHERS RESTORE THEIR DREAMS, WE FULFILL OUR DESTINIES. (OH BROTHER, THIS IS GETTING H E A V Y). -------please read on, it gets lighter.
A BIT OF RAMBLING IS GOOD FOR THE SOUL, DON'T YOU THINK?
I'M ALREADY RE-THINKING MY ONE INNOCUOUS NEED FOR THAT 15 MINUTES OF FAME THING. WHAT WAS I THINKING!! WILL I EVER SHED THIS SKIN OF SELF ABSORBTION?
IMAGINATION IS THE "NOW" VERSION OF YESTERDAY; LET'S GIVE OUR IMAGINATION TO OUR ONE GOD AND SEE WHAT HAPPENS. I PERSONALLY IMAGINE EVERY WILLING PERSON HOLDING A HUNGRY BABE IN THEIR ARMS, FEEDING AND CARESSING HIS DRY FLESH, WIPING AWAY THE FLIES.
I SEE MANKIND RIDDING OURSELVES OF UNNECESSARY FLUFF AND STUFF. I HAVE AN RELENTLESS ITCH TO HELP AND GIVE AND CLOTH MY NEIGHBORS IN WHATEVER I CAN. BECAUSE OF THE SAVIOR BORN ANEW IN ME, I SOMEHOW FEEL THE BROKEN HEARTS WHO HAVE LOST EVERYTHING TO NATURAL DISASTERS; I SILENTLY HEAR THE PLEAS OF THOSE I IGNORED IN MY SELFISH YOUTH.
IS THERE HOPE FOR ONE SUCH AS ME? I HAVE THIS ONE LIFE AND I RELY ON MY ONE GOD AND ONE SAVIOR AND ONE HOLY SPIRIT TO GUIDE ME - ONE MINUTE, ONE HOUR, ONE STUMBLE AT A TIME. SO, HERE'S MY THOUGHT, THOUGH LOFTY IT MAY SEEM, I WILL DEVOTE MY WRINKLY ONE SOUL, ONE YEAR AT A TIME, TO HELP "RESTORE THE YEARS THE LOCUSTS HAVE EATEN," (as the Bible says) AND WALK WITH STEPS (ONE AT A TIME)- THOUGH BABY, THEY MAY SEEM, THAT LEAD TO THOSE WHO NEED A HAND TO HOLD, A LAP TO REST ON, A PRAYER TO CALM FEARS AND FRETFUL THOUGHTS. I LONG TO BLESS AND ENCOURAGE AND HELP RELIEVE THE JANGLED NERVES OF ONE BETRAYED OR BROKEN HEARTED. I WILL TO HELP UNTIE THE KNOTS OF DEFEAT, SHEPHERD THE LOST, SING TO THOSE WHO DON'T MIND AN OFF-KEY, PITCHY PSALM OF HOPE.
THOUGH I COULD NEVER WALK IN THE HOLY SANDALS OF MOTHER TERESA, FORGIVE ME IF I LIFT HER WORDS HERE (and adopt them as well) - "I ONLY HOPE I CAN REMAIN A LITTLE PENCIL IN GOD'S HAND."
amen and amen
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