the sign says it's 77 degrees,
and spanish moss drips from live oaks
as the young man hoists himself onto his truck bed
to play his guitar.
a pair of grebes chuckle together,
floating on still waters,
unaware of any dire emergencies,
any past sorrows or future woes.
they just paddle on,
This is about as much snow as Florida pine cones ever see.
Many of us don't even have a fireplace chimney for Santa. (But we still have milk and cookies!)
We do have beautiful birds though, visitors from more frigid climes...
... and the making of childhood ornaments goes on, even in places with more sand than snow.
This is baby Jesus in a manger made from a sea shell. I don't think he minds...
Like many of you, I've been overwhelmed by the tragedy at Sandy Hook Elementary. We decorated our Christmas tree yesterday (late this year, because we've all been sick with the flu.) As I hung ornaments from various stages of my daughter's childhood, my thoughts turned to the parents who will never see their precious child's beautiful face again in this lifetime. I thought about the brave young woman, just a few years older than my own daughter, who gave her life so her students could live. There is no greater love. I don't have any wise words or answers to offer. Like many of you, my family and I are engaged in our own struggles to overcome the daily obstacles that life throws our way. But today, we have each other. I can hug my husband. I can hug my daughter. And so I will. Because this moment is all we have.
When you arise in the morning think of what a privilege it is to be alive, to think, to enjoy, to love ...
I seem to have contracted a cold/flu virus that is extremely annoying. You know that "walking dead" feeling? My brain is especially fuzzy, which leads me to suspect that I may have been infected with a zombie plague. On the other hand, I don't remember being bitten by any zombies lately, so it's probably just a virus after all. In any case, I can't seem to focus on anything more than a warm cup of tea and mindless television. So forgive me if I become even worse at visiting your blogs than I have been already. I'll catch up with you soon, okay?
Oh, I just realized the title of this post says, "and other matters." There really aren't any (or perhaps there are too many to recount?) I just liked the way it sounded for a title :)
"I pray for you, that all your misgivings will be melted to thanksgivings. Remember that the shadow a thing casts often far exceeds the size of the thing itself (especially if the light be low on the horizon) and though some future fear may strut brave darkness as you approach, the thing itself will be but a speck when seen from beyond. Oh that He would restore us often with that 'aspect from beyond,' to see a thing as He sees it, to remember that He dealeth with us as with sons." — Jim Elliot
i am the last autumn leaf, holding on by a thread to the vine. the green is all drained out of me, i am dried up and waiting for the end of life as i know it. yet, the cold winds have painted beauty on this husk — vivid color that belies the inner pain, and leads to wonder in the eyes of passers by. i cannot see it, a leaf is blind. still, i let go, trusting that the season of this dying will have an end, and spring will come again.
“I do not believe that sheer suffering teaches. If suffering alone taught, all the world would be wise, since everyone suffers. To suffering must be added mourning, understanding, patience, love, openness, and the willingness to remain vulnerable.” ― Anne Morrow Lindbergh, Gift from the Sea
once upon a time, a young lizard decided to experience life on the other side of the door. he was lithe and brown, with a racing stripe down his back and the arrogance of all young things. he made it past the threshold and onto the rug in the middle of the floor, before he was spotted by the old (but still beautiful) woman who lived in the house. being fond of lizards, (but not of the bugs they eat) she resolved to help him escape. he decided to hide under the bookshelf (the dust alone would have smothered him) but at the last minute he leapt onto a basket of dog toys, opting to perch on a stuffed tiger. it was a wise decision, for the old (but still beautiful) mistress of the house carried the basket of toys out to the garden, where she proceeded to snap photos for her blog. and so the young lizard, having learned nothing from his experience except that he looked exceptionally well next to striped velour, lived, if not happily ever after, at least long enough to say, along with jim morrison, "i am the lizard king. i can do anything."