April 16, 1998
How merciful is our Lord who has not given us what we deserve. He has sacrificed Himself so that we might be forgiven and reign with Him. This makes no sense! He is all mystery.
April 19, 1998
Bright and sunny in the east
Hazy and overcast in the west
Kitty paws squeeking at the door
A Blue Jay outisde my window piping
Sunday
I had a dream last night. My husband sent the children to school in a rain storm without coats. I called the school and told them I had wanted to homeschool today! What a silly dream!
April 22, 1998
Spring.
Birds singing and chirping.
Trees budding, bulbs blooming.
Mud!
Cubby.
Blond hair; blue-gray-green eyes.
Tall and wirey.
Pushy, loud, inattentive,
Sensitive, unpretentious, innocent.
My son.
Laurel.
Light brown braids and clear blue eyes.
Freckles.
In pinks and pastels and long skirted dresses.
Smiles from the heart.
A willing helper.
(Nosey, opinionated.)
Little Lady.
May 7, 1998
Yesterday Laurel was trying to get cinnamon out of a big container. Her fingers were not long enough to reach through the slot in the lid and get the spice out. "Mom, would it be O.K. if I took the roof off?"
Friday, October 29, 2004
Thursday, October 28, 2004
From an old red Journal
I am busy getting ready for two of my children to be confirmed this Sunday. Since I've been reading through some of my old Journals, I thought you might enjoy them while I rush around trying to get things done. No time for blogging!
Dec. 21, 1997
If I am to be wise and content when I am old, I must start now.
Dec. 30, 1997
My son asked me to tighten his bandana over his nose so he could be a cowboy. I gave the red cloth a tug and turned him around to discover that his little nose was completely flattened! "Is it too tight? Are you O.K.?" He looked at me seriously and answered, "I can't smell!"
January 22, 1998
Set me on fire, Lord, to burn for you. The fire must be hot enough to purify my desires and burn away self. Oh God, I am incomplete without you. Consume me. Make me Holy.
January 17, 1998
Saturday.
We got more snow last night. We've enough now to cover everything and make it clean and beautiful. I do not mind so many cloudy days as much when the ground is blanketed in white.
January 22, 1998
Stand before the Lord as one who stands before the fire on a cold, dark January day.
Dec. 21, 1997
If I am to be wise and content when I am old, I must start now.
Dec. 30, 1997
My son asked me to tighten his bandana over his nose so he could be a cowboy. I gave the red cloth a tug and turned him around to discover that his little nose was completely flattened! "Is it too tight? Are you O.K.?" He looked at me seriously and answered, "I can't smell!"
January 22, 1998
Set me on fire, Lord, to burn for you. The fire must be hot enough to purify my desires and burn away self. Oh God, I am incomplete without you. Consume me. Make me Holy.
January 17, 1998
Saturday.
We got more snow last night. We've enough now to cover everything and make it clean and beautiful. I do not mind so many cloudy days as much when the ground is blanketed in white.
January 22, 1998
Stand before the Lord as one who stands before the fire on a cold, dark January day.
Wednesday, October 27, 2004
Just a Note
I have really enjoyed your comments this week! It is fun to get to know you a little bit.
Today's creative work is yet to come. Yesterday my family and I spent the day welcoming George W. and Laura Bush to Wisconsin. So I'll try to figure out how to post a picture or two and tell you about it.
Right now, however, I think I need to rouse the troups and get them started on the day. Need I say that I think they are just a little bushed after such a long day?
Have a great day!
Today's creative work is yet to come. Yesterday my family and I spent the day welcoming George W. and Laura Bush to Wisconsin. So I'll try to figure out how to post a picture or two and tell you about it.
Right now, however, I think I need to rouse the troups and get them started on the day. Need I say that I think they are just a little bushed after such a long day?
Have a great day!
Monday, October 25, 2004
My Ship
I posted this on the TWTM boards a while back in response to someone who felt as though she had lost her own identity in the midst of homeschooling and keeping the home running. Many people seemed to enjoy it, so I will post it again here.
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After watching every episode of Star Trek: Voyager for the umpteenth time, my children were discussing how similar we are to a Star Ship.
They compared their dad to the Admiral who is rarely on board the ship. Our Admiral is around more than many since he farms, but he doesn't run the "ship" from day to day. His wishes are important to us and we always take them seriously.
Mom is the Captain. She runs the ship. Everyone answers to her and they follow her direction. She sets the pace and is a model for those who aspire to come up through the ranks. It is up to her to keep the ship running smoothly--not that she does all the work, of course.
The Commander, Lieutenant, Ensign, and Crewmen (the cats), each have responsibilities and duties. Although we live here together, we each "have a life" outside the "ship". We each are individuals.
The Voyager crew belonged to a larger organization: Star Fleet. The rules were set, the protocols were chosen, the acceptable codes of behavior were written down, and orders were given and followed by those who wore the Star Fleet uniform. In our home, we have the Bible and we, too, have a mission.
I rather enjoyed contemplating how similar my world was compared to the Captain’s.
(All right. Now you know it. I’m a little bit of a trekkie and a little bit strange, too…)
I try to structure my world so that it runs smoothly. I work hard to keep my household "ship" organized. Just like the good Ol' Cap'n, I take the time to care for those on my ship who have needs--emotional (hugs, a listening ear), physical (food, clothing), mental (education), spiritual (church, family devotions), as well as my own needs.
The people on my ship have rules to live by, "cardinal protocols", and jobs to do, but these do not limit who we are or what our interests are. I love looking at the stars. I enjoy sharing my farm life with others. I teach homemaking skills to many--teaching is one of my 1st loves! (Capt. Janeway paints!)
When my children grow up, I may not have a "ship" to run as I do now, but I will still have those other activities that I love to do and other interests that I want to pursue. I may have to find another "position", but right now I can stand up straight and tall and know that my ship is ready to be deployed, my crew is well cared for and capable of making an impact on the "Alpha-Quadrant" where we live. We are strong.
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After watching every episode of Star Trek: Voyager for the umpteenth time, my children were discussing how similar we are to a Star Ship.
They compared their dad to the Admiral who is rarely on board the ship. Our Admiral is around more than many since he farms, but he doesn't run the "ship" from day to day. His wishes are important to us and we always take them seriously.
Mom is the Captain. She runs the ship. Everyone answers to her and they follow her direction. She sets the pace and is a model for those who aspire to come up through the ranks. It is up to her to keep the ship running smoothly--not that she does all the work, of course.
The Commander, Lieutenant, Ensign, and Crewmen (the cats), each have responsibilities and duties. Although we live here together, we each "have a life" outside the "ship". We each are individuals.
The Voyager crew belonged to a larger organization: Star Fleet. The rules were set, the protocols were chosen, the acceptable codes of behavior were written down, and orders were given and followed by those who wore the Star Fleet uniform. In our home, we have the Bible and we, too, have a mission.
I rather enjoyed contemplating how similar my world was compared to the Captain’s.
(All right. Now you know it. I’m a little bit of a trekkie and a little bit strange, too…)
I try to structure my world so that it runs smoothly. I work hard to keep my household "ship" organized. Just like the good Ol' Cap'n, I take the time to care for those on my ship who have needs--emotional (hugs, a listening ear), physical (food, clothing), mental (education), spiritual (church, family devotions), as well as my own needs.
The people on my ship have rules to live by, "cardinal protocols", and jobs to do, but these do not limit who we are or what our interests are. I love looking at the stars. I enjoy sharing my farm life with others. I teach homemaking skills to many--teaching is one of my 1st loves! (Capt. Janeway paints!)
When my children grow up, I may not have a "ship" to run as I do now, but I will still have those other activities that I love to do and other interests that I want to pursue. I may have to find another "position", but right now I can stand up straight and tall and know that my ship is ready to be deployed, my crew is well cared for and capable of making an impact on the "Alpha-Quadrant" where we live. We are strong.
Curiosity
My site meter tells me that an average of 170 (!!!) people have been visiting my blog each day. I'd love you to introduce yourself!
Do you have a blog?
How did you learn about my blog?
What is one thing you might tell us about yourself?
:-) Jean
Do you have a blog?
How did you learn about my blog?
What is one thing you might tell us about yourself?
:-) Jean
Sunday, October 24, 2004
Come Apart
Today's reading: Psalm 39
My hope is in you. NIV
A blanket on my shoulders,
And one upon my legs;
A cat upon my lap,
A pencil in my hand,
And my mind as blank as the paper before me.
I write in my Journal the things I want my children to read someday--
memories of our life together, reminders of who we are.
What can I write to celebrate this day?
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A large boy has carried his favorite barn cat up the stairwell where I sit pondering. The cat who comes and goes with no remorse for the child who fearfully waits his never returning, purrs and begs for food. Down the stairwell he goes only to return--but this time he brings Snowflake. He deposits Sir Purrs-A-Lot into my lap and heads back down the stairs. The cat rubs against me and serenely wanders off to the water dish.
Moments later my son returns wearing a mask, wanting to see if it will scare the white cat who has returned to sit behind me.
Nope.
Then I hear a car driving down the lane and the back door slam. Bounding up the stairwell comes a child whose eyes are shining and is bubbling over with the excitement of the night, only to bound back down the stairwell to join in the chatter in the kitchen.
Perhaps I, too, will go and be with them. It is good to come away and find how precious life can be. Time apart gives us joy at time together.
(Who was it who said, "If you don't come apart and rest a while, you'll just come apart?")
My hope is in you. NIV
A blanket on my shoulders,
And one upon my legs;
A cat upon my lap,
A pencil in my hand,
And my mind as blank as the paper before me.
I write in my Journal the things I want my children to read someday--
memories of our life together, reminders of who we are.
What can I write to celebrate this day?
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A large boy has carried his favorite barn cat up the stairwell where I sit pondering. The cat who comes and goes with no remorse for the child who fearfully waits his never returning, purrs and begs for food. Down the stairwell he goes only to return--but this time he brings Snowflake. He deposits Sir Purrs-A-Lot into my lap and heads back down the stairs. The cat rubs against me and serenely wanders off to the water dish.
Moments later my son returns wearing a mask, wanting to see if it will scare the white cat who has returned to sit behind me.
Nope.
Then I hear a car driving down the lane and the back door slam. Bounding up the stairwell comes a child whose eyes are shining and is bubbling over with the excitement of the night, only to bound back down the stairwell to join in the chatter in the kitchen.
Perhaps I, too, will go and be with them. It is good to come away and find how precious life can be. Time apart gives us joy at time together.
(Who was it who said, "If you don't come apart and rest a while, you'll just come apart?")
Friday, October 22, 2004
Christmas Bulbs
The other day someone polled the people on one of the Well-Trained Mind discussion boards (www.welltrainedmind.com) to see what we were giving as Christmas gifts. I responded that I planned to plant bulbs in pots and get them started, hoping they would be in full bloom by January. Robin thought this to be a very brave thing to do since they might not grow! I guess I have a sense of adventure since I never contemplated that they might flop; it must come from the experience of living on a farm income :-).
Someone asked for more information on what types of bulbs and the timing of it all, so I will post it here. I purchased a Better Homes and Gardens book years ago when, as a teenager, I worked in a public library: Favorite Houseplants—and How to Grow Them. I take my information from there.
You need to have a pot that is at least twice as high as the bulbs you are going to plant. The pot needs to have a drainage hole covered with a shard. Use a good potting soil; you do not need to fertilize.
Lightly fill the pot half full with potting soil then lightly press the bulbs into the soil. Fill with as many bulbs as you can, but leave an inch between each bulb. Cover them with soil until the tips are just showing above the dirt. Lightly tap down and water. Some bulbs need to be placed in the refrigerator (keep moist and cover to keep out light) to simulate winter; others can be allowed to grow.
Since Christmas will be here in about 2 months, there is not enough time for some things—tulips and daffodils need 12 weeks in the frig. I plan to try Crocus (8 weeks in frig, then a cool room with strong light for 4 weeks—but that takes us after Christmas), or Paper-White Narcissus (stored in cool, dark closet for 2 weeks then a sunny window), or Lilies-of-the-Valley (set directly into a bright light, not direct sun, keep a little moist, and expect blooms in 3 weeks).
I suggest that if you want to try this that you check the web or your library to get more detailed information. Enjoy!
Someone asked for more information on what types of bulbs and the timing of it all, so I will post it here. I purchased a Better Homes and Gardens book years ago when, as a teenager, I worked in a public library: Favorite Houseplants—and How to Grow Them. I take my information from there.
You need to have a pot that is at least twice as high as the bulbs you are going to plant. The pot needs to have a drainage hole covered with a shard. Use a good potting soil; you do not need to fertilize.
Lightly fill the pot half full with potting soil then lightly press the bulbs into the soil. Fill with as many bulbs as you can, but leave an inch between each bulb. Cover them with soil until the tips are just showing above the dirt. Lightly tap down and water. Some bulbs need to be placed in the refrigerator (keep moist and cover to keep out light) to simulate winter; others can be allowed to grow.
Since Christmas will be here in about 2 months, there is not enough time for some things—tulips and daffodils need 12 weeks in the frig. I plan to try Crocus (8 weeks in frig, then a cool room with strong light for 4 weeks—but that takes us after Christmas), or Paper-White Narcissus (stored in cool, dark closet for 2 weeks then a sunny window), or Lilies-of-the-Valley (set directly into a bright light, not direct sun, keep a little moist, and expect blooms in 3 weeks).
I suggest that if you want to try this that you check the web or your library to get more detailed information. Enjoy!
Waxing Gibbous
After several days of gray skies, last night the clouds slipped away leaving a small waxing gibbous moon and all of its companions. The telescope I had borrowed from my astronomy club was still sitting, waiting for me, in the front porch. I slipped into my winter coat, grabbed Star Watch and a couple of flashlights (one red so that it would not affect my night vision), and left the house, lugging the telescope down the lane.
At first it was hard to see much. The sensor light came on as I walked away from the house. The night was a little balmy and not as cold as I had expected. The moon was bright enough that I did not need to use my flashlight and the light gravel in the drive marked my path.
I chose to set the telescope in the shadow of the pines so that I would not be working within full view of the bright moon. A large moon makes it hard to see the rest of the sky; even at one day past 1st quarter, the moon was bright enough to make the rest of the sky dim.
I adjusted the tripod, and opened my book: Cassiopeia. What I had not known was that the finderscope would require my shoving my face into the body of the telescope to be able to see through it. In order to stand back and get the telescope into the right position, I had to kneel on the gravel. After several minutes, I decided to loosen a bolt and slip the scope around so that I could use my right eye in the finderscope. Hmmm. Not much better. Adjustments. Smoosh. Ouch—sore knee. Grunt. Smoosh. Ah! A star. Now let’s jump to the next…. Smoosh…. equatorial mount adjustment when I’m use to an altazimuth… At this time Shakespeare decided he wanted attention. He began to climb my leg. “Move, cat!” Smoosh. Adjust. “Move, CAT!” Do I need to turn this knob left or right? Oh, yeah…the other way. “MOVE, CAT!” Now does this flip the view upside down AND left to right or just left to right… Anything in the eyepiece? No. Kick cat gently down the hill.
Sigh. O.K. There is the Pleiades. Let’s go take a look at THAT!
The Pleides in all its splendor was more than willing to cooperate! And then I navigated to the Andromeda Galaxy, and I stared at it for several minutes, taking in the small glowing sphere inside the eyepiece. Sigh. To think that I can observe a galaxy so far away with this small uncooperative scope!
The only object I could see in the western sky was the moon…and I was not interested in viewing the mountains and “lakes” of that large barren land…so I slipped Star Watch into my pocket, checked that my flashlights were there, hefted the telescope onto my shoulder and the cats and I walked slowly back to the house, satisfied that I had spent some time observing the glories of the heavens.
If the skies are such a wonder, what must He who made them be?
At first it was hard to see much. The sensor light came on as I walked away from the house. The night was a little balmy and not as cold as I had expected. The moon was bright enough that I did not need to use my flashlight and the light gravel in the drive marked my path.
I chose to set the telescope in the shadow of the pines so that I would not be working within full view of the bright moon. A large moon makes it hard to see the rest of the sky; even at one day past 1st quarter, the moon was bright enough to make the rest of the sky dim.
I adjusted the tripod, and opened my book: Cassiopeia. What I had not known was that the finderscope would require my shoving my face into the body of the telescope to be able to see through it. In order to stand back and get the telescope into the right position, I had to kneel on the gravel. After several minutes, I decided to loosen a bolt and slip the scope around so that I could use my right eye in the finderscope. Hmmm. Not much better. Adjustments. Smoosh. Ouch—sore knee. Grunt. Smoosh. Ah! A star. Now let’s jump to the next…. Smoosh…. equatorial mount adjustment when I’m use to an altazimuth… At this time Shakespeare decided he wanted attention. He began to climb my leg. “Move, cat!” Smoosh. Adjust. “Move, CAT!” Do I need to turn this knob left or right? Oh, yeah…the other way. “MOVE, CAT!” Now does this flip the view upside down AND left to right or just left to right… Anything in the eyepiece? No. Kick cat gently down the hill.
Sigh. O.K. There is the Pleiades. Let’s go take a look at THAT!
The Pleides in all its splendor was more than willing to cooperate! And then I navigated to the Andromeda Galaxy, and I stared at it for several minutes, taking in the small glowing sphere inside the eyepiece. Sigh. To think that I can observe a galaxy so far away with this small uncooperative scope!
The only object I could see in the western sky was the moon…and I was not interested in viewing the mountains and “lakes” of that large barren land…so I slipped Star Watch into my pocket, checked that my flashlights were there, hefted the telescope onto my shoulder and the cats and I walked slowly back to the house, satisfied that I had spent some time observing the glories of the heavens.
If the skies are such a wonder, what must He who made them be?
Thursday, October 21, 2004
Observe the World Around You
I have not had my early morning quiet time yet this morning. The trip to Hardee’s (an unusual treat) that the family took after doing a lit drop for the Republican Party, where I brainlessly drank a Dr. Pepper and then was awake too much of the night, no doubt has something to do with it… It will need to be done later in the day since we try to start school at 8:00 and I did not roll out of bed until 7:30. Even India Ink persistently shoving her whiskers into my face was not enough of an alarm clock to get me out of bed. And so I will add this entry today and perhaps add the “Today’s Reading” later. Blessings!
Taken from my Journal, January 3rd, 2004
Observe the World around you.
Do not run so fast that you fail to see:
Branches swaying in the wind
Emotions reflected in the eyes of a child
The teddy, soft and huggable, sitting on the dresser
A kitten pouncing on his new toy mouse
The sunset: red, orange, and pink
An Amish buggy slowly making its way toward home
Listen to:
Children’s laughter
The roaring of wind in the trees
Running feet
Stories—lots of children’s stories
Hungry cats insistent meowing
Doors shutting
A fire in the woodstove crackling
Feel:
The softness of a kitten’s fur
The silky hair of the child you kiss
The small arms wrapped around you in a bear hug
Warm sheets before you rise to a cold January morning
Taken from my Journal, January 3rd, 2004
Observe the World around you.
Do not run so fast that you fail to see:
Branches swaying in the wind
Emotions reflected in the eyes of a child
The teddy, soft and huggable, sitting on the dresser
A kitten pouncing on his new toy mouse
The sunset: red, orange, and pink
An Amish buggy slowly making its way toward home
Listen to:
Children’s laughter
The roaring of wind in the trees
Running feet
Stories—lots of children’s stories
Hungry cats insistent meowing
Doors shutting
A fire in the woodstove crackling
Feel:
The softness of a kitten’s fur
The silky hair of the child you kiss
The small arms wrapped around you in a bear hug
Warm sheets before you rise to a cold January morning
Wednesday, October 20, 2004
Wednesday Morning
8:00 a.m.
Cloudy. 50 degrees and damp.
I will have to check the calendar, but I'd guess today marks a 1st quarter moon. A week from today will be full moon with a complete lunar eclipse.
The sky is a uniform gray. The air is heavy and everything seems gloomy and wet and dark: a woman who no longer weeps, but goes through her day with a heavy heart.
And yet the birds sing. They give life to the rows of pines along the lane. No one has told them to hush as they flutter amidst the trees.
Sing, my soul, sing! Dance with the birds. There will be time for weariness and sorrow; leave that for another day. Today we will spin circles, laugh and sing. We will embrace life with hope.
Come! Who will dance with me?
Today's reading: Psalm 37
Delight yourself in the Lord and he will give you the desires of your heart. NIV
Cloudy. 50 degrees and damp.
I will have to check the calendar, but I'd guess today marks a 1st quarter moon. A week from today will be full moon with a complete lunar eclipse.
The sky is a uniform gray. The air is heavy and everything seems gloomy and wet and dark: a woman who no longer weeps, but goes through her day with a heavy heart.
And yet the birds sing. They give life to the rows of pines along the lane. No one has told them to hush as they flutter amidst the trees.
Sing, my soul, sing! Dance with the birds. There will be time for weariness and sorrow; leave that for another day. Today we will spin circles, laugh and sing. We will embrace life with hope.
Come! Who will dance with me?
Today's reading: Psalm 37
Delight yourself in the Lord and he will give you the desires of your heart. NIV
Tuesday, October 19, 2004
Jan. '04 - Journal Entry
In the early hours of twilight I stoked the stove. The coals, barely warm, were slow to spread their fire to new logs. Out on the deck I called the cats and let the kittens out of their safe place. They welcomed breakfast with meows of thanks and rubbed my legs with their cold, soft bodies. The buildings in the east were highlighted by pink and orange clouds, heralding the coming of the sunrise. Yet in the west, not yet so low, hung the moon, a not too-perfect circle, shining through the hazy mist, ghost-like in beauty.
Morning.
Today's reading: Psalm 36
Your love, O Lord, reaches to the heavens, your faithfulness to the skies. Your righteousness is like the mighty mountains, your justice like the great deep. NIV
Morning.
Today's reading: Psalm 36
Your love, O Lord, reaches to the heavens, your faithfulness to the skies. Your righteousness is like the mighty mountains, your justice like the great deep. NIV
Monday, October 18, 2004
Off Mice and Mules
Today's reading: Psalm 35
My tongue will speak of your righteousness and of your praises all day long. NIV
Mice
Before going to bed, I check to see that the children's lights are out and the kitties are in. I am always concerned that Snowflake will have gotten outside without my knowing. The last time this happened he met a skunk who gave it to him full in the face.
Last night, as I put the household to bed, I found Snowie mousing in the entryway.
Swat, swat, squeak!
The unwelcomed little fellow finally found a hiding place in Dad's boot. Knowing how cats frequently lose their prey, I took the opportunity to grab the boot and walk outside. Mama Kitty won the prize. Snowie, totally oblivious, continued to hunt. With all the mice that are attempting to find a warm winter home inside this old house, it would not surprise me if he found another.
Mouse hunting. The very task that I abhor, the cat delights in.
Mules
This morning shortly after dawn, I dashed to my window to see what could possibly be making the noise of two freight trains screaming down our lane. It was only our neighbor's mules attached to a large wagon; it was left unattended during breakfast. I don't know what spooked them, but a boy was soon over to drive them home. Living with Amish neighbors lets me see a little of the past and makes me smile.
My tongue will speak of your righteousness and of your praises all day long. NIV
Mice
Before going to bed, I check to see that the children's lights are out and the kitties are in. I am always concerned that Snowflake will have gotten outside without my knowing. The last time this happened he met a skunk who gave it to him full in the face.
Last night, as I put the household to bed, I found Snowie mousing in the entryway.
Swat, swat, squeak!
The unwelcomed little fellow finally found a hiding place in Dad's boot. Knowing how cats frequently lose their prey, I took the opportunity to grab the boot and walk outside. Mama Kitty won the prize. Snowie, totally oblivious, continued to hunt. With all the mice that are attempting to find a warm winter home inside this old house, it would not surprise me if he found another.
Mouse hunting. The very task that I abhor, the cat delights in.
Mules
This morning shortly after dawn, I dashed to my window to see what could possibly be making the noise of two freight trains screaming down our lane. It was only our neighbor's mules attached to a large wagon; it was left unattended during breakfast. I don't know what spooked them, but a boy was soon over to drive them home. Living with Amish neighbors lets me see a little of the past and makes me smile.
Shades of White
The stillness of a landscape draped in the silence of an early morning snow...
The sky and earth blend in shades of white
Bringing all that I can see from my window into uniform serenity.
A snow-covered world is a balm that penetrates bone and marrow, soul and spirit.
My soul is set free in quiet song. It brings to us a time of rest.
Lay down the great burden of hurried life and step lightly onto the stage.
The room is silent, empty.
Laugh and cry; dance. Unveil the depths within.
The sky and earth blend in shades of white
Bringing all that I can see from my window into uniform serenity.
A snow-covered world is a balm that penetrates bone and marrow, soul and spirit.
My soul is set free in quiet song. It brings to us a time of rest.
Lay down the great burden of hurried life and step lightly onto the stage.
The room is silent, empty.
Laugh and cry; dance. Unveil the depths within.
It is time to be set free.
Jean in Wisc.
Sunday, October 17, 2004
Sunday
Today's reading: Psalm 34
"The Lord redeems his servants;
no one will be condemned who takes refuge in Him." NIV
A quiet day. Morning church and a long afternoon nap. This evening as I write curled up in my overstuffed chair, kitty sits upon my feet purring.
The sky is cloudy, covering the rising of the Pleiades and the setting of Sagitarius. I will not see Orion rise upon the horizon, and it is unlikely that I will see Venus from my stairwell window in the early morning. The moon would be a waxing crescent setting in the west.
I stoked the wood stove today. The children and the kitties thanked me by gathering around to warm their toes. Outside, the air was damp and cool. The leaves are falling. The fields are being harvested. Autumn in all its glory has come.
Life is good.
"The Lord redeems his servants;
no one will be condemned who takes refuge in Him." NIV
A quiet day. Morning church and a long afternoon nap. This evening as I write curled up in my overstuffed chair, kitty sits upon my feet purring.
The sky is cloudy, covering the rising of the Pleiades and the setting of Sagitarius. I will not see Orion rise upon the horizon, and it is unlikely that I will see Venus from my stairwell window in the early morning. The moon would be a waxing crescent setting in the west.
I stoked the wood stove today. The children and the kitties thanked me by gathering around to warm their toes. Outside, the air was damp and cool. The leaves are falling. The fields are being harvested. Autumn in all its glory has come.
Life is good.
