Friday, October 14, 2011

Friday Five: Scattered!

Revkjarla brings today's Friday Five for RevGalBlogPals:

So, I don't know about you, but I have had quite the scattered week. Sometimes, life is that way, right?

In the spirit of Scattered-ness, I offer you a scattery kind of Friday Five:

1. I lose my keys all of the time. Even if they are in my hand, I still am looking for them. Sigh!
What is something you chronically looking for, if anything?

My reading glasses! I have multiple pairs that I misplace. In contrast, my husband has three pairs--always kept in the same places, so he knows where they are. I cannot seem to do that.

Just a few days ago, I could not find my copy of Tattoos on the Heart, the book the Wisdom Class reading group is discussing every Tuesday morning. That's my well-read and highlighted copy, so I had to go on Tuesday to lead the discussion, without having re-read the chapter at all or having a book of my own. Then a few days later, I found the book on the chest by the front door in obvious sight, but that was one place I never looked when I was rushing around trying to find the book!

2. What movie are you looking forward to watching sometime in the future? (me, the new Footloose!)

I never saw "The Debt" in theaters, so I hope to rent that--plus, the last Harry Potter movie.

3. What is one of your favorite comfort foods? (me, pizza. hands down).

Chocolate!

4. Story time. Tell us a story of one your favorite people that has touched, blessed your life.

Too many people come to mind! I feel blessed that I am going to Russia in two weeks with some of my favorite people who meet with me in a weekly Renovare Spiritual Formation Group. Several are introverts like me, and I need to feel connected with them as many in the larger Methodist group are extroverts.

5. What do you do to focus or calm or center yourself? (please, I need ideas!!!)

Breath prayers, such as "All shall be well, all shall be well, all manner of things shall be well," help me to center myself, which actually occurred a few weeks ago when I ineptly gave myself my first Humira self-injection (for my RA).

The consistent practice of sitting in silence/meditation. If I can accept and remember that 1-2 minutes is enough, I manage to sit twice a day. And it would be possible to center for a few minutes throughout the day, if I would only remember.

BONUS: Share the first thing (or second thing) that comes to your mind after your read this!

I love the word "scattery" as used above, which reminds me of "cattery," which is a local haven for homeless cats. I think of "skittery" and "scattery" as the sound of a claws of dog or cat slipping and bounding on a slippery floor--an image that I can identify with when I pulled in too many directions and don't know where to go!

Also, the image of too many books comes to mind--stacks abound at my house.

Thursday, October 13, 2011

Love the Questions


... have patience with everything unresolved in your heart
and to try to love the questions themselves
as if they were locked rooms or books written
in a very foreign language.
Don't search for the answers,
which could not be given to you now,
because you would not be able to live them.
And the point is, to live everything.
Live the questions now.
~ Rainer Maria Rilke ~


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Wednesday, October 12, 2011

This stays in my mind

I keep pondering the truth in this paragraph:

"Your path is unique and your experiences of the Divine, of the Self and of the light and shadow, will be just as they need to be for you. Who can say why the Divine chooses to reveal herself in one form to one person and in a different form to another? What is important is that we respect and honor all different forms, religions, and spiritual traditions through which the Divine manifests. We can recognize the unity of God's Love and Presence in all of them. For me they are gifts of God's power of Self-revelation, the Holy Spirit, the divine Kundalini Shakti. She creates so many paths, bridges, techniques, insights, and perceptions in her relentless pursuit of revealing God to humanity. It's all party of her play of revealing God to God. Who wants to waste their breath arguing about whether the Divine should be called Brahman, Allah, Yahweh, the Void or Consciousness? Let's leave that to those who thrive on divisiveness. For Lovers of God all that is important is how to fully give our hearts and our hands in service of the Lord. How can we align ourselves with the wiff of the Divine to manifest love and compassion in each moment? Ask yourself how can I do that in relation to my wife, my children, my co-workers, my environment and all others?" (233)

Edwards, Lawrence. The Soul's Journey: Guidance from the Divine Within. San Jose: Writer's Showcase, 2000.

Tuesday, October 11, 2011

Prayers for Egypt

Egypt

Acquire visionary eyes that peer

into the heart of other cultures

and see with beauty’s grace

our interconnectedness with all.

We are asking,

May

Visionaries

flourish on earth.



Ten years ago, when the world was shocked by the tragic events of 9/11, Nan Merrill reacted to the shattering news with a spontaneous outpouring of prayer for all, every country in the world. Her prayers eventually became a book and in collaboration with Barbara Taylor, a photograph for each country was added and Peace Planet: Light for Our World was launched. Self-published by Friends of Silence and with no promotion other than word-of-mouth, Peace Planet is now in its third printing. Copies are still available from Friends of Silence in West Virginia for $15.90 each, with discounts for multiple copies. If you prefer to pay by mail, send order with check or money order to Friends of Silence, 186 Tupelo Road, Harpers Ferry, WV 25425

Friday, October 7, 2011

WHEW!


Whew! I just spent over an hour filling out an on-line Visa application for Russia! It seemed very complicated and detailed. I called a Methodist minister in Austin three times for advice on questions.

I guess this is a good introduction to my next amazing trip: I am going on a mission trip to Russia with friends and clergy from the United Methodist Church! Many of the friends are members of the weekly Renovare Spiritual Formation Group that meets at my house every Friday morning. This is an interesting and beloved group of women.

We are going to visit Moscow, Vologda, and Saint Petersburg. The first and third locales are where we will visit sites and the mid-location is where we will meet with Russian Methodist clergy and talk with them about spiritual matters.

We will be gone for the first 12 days in November.

I am eagerly looking forward to this opportunity, especially because my new medication, the self-injected Humira, seems to be alleviating my RA symptoms. I am really glad that I seem to be having more energy and less pain.

Friday Five: The Things We Do for Love


Songbird brings today's Friday Five for RevGalBlogPals:

And although love looks different depending on how we best express it, there are definitely things we do for love. So for today's Friday Five, please share the following five things:

1) Something you did for love that was a hit
CB and I went to Seattle for our good friend Dennis' surgery when he had half his liver removed due to cancer. Going blessed our friendship on both sides.

2) Something you did for love that was more of a miss
When my second child AE was an angry adolescent, I insisted upon baking her a birthday cake from scratch every year, because that's what I always did for each of my children. She did not want to observe/celebrate her birthday at all, so I did not give her her wish. I don't think I realized the full extent of her resentment about this until this year when we spoke of birthdays.

I hope that she can see now the love I tried to show her back then by doing this. I am sad that I did not honor her as she wished; I am not sure if I could give that up even now as I love birthdays!

3) Something someone did for love of you
My children and husband surprised me on both my 50th and 60th birthdays by showing up when and where I least expected!

For my 50th, I was in San Antonio taking an evening class at Oblate School of Theology. Daughter AE took me out to dinner before it at La Madeleine's, and suddenly all my children were there! DC drove there from College Station where he was a student at A &M, and husband CB got BJ and MJ out of school early to get them to San Antonio in time. Also, because CB bakes me a cheesecake every year, he'd ordered one to be served at La Madeleine's.

For my 60th, I wanted to have dinner at the Eastside Cafe in Austin, one of my favorite restaurants. I was blown away by daughters AE and KA arriving from Seattle just for 24 hours to be with me! (Their dad planned it all.)

4) Something you *wish* someone would do for love of you
I wish all my children would occasionally send me cards or write notes that they send by U. S. mail. (AE does this already!)

5) Something you've done for love of God
I hope God continues to grow me into doing more and more activities for/through God's love.

Tuesday, October 4, 2011

Let It Go

let it go - the
smashed word broken
open vow or
the oath cracked length
wise - let it go it
was sworn to
go

let them go - the
truthful liars and
the false fair friends
and the boths and
neithers - you must let them go they
were born
to go

let all go - the
big small middling
tall bigger really
the biggest and all
things - let all go
dear

so comes love


~ e. e. cummings ~
(Complete Poems 1904-1962)

Sunday, October 2, 2011

Write a letter, a note, a postcard!!

Since new meds are helping my hands feel better (from RA symptoms), so that I can again write notes with a pen, I am newly aware of the demise in letter-writing. I don't write like I used to, but recently I sent out postcards to a few friends. Mail that is personal is such a surprise to find in one's mailbox.

So I went to look at a site I visit infrequently Letter Writers' Alliance, which sent me on to Write a Letter.org, which directed me to the following article by Adam Schwartz, which was posted on April 26, 2010.


For thousands of years, letter writing has been the primary form of human communication. Now, with e-mail and text messaging, mailed correspondence is becoming as obsolete as film and LPs.

Just as those old technologies have their fans, though, a quiet subculture of people is keeping alive the art of writing letters the old-fashioned way. This group includes not only people who grew up before computers gained prominence, but also the under-30 set—and they’re invigorating the practice with pen-pal clubs, hip stationery, and letter-writing groups. Those of us who have been seduced by the speed and convenience of instant communication are missing out on one of life’s pleasures, they claim.

Loves Lotsa Mail

Letter writers find like-minded souls through the Letter Exchange, which publishes a print bulletin three times a year for its 400 members who are looking for pen-pals. According to Lonna Riedinger, co-director of the operation, members’ ages range from 20 to 80, with most in the 40- to 70-year-old range. They don’t accept listings from the lovelorn or from prison inmates, but only from regular citizens who simply enjoy writing and receiving letters.

Members can submit a listing in a variety of categories including genealogy, health and wellness, philosophy, and daily life. This appeared under the “Potluck” category:

“Midwest pen pal gal loves lotsa mail! Likes 60s music, old diners, postcards and recipes. Write today!”

That Belongs In A Letter

Because receiving a personal letter is so rare these days, it can feel like a gift. Handwritten letters are especially prized.

“If you write me a letter by hand, I know in a way that cannot be faked, that you put more effort into it,” says Margaret Shepherd, author of The Art of the Personal Letter: A Guide to Connecting Through the Written Word. E-mail may be great for routine tasks, she says, but not for special occasions like thank-you notes: “For anything special, it’s nothing special.”

Shepherd is no Luddite. She routinely sends text messages to her grown daughters. It’s the letters she’s received from them, however, that hold a special place in her heart. She fondly recalls one:

‘Mom, the last three weeks have been really hard for me. You’ve been a big help.’ Now, that really belongs in a letter. I’ve still got those letters.”

Hope For The Penmanship-Challenged

For those who are afraid to write letters because of bad handwriting, Shepherd has good news. “You’re more critical of your handwriting than anyone else will be. You’ll find that most people feel, when they receive your handwriting, that’s it’s still infinitely better than e-mail. I think even the worst handwriting has more going for it than the best e-mail.” Handwriting preserves the personality of the hand that wrote it. “When I see your handwriting, I know it’s you.”

But what if your handwriting is truly illegible? Is there any hope for improvement? “Absolutely,” says historian and professor Bruce C. Smith. Smith claims to have taught thousands of children and adults alike develop beautiful cursive and print handwriting using a method that he’s called Smith Hand. It’s an improvement over the Palmer and D’Nealian Methods, he says. Clear handwriting is easy, as long as you don’t write way you were taught in school.

“The biggest problem that comes from the traditional methods is writing large, circular letters. You have to extend your fingertips away from your palm in order to make these larger, awkward letters. If you keep your fingers up close to your palm, and write narrow—up and down—you’ll find that you can write much more rapidly, much more easily, and your hand doesn’t tire out. You can do a much better job.”

Overcoming The ‘Block’

Even if you’ve improved your handwriting, there’s always the fear of “writer’s block.” In The Art of the Personal Letter, Margaret Shepherd offers rules of thumb on how to write all sorts of letters, from letters of advice to letters of apology to break-up letters. Her rule of thumb for writing a love letter?

“Talk about us, then talk about you, and only then, talk about me.”

No Wi-Fi Required

Young people are writing letters for a different sort of experience they get from electronic media. Twenty-eight year old graphic designer Kathy Zadrozny of Chicago uses Twitter to keep up on what’s going in the stationery field, but she’s also a frequent letter writer. Her goal? To “resurrect the art and elegance of letter writing.”

Zadrozny co-founded 16 Sparrows, an Internet stationery store that sells her line of quirky paper products. (The store’s motto: “Where sarcasm is folded in half.”) She also co-runs the Letter Writers Alliance, which offers its members a pen pal swap and such retro letter-writing products as vintage, uncancelled postage stamps.

“We really need to continue having letter writing in our society. It is an integral part of how we communicate,” Zadrozny says. “Just because technology is coming to a point where everything is instant doesn’t mean that we can’t allow the slower things to run parallel to that.”

Zadrozny calls herself a “vintage enthusiast,” but says others don’t have to be retro to get into the letter writing habit.

“There are definitely a lot of people I know of who are very into technology, who just like letter writing because it’s taking break away from their everyday. It’s almost like a little bit of a vacation for them to sit down with a pen and paper.”

Those who feel they don’t have enough time to write letters, says Zadrozny, need to rethink the way they see letter writing. Letter writing can be done anywhere, anytime—no Wi-Fi necessary. “You can write a letter on a bus, or while waiting in line. It’s a good use of your time. And whenever you see mailbox you can just mail it off.”

The Letter Writing Club

Letter writers in Vancouver, British Columbia, have the option of writing in a group with other like-minded folk. The Regional Assembly of Text, a hip stationery boutique in that city, holds a letter-writing session it informally calls “the Letter Writing Club” on the first Thursday evening of every month.

For about three hours the store is closed to customers while the letter writers take over. The store owners set up twelve manual, portable typewriters. They make tea and cookies. The sessions attract some 25 to 30 people, ranging in age from 10 years old to over 60, with most in their late 20s to mid-30s.

The store’s co-owner Rebecca Dolen says they began the sessions to encourage people to write letters. “I think that it’s such a wonderful thing to receive a letter in the mail. We thought if we gave people the opportunity and the motivation to do it, maybe we would get more letters out there.” Participants appreciate the opportunity to write in a group. “We get a lot of thank-yous,” says Dolen.

A Typewriter Renaissance

“People really enjoy using the typewriters. We get a lot of comments about the difference between writing a letter and sending and an e-mail. Most people have a lot of fun.”

Dolen believes that letter writing makes for better thinking.

“When you’re sitting down to compose a letter,” she says, “you really have to think about what you’re going to say, formulate your sentences before you start writing. There’s no delete key. There’s no going back and fixing mistakes, which keeps it sincere and lovely.”

Speed Is Relative

Even if you’ve improved your handwriting, overcome your writer’s block, and found time to write, there’s still the problem of all those days and weeks it takes to get a reply to your letter. But is ‘snail mail’ really so sluggish? Or have we just become impatient?

“Ninety-six percent of local mail gets there overnight,” says Norman Scherstrom, a spokesman for the United States Postal Service. The average length of a cross-country mail delivery isn’t too shabby either: three days.

Perhaps it comes down to one’s attitude. To people who are accustomed to the speed and ease of instant electronic communications, waiting weeks for a reply is intolerable. Letter writers, on the other hand, relish the days or weeks that take place between mailing a letter and getting a reply. The delay creates one of the joys of mailed correspondence: anticipation.

Writing Slow Makes The Mind Quick

Scherstrom, a former schoolteacher, shares Rebecca Dolen’s opinion about letter writing’s ability to train the mind. “Speaking makes a quick mind, reading makes a full mind, and writing makes a precise mind,” he says. “The act of writing—narrowing your thoughts and double-checking them and getting them to say exactly what you want—is a wonderful intellectual exercise, and letter writing promotes that.”

“I’m afraid that some of these modern forms of communication—whether it’s quick e-mails or Twitters—really don’t improve the precision of the mind. I fancy them more like speaking. They might help to make the mind a little quicker, but they will not improve its precision.”

So write a letter, stick a stamp on it, and drop it in a mailbox—if you can find one. You know those blue collection boxes that used to be on about every third street corner? Because of the overall reduced use of the U.S. Mail, last year the Postal Service removed 2,400 of them.

~~~~~~~~

A postcard is quick!

Saturday, October 1, 2011

Give me your hand


God speaks to each of us as he makes us,
then walks with us silently out of the night.

These are words we dimly hear:

You, sent out beyond your recall,
go to the limits of your longing.
Embody me.

Flare up like flame
and make big shadows I can move in.

Let everything happen to you: beauty and terror.
Just keep going. No feeling is final.
Don't let yourself lose me.

Nearby is the country they call life.
You will know it by its seriousness.

Give me your hand.

~ Rainer Maria Rilke ~


(Rilke’s Book of Hours: Love Poems to God,
translated by Anita Barrows and Joanna Macy)

Friday, September 30, 2011

Friday Five: Home Sweet Home

Songbird brings today's Friday Five to RevGalBlogPals:

I've got home on my mind: what it feels like, how we make it, what we carry from the past and how we separate other people's leftovers from objects that really reflect our identity. My family has had one home for the past 13 years, the longest I've ever lived anywhere. As the time when all the children are gone comes closer, I wonder where my next home will be?

So here are five questions about home.

1. Where was your first home?
My father was in the Marine Corps, so we moved every few years. We mostly lived in base housing.

The first home that I vaguely remember was in Lubbock, TX, when I was 2 and 3 years old. Maybe that's what I think of because my parents liked to tell me the story about when we came back from visiting my father's relatives, I went around touching each piece of furniture, saying "nice table"; "nice couch," and so on.

In a way, my first home was the only house my parents ever bought--in Bellingham, WA. We moved into it when I was in 11th grade, and my dad had retired from the military. Until I lived in Corpus Christi, TX for a much longer time, that house meant "HOME" to me. We took our children back there for vacations each summer.

2. Do you ever dream about places you used to live?
I think of the many places I once lived, especially on the Yokosuka Naval Base in Japan.

3. If you could bring back one person from your past to sit at your dinner table, who would you choose?
My mother--how I would like to talk with her again! (She died in 1992.) And I would love her to be able to converse with my adult children and see her great-granddaughter Avery.

4. What's your favorite room in your current living space?
I like to read and meditate in the front living room, which is quieter than other parts of the house, especially when my husband watches tv.

5. Is there an object or an item where you live now that represents home? If not, can you think of one from your childhood?
Probably our dogs. . . .and all my books and pictures.

Sunday, September 25, 2011

Smiles


"I will never understand all the good
that a simple smile can accomplish."

~~Mother Teresa

I was brought up by a mother who constantly told me to put a "pleasant expression" on my face. That admonition stays in my behavior to this day, as I smile often. In fact, my daughters have cautioned me not to smile so much when visiting foreign countries.

When I was at The Meadows for treatment of depression, my therapist repeatedly told me that I smiled "incongruently." Therapy and awareness have helped me try to match expressions to my moods.

But I must admit that I like to smile and feel better when I see other people smiling.


Thursday, September 22, 2011

Reality TV (my opinion)

Walking

Walking Blessing

That each step
may be a shedding.
That you will let yourself
become lost.
That when it looks
like you're going backwards
you may be making progress.
That progress is not the goal anyway,
but presence
to the feel of the path on your skin,
to the way it reshapes you
in each place it makes contact,
to the way you cannot see it
until the moment you have stepped out.

Jan L. Richardson, In Wisdom's Path: Discovering the Sacred in Every Season.

This was meant to be a description of a labyrinth walk, which is symbolic of our everyday day walks through life, especially our spiritual journeys.


Monday, September 19, 2011

Kindle Addiction

Lately, I have grown addicted to buying and reading books immediately on my Kindle. I read three mysteries since this weekend, which were about a former Amish police chief, with murders in an Amish community in Ohio. They were easy reads, but not ones I would heartily recommend, like the books by Louise Penny and Jacqueline Winspear.

While I was waiting at my rheumatologist's office today to be shown how to give myself the Humira injection, I was very glad I had my Kindle with me to read. I had been told to be there between 11 and 11:30, so of course, I was at the office by 11 o'clock. Having no appointment and only needing the nurse to show me how to do this self-injection, I falsely assumed it would be quick. After 55 minutes of waiting and reading, I finally asked the receptionist again about this event occurring. 15 minutes later, the nurse finally took me to an intake room and showed me how--in about 5 minutes. If I had not been so uneasy about giving myself a shot, I could have figured it out all by myself--but now that I know how, I'll be able to do this every other Monday.

So sometimes an "addiction" helps one--I was glad I had a book to read, even an electronic one!

Saturday, September 17, 2011

Marooned

At least, Corpus Christi is on the water! And being with a friend always helps.

Friday, September 16, 2011

Friday Five: Seeking What?

Today's Friday Five for RevGalBlogPals:

I was struck in our weekly Lectio Divina group by a few verses from Psalm 105:3-4:

. . . let the hearts of those who seek the Lord rejoice.
Seek the Lord and his strength;
seek his presence continually.

Seeking is rejoicing. Rejoicing comes from the seeking, NOT the end of glory, heaven, enlightenment, or whatever. Seeking is the journey--RIGHT NOW!

1. I am seeking deeper connection (perceived by me) with God.

2. I am seeking relief from the pain/symptoms of rheumatoid arthritis.

3. I am seeking more disciplined, scheduled attempts at cleaning out and getting rid of stuff.

4. I am seeking more intimate sharing with my children and husband, which I guess could plainly be called "communication."

5. I am seeking to serve more fully with greater awareness--where and when unknown.

Thursday, September 15, 2011

Thursday Thank You's

I believe what Meister Eckhart wrote: if the only prayer you ever say is "THANK YOU," that is enough! So here is a gratitude list of "thank you's" for today:
  • Avery's baptism this past Sunday with family and friends joining us for the celebration!
  • The thank you note I received from one of Avery's parents' friends, thanking us for inviting them to a luncheon, which they were even unable to attend! This reminds me of my long-time friend Nancy, who told me when we were teenagers that her mother sometimes said she needed to thank me for my thank you note! I have felt that way ever since I found this card in my mailbox!
  • The return of pain and swelling in my hands and wrists are reminding me that I am grateful that I am starting the next stage of RA medication on Monday, when I take my first shot of Humira. Every other week injections will be my life for awhile (forever?). I am also grateful that my insurance company will pay for these extremely expensive drugs--also the determining factor of my continued usage of Humira and other such medicines.
  • I am trying off-and-on to appreciate the inner turmoil I am experiencing about criticism and feeling-like-rejection from someone who used to live here. Intellectually, I can be removed, but within, I am hurt.
  • Mail--Not only that thank you note but notes from a friend visiting in Maine and from my oldest daughter AE in Seattle!

Wednesday, September 14, 2011

Look what I found!

While Avery was here this past weekend for her baptism, she had no bibs--until I found these ones that my mother had made for our youngest child, MJ. I was excited to find them and still smile when I see them, remembering my mother. I feel a joyous connection with her, thinking that in a way she was physically present with our grandbaby this weekend.

Avery on Saturday

Moon Language


With That Moon Language

Admit something:
Everyone you see, you say to them,
"Love me."
Of course you do not do this out loud;
Otherwise,
Someone would call the cops.
Still though, think about this,
This great pull in us to connect.
Why not become the one
Who lives with a full moon in each eye
That is always saying
With that sweet moon
Language
What every other eye in this world
Is dying to
Hear.

~Hafez

Tuesday, September 13, 2011

God Glop

"At some point all our 'gods' must make room for God. Bede Griffiths at the end of his life spoke of how unfortunate it is that we can't find another word for God, because that word is so loaded with all our conceptions. The case is often the same with all our 'God language' which comes out of our mouths sounding like so much undigested glop, quack-quack."

Consiglio, Cyprian. Prayer in the Cave of the Heart: The Universal Call to Contemplation. Collegeville, Minnesota: Liturgical Press, 2010. 65.

Monday, September 12, 2011

Avery's Baptism

Rev. Gloria Lear baptizing Avery Elizabeth yesterday.

Our granddaughter Avery was baptized yesterday by our dear friend Gloria Lear at First United Methodist Church in Corpus Christi, TX. Gloria also married Avery's parents in Austin five years ago.

Sunday, September 11, 2011

9/11

"Rowan Williams, the archbishop of Canterbury, was in New york City on the day of the terrorist attacks in 2001 and later wrote a book called Writing in the Dust, a reflection on his experience of that event. In the book he tells us that he read some of the messages sent by passengers on the planes to their spouses and families in the horrible last moments before they died, and he compared them to the spiritual advice that had apparently been given to the terrorists before they embarked on their mission, the kinds of thought they were told they should have in their minds as they approached the death they had chosen 'for themselves and for others.' Rowan Williams notes that 'something of the chill of the terrorist attacks of September 11, 2001 lies in the contrast.'

'The religious words are, in the cold light of day, the words that murderers are saying to themselves to make a martyr's drama out of a crime. The nonreligious words (of people sending desperate messages to their loved ones) are testimony to what religious language is supposed to be about--the triumph of pointless, gratuitous love, the affirming of faithfulness even when there is nothing to be done or salvaged.'"

Consiglio, Cyprian. Prayer in the Cave of the Heart: The Universal Call to Contemplation. Collegeville, Minnesota: Liturgical Press, 2010. 65.

Oddly, after a beautiful 9/11 service at First United Methodist Church and the heartwarming baptism of our granddaughter Avery, I fund myself starting to read again a book I had put aside a few months ago--and found the above quotation by Rowan Williams about 9/11/01, ten years ago today. It is very appropriate, as I have nothing of mine own to say about this anniversary.

Wednesday, September 7, 2011

I read them ALL!

Tonight I finished the seventh and final book in Louise Penny's mystery series about Armand Gamache. These were such good books! Each one was better than the last! Maybe in another year, Louise Penny will have written another one. . . or so I hope. Click here to see the books to read!

If you have a Kindle, you can easily download them. The first one Still Life only costs $2.99 to download! Then you'll be hooked! (My first two books in the series were library books, so look at your local library, too.) It is such fun to be immersed in another world for days. . . .

Now it is time to be back in the real world, since classes and more regular activities started this week after Labor Day. Maybe I will also get back into blogging and even visiting other blogs.

And what is happening around here:
  • My right hand is swelling more, while I am still waiting to get the prescription to start the new medication Humira for my RA.
  • This Sunday is our granddaughter Avery's baptism, and so family and friends will be arriving soon. Both sons will also be bringing their dogs, so we will have five dogs for the weekend.
  • Our Lectio Divina group began meeting today. We meditated upon Romans 14:7-9
We do not live to ourselves, and we do not die to ourselves. If we live, we live to the Lord, and if we die, we die to the Lord; so then, whether we live or whether we die, we are the Lord's.
  • Lectio Divina surprises me at what comes up--I was struck by the word "to." There is movement there, causing me to ponder what I am paying attention to, going to. With all this intensive reading behind me, it is time to be mindful! To what or whom am I focused upon?

Monday, September 5, 2011

New Mystery Author: Louise Penny!

I have not been blogging, because I have spent this entire Labor Day weekend reading Louise Penny mysteries! I got the first two at the public library (Still Life and Dead Cold) and was definitely hooked. Although I searched the library system, I could find no others and so I keep buying them for my Kindle!

I usually buy such good books, so I can loan them, but these could not be delayed--and so I keep reading them. I am finding that each successive book is better than the last, because the character development continues so splendidly.

These books take place in Quebec, usually in a small town called Three Pines, where recurring characters, including artists and a grumpy poetess, occur as murders keep cropping up in that locale. The main character is Chief Inspector Armand Gamache of the Surete de Quebec. He has kind, brown eyes and likes to quote poetry, while being very aware and accepting of others, always with authority.

These are newly favorite mysteries, reminding me of Jacqueline Winspear's series about Maisie Dobbs. The character development and attention to psychological/emotional responses of persons help to keep me intrigued.

Here is a chronological listing of Louise Perry's books in this series:
  1. Still Life
  2. A Fatal Grace
  3. The Cruelist Month
  4. A Rule Against Murder
  5. The Brutal Telling
  6. Bury Your Dead
  7. A Trick of the Light
Armand Gamache was told, sometime in the past, these words, which are repeated in each book:

"Where there is love, there is courage
Where there is courage, there is peace
Where there is peace, there is God.
And when you have God, you have everything."

Good words to live by.

Friday, September 2, 2011

Friday Five: This Season!


KathrynZG brings today's Friday Five to RevGalBlogPals:

Headquarters for me is the northeast of the United States. Here school is getting back in session, the tease of autumn is in the air (or the hope for the tease of autumn is in the air) and church life is gearing up to full throttle.

One thing I've learned with blogging and social media is that the where I live is not necessarily where you live. And so I want to know what September means to you, in your place of the world and time in your life.
This week's Friday Five is:
What are 5 things that the beginning of September mean to you?

1. HEAT continues! Living in south TX, September does not mean "fall" to me except in activities. No autumnal leaves, no lowering in temperatures.

2. Activities start up again. Classes I teach begin; classes I take start; meetings resume. My husband starts teaching chemistry for nursing students at the local community college.

3. September 2 is the anniversary of our oldest son DC and wife AA--five years ago they got married in Austin--and it was hot! Much joy and happiness.

4. And this September marks the baptism of DC and AA's baby Avery on Sept. 11, here at First United Methodist Church.

5. There is a general atmosphere of things being more scheduled.

Bonus: What's one thing you could do without?
As mentioned in #1, it is too hot here. Although I moved around a lot, I usually lived in northern climes, like in WA State since 10th grade. The advent of cooler weather and shorter days indicate the start of school and advent of autumn and then winter. I think that's why September is my most difficult month to tolerate in south TX.

Thursday, September 1, 2011

Pray "Thank You"

Every time you express gratitude or compassion for any aspect of yourself or someone else, you breathe life in.

Mariah Fenton Gladis
Tales of a Wounded Healer


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This reminds me of Meister Eckhart's admonition
that the only prayer necessary is
"THANK YOU."

Wednesday, August 31, 2011

Naming

Today I was pleased to have my former Tai Chi instructor call me by name in the HEB Supermarket! I have not been in her weekly class since unexplained pain started in January, and I quit Tai Chi because I thought maybe the stretching was causing me to hurt. That was before I was diagnosed with RA.

I was so happy to be remembered that I recalled how my children's kindergarten teacher, Margy Hoffman, told me how important it was to call each child by name. She was someone who knew how to listen with her whole being, helped along with her acknowledging the person she was with.

I struggle with people's names these days, seeming to easily forget. At least, with age and white hair, I am more ready to show my imperfection by asking what a person's name is--over and over!

Virginia, the Tai Chi instructor, noticed me before I saw her. So awareness and attention go together in honoring someone. I am glad I was reminded of what a gift is lavished on someone with saying his/her name and listening. . . .paying attention.

Monday, August 29, 2011

Permanent Joy


And what rule do you think I walked by? Truly a strange one, but the best in the whole world. I was guided by an implicit faith in God’s goodness; and therefore led to the study of the most obvious and common things. For thus I thought within myself: God being, as generally believed, infinite in goodness, it is most consonant and agreeable with His nature that the best things should be most common.
Thomas Traherne

"A state of permanent joy, hidden at the very center of consciousness, is the Eden to which the long journey of spiritual seeking leads. There, the mystics of all religions agree, we uncover our original goodness. We don’t have to buy it; we don’t have to create it; we don’t have to pour it in; we don’t even have to be worthy of it. This native goodness is the essential core of human nature.

"We are made, the scriptures of all religions assure us, in the image of God. Nothing can change our original goodness. Whatever mistakes we have made in the past, whatever problems we may have in the present, in every one of us the uncreated spark in the soul remains untouched, ever pure, ever perfect. Even if we try with all our might to douse or hide it, it is always ready to set our personality ablaze with light."

~~Eknath Easwaran

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Sunday, August 28, 2011

Which way to go?

After two months of travel and other stuff, I finally saw my rheumatologist on Thursday. You may recall that I was diagnosed with RA in May. Since June 1, I have been taking a weekly dose of Methotextrate, which has gradually been increased to the highest oral dosage possible. However, Dr. P. says that it has had no effect on my RA since I have not been able to reduce my daily intake of prednisone--even a 2.5 mg. reduction causes increased swelling, pain and redness in my hand joints and wrists.

So he advised me to consider taking one of three TNF Blockers: Enbrel, Humira, or Remicade. The first two are given by self-injection and the last by IV's. I am worried about adverse side effects with the TNF Blockers, especially allergic skin reactions at injection/ infusion sites and infections. It sounds like the skin reactions are more likely to occur, which could be minor or severe. Getting TB or pneumonia is scary, especially because I had pneumonia in 1993 and was sick for a long time.

A friend told me that this might not be my decision but that of my insurance company's. That is an interesting thought. I guess I have to get to the point to suggest one or at least talk to my doctor again with questions.

When considering that RA is a chronic disease, this decision could impact much of the rest of my life--if it works on me.

Saturday, August 27, 2011

How stories begin. . . .


With thanks to Monkey Mind!

HOT!


101.2 Degrees F. Corpus Christi, TX
(CB and me)

105 Degrees F. Austin, TX
(DC, AA and baby Avery)

106.3 Degrees F. San Antonio, TX
(MJ)

105 Degrees F. Houston, TX
(BJ)

All of TX is very HOT this weekend, with temperatures expected to go higher tomorrow. At least, we don't have a hurricane. Safety is wished for all in Hurricane Irene's path.

(Temperatures retrieved from Weather Underground at 3 pm.)

Friday, August 26, 2011

Friday Five: Rainy Day


Sally brings today's Friday Five to RevGalBlogPals:

How about you do you do on a rainy summers day?

Rain is much different in TX than it is in my home state of WA. Down here, there usually seems to be a drought, plus rain comes in buckets. In WA, there are often continuous drizzle and/or gray days. No wonder there are glorious flowers and lush greenery in WA State!

So I am addressing rain in Corpus Christi, TX:

1. At home?
Yesterday was our first rainfall in over two months. Torrential rain fell from thunderstorms, and we all loved it! The UPS man delivered a book to me, grinning all the way to my doorstep and saying he hoped he'd bring more rain tomorrow, which is doubtful since it is supposed to reach up to 100 degrees F.

Yesterday I started reading my new book: G-Dog and the Homeboys: Father Greg Boyle and the Gangs of East Los Angeles by Celeste Fremon, purchased because I found Father Greg Boyle's book Tattoos on the Heart so powerful.

2. In your local area?
Rain here is usually so heavy that it is nice to be inside. Streets sometimes flood on that rare instances, and thus I would rather be at home. And reading is always a good choice of activity for me!

3. If you are away on holiday?
It depends where we are. Usually in WA, we forge ahead and do whatever activity is planned, unless there is heavy rain. When we were on our extended vacation, it rained while we drove through Glacier National Park--we kept going, but were glad we were inside a car and not on a motorcycle!

4. Name a rainy day read.
I am wishing I still had the Hunger Games Trilogy left to read, so I know any of those three books would be wonderful to have on a rainy day. Cuddle down and read!! I wrote about those books here.

5. Is there a piece of music/ a poem/ story that cheers you up?
Not sure, but I'm in too much of a hurry and will try to come back to do this!

Thursday, August 25, 2011

A Gift of a Poem

A Gift
Just when you seem to yourself
nothing but a flimsy web
of questions, you are given
the questions of others to hold
in the emptiness of your hands,
songbird eggs that can still hatch
if you keep them warm,
butterflies opening and closing themselves
in your cupped palms, trusting you not to injure
their scintillant fur, their dust.
You are given the questions of others
as if they were answers
to all you ask. Yes, perhaps
this gift is your answer.
~ Denise Levertov ~
(Sands of the Well)


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Monday, August 22, 2011

Recommended Books!

On our long driving trip, I took along a bag full of books and then bought some more. It was nice to have the space in the car to have real books! I read a lot, but I am not recommending everything I read, just the best. Oddly enough, three of the four books I am going to mention were discovered in Seattle!

The first one was discovered in the Summer 2011 issue of Parabola, which I bought at the University of Washington Bookstore. The interview with Father Gregory Boyle was eight pages long and so interesting that I had to buy the book: Tattoos on the Heart: The Power of Boundless Compassion by Gregory Boyle.

Father Gregory Boyle, a Jesuit priest, founded Homeboy Industries in 1992. The program is intended to assist at-risk youth and gang members with a variety of services, such as counseling, tutoring, and employment. The most distinctive feature of Homeboy Industries is its small businesses, which gives hard-to-place individuals an opportunity to be employed in transitional jobs in a safe, supportive environment where they can learn both concrete and soft job skills. Among the businesses are the Homeboy Bakery, Homegirl Café & Catering, Homeboy Merchandise, Homeboy Press and Homeboy Silkscreen & Embroidery.

The stories that Father G relates are simple, bright and sad, showing life and death. He quotes many of my favorite people, including Thomas Merton, Richard Rohr, Rumi, and Hafiz. He faces the hard deaths with honest discussion, which pointed out to me that the point of life is to live like Jesus, NOT for the goal of positive RESULTS.

This is going to be the book we will read in the Wisdom Class at All Saints Episcopal Church, the weekly book study that will begin meeting again the day after Labor Day.

My daughters AE and KA really liked reading the first book in the trilogy by Suzanne Collins: The Hunger Games. I kept seeing copies of the book in bookstores up in WA, so I ordered all three books to be delivered at DC's house in Austin, where we were scheduled to babysit Avery. In between the busy-ness of holding and taking care of Avery, I insatiably read that first book. When I got back to Corpus Christi, I read the other two in quick succession.

Being immersed in the world of North American dystopia captivated me. Katniss is the heroine in this young adult series. (This designation reminds me that the Harry Potter series is also categorized in this way, and I love those books!) Katniss is a flawed and very human character who survives against great odds. This first book is about the Hunger Games: Once a year the government chooses two children from each of the twelve districts to compete against one another in a live and televised reality show. Twenty-four kids and teens enter, and only one survives.

It is a violent book, which shows North America after its people warred against each other, demolishing their world and environments. It is a thought-provoking book that I am still pondering.

Now for the two books I am currently reading but have not finished yet.

Cleopatra: A Life by Stacy Schiff is the one book that I carried throughout the USA on our travels and did not start reading until I was back in Corpus Christi--after I finished the Hunger Games trilogy.

Schiff researched ancient records, literature, and current information to bring forth this biography of someone who is more legend than anything else. There is little historical evidence of who Cleopatra really was--especially not Elizabeth Taylor from the movie! Stacy Schiff herself admits, "there is not universal agreement on most of even the basic details of Cleopatra's life. So much of this history is simply not known." She sifted through more information than I can imagine to bring forth this fascinating story of Cleopatra. I am mesmerized.

This last book was seen at the Elliot Bay Bookstore in Seattle, highly recommended by one of its staff members. It is a translation of Yogo Ogawa's sweet book, The Housekeeper and the Professor. This may be a future gift to many of my friends!

Ogawa's portrayal of the professor is particularly moving. Injured in a car accident in the early 1970s, he has only 80 minutes of short-term memory and must re-learn relationships and basic information on a continual basis. A brilliant mathematician, he uses math as a primary means of communication - he is most comfortable when talking about numbers and has a gift for making the complex seem simple. While lacking in memory, he has a natural and instinctual affinity for children, and bonds instantly with the housekeeper's son. The boy's presence helps to bring the professor out of his insular world - in fact the child is the only thing that the professor seems to care about besides his beloved prime numbers. The two bond over math, and later baseball, and their relationships nurtures and enriches both of their lives, as well as that of the housekeeper.

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These are four/six books I have greatly enjoyed. They come from different categories of reading material, so perhaps you will find one that interests you!


Sunday, August 21, 2011

Prisoners of Ourselves

When I got back home, I had various issues of magazines to peruse. In the August 9 issue of The Christian Century, I found this excellent thought offered by Rowan Williams:

"Archbishop of Canterbury Rowan Williams recalled for the Guardian (July 8) how he once was an angst-ridden young man who worried about whether he was suffering enough or was compassionate enough. But then Mary Clare Millia, a Catholic nun, said to him, 'You don't have to suffer for the sins of the world, darling. It's been done.' If we're not preoccupied with justifying ourselves, said Williams, then we can focus on other things and can even afford to be wrong. 'Jesus is the human event that reverses the flow of human self-absorption.'"

It is too easy to be self-absorbed, and here is a prayer that helps us realize this:

O God, bring new life
where we are worn and tired;
new love
where we have turned hard-hearted;
forgiveness
where we have wounded;
and the joy and freedom of your Holy Spirit
where we are prisoners of our selves.

~~John L. Bell


Bell, John L. The Book of a Thousand Prayers. Ed. Angela Ashwin. Grand Rapids: Zondervan, 1996. 138.