Best news tonight? My camera is coming home!

May 20th, 2015

I started to wonder as I’d not seen that the camera was moving back toward me after I shipped it off to CA to be repaired, and I treasure the D70 from Nikon. Now I’ll be able to take photos again! I’ve not mastered an easy way to share them, but I was gaining on the method when the camera went belly up.

Linda I’m amazed that you have a wedding announcement from so long ago, but can you scan and send me an electronic copy? It won’t be enough but it will be evidence maybe.

Let’s see quilted four blocks of the Breath of God quilt, put together the four patches for Kate’s quilt, and cut an inner border, walked my two miles and that was my day. I did start on the reading and questions exercises from the Bible Study. The first reading is from Genesis 1, “In the beginning…” The focus is on Living Waters.

As for now, this photo of a gathering storm seems fitting after listening to the news this evening.

Gathering Storm

Write about someone

May 19th, 2015

Let’s see, who have I talked to today? A bridge partner texted me. I called a bridge partner about using puppet stayman over 1nt. I got a video of the cutest little butterfly ever, the youngest grandchild loves her dance class. Mostly, I’ve been sewing and putzing around the house. I’ve been looking around for the paper I took notes on when I called the passport agency trying to figure how to prove I got married years ago in Tegucigalpa Honduras. One number I was given was for the Honduran Consulate in New Orleans, and I think a number for the embassy in Honduras. I have no idea where that piece of paper got off to. I figured I’d make the calls later, and it’s now later, and I’m not sure where all my numbers are. I can see the paper, but some cleaning has happened, and i’m not sure that the paper with the notes is still among us. I called the passport office because they might be able to find the passport where my marriage was entered lo these 40 some years ago.

Here’s a photo from the Arkansas River running through Tulsa, apropos of nothing. From the years when I was running back and forth to visit Mother.

I’ve continued re reading Meditations on the Tarot, which is not what you would think, most likely. Started the letter on the card Temperance. The letters are addressed to Unknown Friend, and I am most pleased to be addressed thus. I’ll never have the spiritual chops of Prof Tomberg, but his lucid writing about “the places you can go,” spiritually is an invitation.

No news. A quilt top coming together is not much news at all! Hope you’re life had some people wander through today! Mine really didn’t.

Why am I thinking about a pillar of salt?

May 18th, 2015

Lots wife has been located?

Lot's wife has been located?

Turn off the radio, listen to the hum of the ceiling fan. I can’t say my mind has been at peace, but one of my daughters and I could agree on something Saturday, when the discussion at my Mother’s Day meal turned a bit too hotly political. We both agreed that we are happier when we don’t listen much to the political background noise! Mind you we both listen to different noise. But we’re both better off without it.
What has been floating around in the back of my mind today? It started with my daily Bible reading. Thanks Gail for pointing out Scott Hayashi’s Facebook page. I’ve been reading the daily readings. The Archbishop don’t seem to see the same things in the lectionary, but a beauty of reading the word is that it resonates differently in different times of your own life, and how much more so in different lives altogether. Today’s readings were from Ps 89, Ezekiel 4:1-17, Hebrews 6:1-12, and Luke9:57-62. By the time I finished with Luke 9:62, I was sure the message to me was about sticking to it! Jesus said to him, “No one who puts his hand to the plow and looks back is fit for the kingdom of God.” Luke 9:62. Much of the theme of the readings was about how Israel and we ourselves think it’s all to our own credit when things are going well. Then we get SHOCKED when a bit of divine discipline comes into play. Poor Ezekiel was to stage a little theater to show Judea what was coming to Jerusalem.
You see, I’m in the middle of two possible bible study works, and I know I’ll get discouraged and want to go back to more quilting! The one that I’ve been trying to instigate at church is maybe getting a little closer to coming to fruition, though not in the form I’d hoped. But we’ve found a study, and will approach the only SS class with a suggestion for a hiatus in our bible study for some “once over lightly,” bible study. In the Hebrews passage above, there is a reference to giving milk to the youngsters in the failth. I guess it’s possible that we have some youngsters even if the average age of our congregation must be in the seventies! Anyway, the Spirit moved me. I pray He will help me keep my shoulder to the plow for a series of nine lessons. If I can be brazen (and busy) enough I’ll give some homework to read and answer questions in the style of BSF so the discussion can be richer.
Today’s walk was foreshortened by tummy troubles in the night. I just didn’t think I could get out and walk two miles, so I walked maybe a half mile with the pup. By lunch time my physical issues had passed, but I did need to get some of the sleep I lost getting up and down many times in the night. Got bills paid and am moving along on the quilt top I promised to Kate and Chris for their wedding. I wonder if Molly, my neice would like a quilt for her HS graduation?? Goth I’m thinking from her photos! The blessing of this day is that I could mostly just stay home and let my mind roll where it would.

This is the day that the Lord has made….

May 11th, 2015

And my rejoicing included walking a couple of miles, getting cleaned up and out to do errands, after a nap, quilting three more squares on my quilt, making another block for the Mardi Gras quilt, and mostly just enjoying a day.

So what brought me to this day? Where was I some years back. I bought new journalling notebooks today, so thought I’d look back. That is an activity that usually brings on some cringing!

Journal front says “winter 2003″

The last page is a bunch of math… the integral from -pi/3 to pi/3 of the difference of two radius expressions of curves in polar coordinates. I don’t follow all the work, though it’s done in a lot of detail, but I end up with an answer of pi, which is truly a textbook sort of answer to this sort of problem.

April 3… I was lamenting the wasted week. I note a board meeting in passing. Must be the bridge club. I was writing a lot of daily affirmation type stuff. I didn’t believe it then, but I guess the effort to convince myself had some merit. “I deserve to …. ” How goofy is that? I don’t deserve love or affection or any such. I may love, but I cannot claim to deserve love in return. I have some issues with trusting people who show some affection but what else can you expect? Many there are who turned and left me when I needed a bit of support. So I learned to comfort myself and expect little. So in 2003 I was working on telling myself that I would never be treated well, so the best I could do was to treat myself like a “precious object.” Now, I’d say a child of God. I gave my anxious offspring a copy of Desiderata the other day, hoping to point her to something to read when she finds herself going into an attack of anxiety. “Wishing my life away is not going to find the happiness I deserve–now that is silly. Happiness I make. Love I deserve.”

I am very much more content now. I don’t spend a lot of time wanting what I cannot have. Twelve years ago, I was obsessed with someone who could never care for me. Not a good place to be. I’m a stuck type. I get stuck somewhere and find moving away from the stuckness all but impossible.

So I keep friends, keep reading and thinking and hoping…. for now, the dog has come in twice to try to herd me toward the bed. She’s ready for us to settle in.

Inquiring minds?

April 26th, 2015

So where has D been of late? It’s been another staycation. Friend from Winfield music festival came to visit, Pam T, with her daughter Sarah, and s i l Jason. We managed to find a few good places to eat, take a jazz cruise on the river, and cruise Frenchman Street and the bar scene there. The music outdoors was my favorite, as it’s too loud for me in the small inside venues. Just causes tinnitus. Age I suspect.

Every year on Pentecost Sunday the worship committee makes up stars with names of different gifts of the Spirit. I have them posted on my wall as a reminder. Courage. Wisdom. Fine gifts. Last Monday I screwed up my courage and went to display my courage by attending a Session meeting to propose a program for the church. Oddly enough, the session meeting had been cancelled and I met with the pastor and one, and got some encouragement to go on with such a plan. So today I buttonholed the elder who has part the portfolio of Christian Ed, and proposed that we get some sort of a program going. Another woman nearby had a book she thought would make a great study, so at least things are moving on that front. Next weekend I’ll be at a retreat for quilting, but I plan to wrap that up early so I can come home and get to church. Something is afoot…attendance seems to be up, so there may be more gifts of the spirit.

I recall thinking that my camera had taken quite a few licks and survived. But at a plantation tour, I looked down and discovered the LCD was broken. It’s not strictly needed to take a picture, but the feedback is lacking and settings are difficult without it. So Nikon gets a camera to repair. 10 years, second trip to the shop. But I just need to print the information and shipping labels, pack it up and get it mended. So unless it costs more than an new camera, I am pleased.

Blessings from the end of a firehose!

April 21st, 2015

As we discussed our responses to the BSF questions this today, and as I reviewed the readings this morning, I noticed how much this last week I was expressing gratitude.

Then I log in here and find comments from Gail and Julie, which is wonderful… as Gail notes, most tiny personal blogs have melted away into the much more commercial type of stuff…. I long to play with the camera and maybe try to craft an sonnet a day, but alas, it requires dedicated time. Today, BSF, and finishing up to the pin basting of a quilt I hope to finish at a quilt retreat next weekend. Yesterday, Carlo came over from New Orleans, and we had a nice visit before he went back to gather the grandgirls. Spoke with him this evening, and he is in Houston with the little ones (who will visit their auntie for a couple of days.) Yesterday evening I screwed up my courage and went to a session meeting which had been cancelled so I visited with the pastor and the one elder who showed up, and they didn’t seem to think I was nuts to want to do some sort of VBS for grown ups, or initiate a Bible study. This will be a huge commitment if I get ‘er done. Sunday was church and then the bridge team game in Lacombe (which is not how you do your Sabbath honoring thing.) The point here is that for a lazy old gal, I stay incredibly busy.

Bread, Gail, bread. I bake every day a small portion (except Sunday… I bake double on Saturday.) The New Artisan Bread in Five Minutes a Day: The discovery…. A gift from Sara S. Way wonderful. I get up, and form a small loaf, fold clothes, get the kitchen going and bake the loaf, and get out and walk. It really has worked for me.

Tomorrow, I get to share some of the things I love about New Orleans, and I’ll need to get the camera loaded with battery and memory card, because this is going to be fun.

My “Breath of God” quilt will be waiting for me to decide what I want to stitch on it to hold it together. By Thursday, I’ll be back into the busy part of the week. What’s up with this retirement stuff. No boring life here!

Life is still good, change is hard, and God is still faithful.

Truth? Beauty?

April 15th, 2015

Moses in the closing chapters of Deuteronomy offers the choice. Life and good, or death and evil. Keep my Law and circumsize your heart. (Circumscribe?) Julie is seeing some of the same connections to Moses’ exhorting the Israelites to choose God and live, and not the little g gods that we construct of wood or woodenheaded thinking.

Do you recall as I do sitting in class reading about the Greeks and Athenian culture, thunderstruck. They lived so long ago and were thinking about the same questions of meaning of life as I inarticulately nursed. But somehow I got the intuitive flash of a unified TRUTH, which had lots of directions from which we can approach it, but we’re still looking at little pieces of the same big thing. What I had no idea of is what Gagdad is on about today. We can believe that there is a truth to be found and continue always in the quest to conform ourselves and our lives to that truth, or we can look the other direction, and make up sh*t about how there is no truth, and we all make up our own meaning. So instead of conforming our lives to the true and the beautiful, we buy the LIE, and choose death. If there’s an ever growing spiral of spiritual ascent, there’s a complementary death spiral where those teachers in Atlanta live who couldn’t admit their role in the cheating scandal, now get to cool their heels in the hoosegow. More deserved jail time I cannot imagine. Teach the lie.

The curses Moses enumerated for the people who cease to live in the covenant relationship God offered, are the curses available through all time… God doesn’t live in time, and so his perspective includes the horrors described as curses, and later in biblical history (HIS story.) And in the fractured fractal at the intersection of time and eternity, we still consume our children in the siege. We lie with our brothers get caught up in the whirlwind, a world of no meaning. If it feels good…

Or, as Job’s wife advised… curse God and die.

Blessings of the day

March 27th, 2015

So many blessings, so easily forgotten, or unnoticed.
1). My daily bread.
fresh bread
2). My friend S— who gave me a copy of the book on artisan breads.
3). My many friends who touch my daily life. A few? C— the walking buddy, D— who gets me to BSF. That’s just so far today.
4). My Heavenly Father, the triune God of my fathers.
5). The commenters on Gagdad’s blog who point out some sights on the road. Currently
6). This book

And I’ve fought posting from an iPad long enough. I’ll go taste the daily bread, insert the photo, and do some quilting, shopping, and baking for bridge tonight.

High Water

March 25th, 2015

Da Bob is singing my song today. Inspiration (the inbreathing of the spirit or breath of God?) and Creativity. Bob’s dancing in one of my “experienced” God moments.

No great creative here, but just as I feel the positive forces around me when I get out and exercise these old limbs, I have the same sort of experience of making quilt blocks, cleaning out bins of fabric scraps, trying to find a photo and maybe editing it a bit… nothing too creative, but always an attempt to capture the Spirit that blows past. A friend gave me the book on making Artisan bread in five minutes a day. I’m loving it! I’d take a picture and show you my mini loaf of du jour, but alas it’s cooled, I was hungry, and the inner big bad wolf took over. Eye candy, but it works internally as well! Anyway, I’m taking daily bread to a whole new level!

And in the ebb and flow of the seasons, the calendar turned to spring, and so did the weather. Rain and higher temps. Rain and more rain. One flood warning gets past and the rains come again.

High Water

Pre spring on the swamp. Went over to Crawford’s landing to walk the other day, and the water is about as high as I’ve ever seen it. I’m wondering if the guys at the Corps of Engineers are getting antsy about opening flood gates on the Mississippi. It’s high too.

And so is the creative flow through my little existence. I’m reading more, and loving it. Wanting to write, join a photography club and learn more, but…. alas, I overextend easily. So.. off to fix the passenger side rear view mirror. Door jamb on the garage jumped out and hit it HARD. TWICE! Needed body work. It’s been done for a while, better go get the piece and snap it back on.

Looks to be a good day. Go read Gagdad.

My Idol

March 23rd, 2015

March Blueberries

I started the morning working on bread baking and catching up on my Bible study. Not caught up yet, but I’m going to get pretty close. Moses had the men who had taken foreign wives and started worshiping Baal hung. Aaron’s grandson chased some down and ran them through. Sin is to be taken seriously!

The photo was taken as I was about to head out into a “passtime” which can overcome it’s proper bounds and become a serious idol in my life. I’m doing better at keeping it in proportion, but perhaps it needs to be run through and run out of my life. Do I love my bridge game so much that I cannot use it to witness? I’d hoped to be a “kinder, gentler” player and did pretty well at that. But actual witness, I may never do. “Serve the Lord, and when necessary use words.” Will I ever see a necessity? Meanwhile I’ve got to whack a passtime back, prune its piece of my days and ways.

The bread will be out in 20 minutes and I will need to have my walking shoes on and be ready to roll. Carolyn is too patient with me and the ways I can procrastinate. Need to call the vet as well. Tootie may have an abcess that needs to be dealt with. In any case she needs some shots. Into the day. Grab yourself some of the blessings herein.