Sunday, May 31, 2009
Friday, May 29, 2009
Thursday, May 28, 2009
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
It was a hushed, most significant moment in a beautiful old church abounding in stained glass. The signing on as man and wife. Solemn vows gracefully said to the witness of friends and family. Vows they will cling to when tough times come (and they will, don't we older folks know.) Beloved and familiar words, elegant in simplicity and solemnity. An exchange of rings, a prayer, a kiss, a pronouncement--a new family begins. After photos taken to remember the day, a party begins to celebrate the moment and to celebrate the new Mr. and Mrs.
Monday, May 25, 2009
Red is the color of the poppy flower that I remember sticking on my shirt as a child. I knew it stood for Fla*ders Field in WW I (where many poppy flowers grow) and the soldiers that gave their lives there. Over time Memori*l Day has come to be a time to remember all our fallen soldiers, not just those from WW I.
Between the crosses row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
Thursday, May 21, 2009
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
The shrill sound of a siren caused me to swing over to the edge of the road. I watched the fire truck weave it's way through vehicles scrambling to get out of the way. I found my eyes misting. I wondered what emergency the first responders were headed to. But it was thinking of my niece that really brought the emotion.
Monday, May 18, 2009
Friday, May 15, 2009
Thursday, May 14, 2009
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Sunday, May 10, 2009
Our DIY day at church Saturday was full of inspiration. It nourished our souls, bellies, imaginations, eyes, and minds. I hope I'll make a better cupcake now, and use my camera more creatively. About ten women hosted tables that they had set with their best china and superb artistry. Mine was a cooperative effort which made it more special to me. But it all was such a feast to the eyes! Can you guess which table setting is mine?
Friday, May 08, 2009
Thursday, May 07, 2009
Wednesday, May 06, 2009
So the other night I was on FB ( f * c e b o o k ). It was a kind of active night--my cousin wrote something, an old friend did as well; new baby pictures to gaze upon--
I decided to pull up the "online friends" screen. I looked at it and started to process who was on--who I was at that moment connected to--who I "know what they are doing at this moment, because, uh, they are on their computer." Who was I connected so nonchalently with?
Two dear nursing school friends who I could pick up with as if we hadn't been apart--though we haven't seen each other in at least 25 years; my earliest childhood friend (from birth); my niece; my cousin's daughter; two cousins; an old homeschooling friend; two current-day friends; current work colleagues, a friend from our days in Africa; a young man who was in our youth group (well, he's not young anymore); a new missionary friend who just killed a snake in her kitchen in far away Africa; the son of a former boss; an old friend who handed down her baby boy clothes to us; and a college friend who I used to work with in the college kitchen before his draft number came up so low he quit school and joined the navy (I found that out on FB). That's it for the moment, but more names jumped on and off even as I was collecting these.
Kind of a weird thing. It brings together the past and the present, connections from all aspects of my life. I saw photos of new dogs, new grandbabies, Easter photos, mother-daughter banquets, family photos ...
This is all on a random evening--just 15 minutes of my time. Maybe its just too much connection... too much information.... Probably. But it is such fun.
Monday, May 04, 2009
We talked about the book but somehow veered off on a tangent that brought us to talk about our lives. The pain we feel, the challenges we face, and how we feel like we never get it quite right. We encouraged each other in our faith and in the grace that God gives us so freely.
We talked late in the candlelight, the scent of freshly picked roses serenading us. We knew something special was happening, and we were grateful.
Also, it was Boniface's birthday. A good time to honor our leader, and eat some gourmet cupcakes. It didn't matter that we all hadn't finished reading the book. We will in time, and then look for the author's other books. This one read like a slow walk in the park. Sometimes it's good to saunter, isn't it.