Monday, February 28, 2011
Sunday, February 27, 2011
Saturday, February 26, 2011
"Secrets are like vampires. A wise friend of mine once said this. They suck the life out of you, but they can only survive in the darkness. Once they're exposed to the light, there's a moment of horror, of recognition, but then poof —they lose their power over you." Jeannette Walls
Friday, February 25, 2011
Saturday, February 19, 2011
Friday, February 18, 2011
The Roadrunner and I played hide 'n seek
Around the bush, as I crept left, he hopped right.
As I sneaked right, he dashed left.
Hidden from my camera, so he thought,
He took time out for a second too long.
And Click. Believe it or not, he's there.
Nature had her way.
"Cause I'm a road runner baby
I'm a road runner baby
Can't stay in one place too long
I'm a road runner baby
One look at me and I'll be gone."
from "I'm a Road Runner" by Dozier, Holland, and Holland
Thursday, February 17, 2011
Saturday, February 12, 2011
"Before I built a wall I'd ask to know
What I was walling in or walling out,
And to whom I was like to give offence.
Something there is that doesn't love a wall,
That wants it down."
from "Mending Wall," Robert Frost (1874-1963), published 1914
Thursday, February 10, 2011
Carson New Mexico
“Finally, we should remind ourselves daily who we are. We are already perfect in God’s eyes. We are already God’s beloved sons and daughters (Rom. 8:16). We are already sinless (1 John 3:9). We are already heirs with Jesus of the Kingdom (Rom. 8:17). Our essence is Love (1 John 4: 7-8). We are already saved (1 John 2:2). We are already immortal (1 Cor. 15:54). The spiritual path is not designed to “get” any of these things for us; in truth, we do not now lack any of them. It is merely to help us gradually become conscious of who we already are, and to make ourselves more perfect vehicles for the manifestation of the Love of God on Earth.” From Putting on the Mind of Christ, p. 301 (Jim Marion, Hampton Roads Publishing Company, Inc., 2000)
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
Monday, February 7, 2011
Thursday, February 3, 2011
I guess I’m just getting old. At times that seem unpredictable, my mind latches onto something from my past, like a song lyric. For many years I’ve honestly claimed that the reason I didn’t ask my students to memorize lines of poetry is that I can’t memorize. The few exceptions are things I remember from childhood games, or religious creeds I learned 40 years ago, or parts of songs that get stuck in my head—and as we all know, sometimes ruin our day when they are tunes and lyrics that we recall not liking to begin with. Let me not dredge one of those up to be with me for the rest of this day. Last night, awake for a short time, a song that I remember from our backyard game of harmonizing, latched onto my brain. Groggy with sleep, I thought, I want to remember this in the morning. And so I have. You sing the melody to this song that sometimes entertained the innocents on the school bus. I’ll take the harmony.
Tell me why the stars do shine;
Tell me why the ivy twines.
Tell me why the ocean's blue;
And I will tell you just why I love you.
Because He made the stars to shine;
Because He made the ivy twine;
Because He made the ocean blue;
Because He made you,
That's why I love you!
And so it is.