Friday, October 21, 2011

Friday Five: My Life Stages

Since it is almost my birthday and because my spiritual direction peer group is reading Living Fully, Dying Well by Edward W. Bastian and Tina L. Staley, I am thinking of my life in stages. For the latter group, we filled out a form dividing our life into 7-year increments, documenting "significant moments," then "people who guided and influenced me," and ending with the question, "What did this phase contribute to the continuum of my life?" This was a life Review Exercise devised by Rabbi Zalman Schachter-Shalomi.

For today's Friday Five, I am suggesting that we each divide our age into 5 sections. You don't have to say your age or ages for the different parts, unless you want to. In each of the 5 points, please describe a memorable and/or significant event, either good or unpleasant.

1. 0-12 years: I skipped fourth grade while living and going to school at USMC Camp Pendleton, CA. In mid-year of third grade, we were moved into a new school on base--where I was put into a 3/4 grade combination class. Sometime in that last semester, I was tested and offered the opportunity to move up to 5th grade. In retrospect, I look at "third grade" as the first semester and "fourth grade" as the second semester.

2. 13-24 years: Packed together around my 21st birthday was student teaching in a first grade classroom in Seattle and marrying CB four days before Christmas.

Something connected with my different last names happened the following year when CB and I lived in Seattle. The teacher who mentored me asked that I be her substitute when she went on maternity leave. I distinctly remember walking her current first graders down the hall and seeing the second graders I had student taught the year before: students in each group argued about whether my name was "Miss C." or "Mrs. H." They were both correct!

3. 25-36 years: One of the biggest events during this period was moving from Oregon where CB went to graduate school at Oregon State University to Corpus Christi, TX in 1978. Talk about culture shock! Moving to the Gulf Coast in August was shockingly hot and humid (and flat)--and lonely (remember, I am an introvert).

My first teaching job was as a special ed resource room teacher in an UN-air-conditioned school. I remember sweat pouring down my legs and mosquitoes buzzing around, with all the windows open. That job lasted for one week before I quit and was given a job at an elementary school in the small black area of town, teaching third grade--in an air-conditioned school!

4. 37-48 years: In this time, we moved to RI for one year; NJ for two; and then back to Corpus Christi. The most difficult event was my mother's sudden death from pancreatic cancer in between the moves from RI to NJ, which caused even more anguish for me.

Hitting such a bottom brought me to seek God, which I relate in my Faith Story.

5. 49-60 years: Life keeps getting better! The most dramatic and recent event was the birth of our first grandchild on November 22, 2010--Avery! It is such fun to be a grandmother!

Probably because my favorite grandmother was called "Nana," my chosen name is also "Nana." We'll see if Avery cooperates with that! (I think that's why my mother decided to be called "Grannie," as her grandmother was called that, too.)

Thursday, October 20, 2011

Dewey's Read-A-Thon!


Have you ever heard of Dewey's Read-A-Thon? I never had until I saw its announcement at Bonnie's Books. The first Read-A-Thon was started by Dewey in 2007; sadly she has since died. Others are continuing the tradition in both April and October!

Questions about the Read-A-Thon are answered here, with a few copied below:

Do I have to stay up the whole 24 hours?

No, although it’s more fun if if you do. Cheerleaders only need to commit to at least one hour, and Readers can either choose to stay up the entire time or take breaks as they need to. There are some prizes that you’ll only be eligible for if you participate all 24 hours.

Do e-books count?

Well, sure! Also audio books, reading to the kids, etc.

To sign up as a reader,
click this link.

The Read-a-Thon starts at the same time all over the world. I'm in the Central time zone of the United States, so the starting bell for me is at 7:00 a.m. this Saturday, October 22, 2011. Starting times for other parts of the world can be found here.

Have you checked out Dewey's challenging 24-hour Read-a-Thon?

Be a reader .........
......... a cheerleader
a promoter .................
.......... but be a part of it!

For me, it looks more reasonable to be a cheerleader (reading for 1 hour) and a promoter (posting this on my blog!). If you like reading, you could do one of these things, too!

Wednesday, October 19, 2011

Another Avery Picture

Avery, 10 1/2 months
Oct. 13, 2011

Here is another picture of Avery that was taken last week while she and her daddy visited us. We won't see her again until her first birthday party, right before Thanksgiving.

Reverence for Reading

I love to read and think it is an important activity for everyone. Bonnie at Bonnie's Books posted about a book that I've never heard of before: 366 Meditations to Cultivate a Productive and Meaningful Writing Life ~ by Fred White, 2008. I really like what she posted from White's book, which I am copying below:

"The Daily Writer: 366 Meditations to Cultivate a Productive and Meaningful Writing Life ~ by Fred White, 2008, writing
"From getting in a creative frame of mind to maintaining good writing habits to breaking through writer's block, this helpful guide is every writer's key to developing the discipline, focus and dedication needed to become successful."
"My friend Donna actually bought this book, but she suggested we could do the writing prompts together and read what the other said. That sounds interesting to me, so I took a look at the book this evening. The 366 in the title refers to days of the year, with February 29 included. I found this book-related meditation on the page for January 5:
Reverence for Books and Reading


"One cannot become a good writer without being a good reader. After all, since writers create reading, they learn to appreciate the range of quality and content that makes reading so rewarding. In order to develop such appreciation, writers must read widely and deeply."





I think reading is so important that I have a TX license plate for my car that reads:
READ TO SUCCEED!


Tuesday, October 18, 2011

Tuesday Trivia

I haven't done a bullet-like sequence of my stuff for awhile, so I guess that's what is up for today:
  • Cold fronts are finally blowing through to the Gulf of Mexico, so we are getting some dry and cooler weather. I feel happier and more energetic with this promise of cooler weather, which always reminds me of Bellingham (WA) summer days. It is lovely to have temperatures below 78 degrees F. in the mornings!
  • I made applesauce today (also including five pears). This brought back memories of making applesauce in cooler weather with my four children around to eat it. It was good to use up various apples from the refrigerator, some of which were in lone plastic bags.
  • Two weeks from right now, I will be with 15 other women on a jet heading to Russia! This is for the Russian Initiative of the United Methodist Church. It is interesting to learn that this began in 1991-92, which is when I first vaguely heard about it at the Morristown, NJ United Methodist Church. I never imagined I would be involved in this.
  • The Wisdom Class met today and we discussed chapter 6 "Jurisdiction" in Tattoos of the Heart by Gregory Boyle. The word "jurisdiction" is used by gang members in east LA to indicate the so-called "gang territory" for each gang. Here is something from this chapter:
"Sometimes you're thrown into each other's jurisdiction, and that feels better than living, as the Buddhists say, in the 'illusion of separateness.' It is in this place where we judge the other and feel the impossibility of anything getting bridged. The gulf too wide and the gap too distant, the walls grow higher, and we forget who we are meant to be to each other. . . . Bridging the gulf of mutual judgment and replacing it with kinship is tricky indeed." (133)
  • I got the next book for the Wisdom Class from Amazon this afternoon and have started reading it: The First Christmas by Crossan and Borg. They are stressing that (they believe that) the two nativity stories in Matthew and Luke should be read as parables, giving meaning to Jesus and his time and our current civilization. (Empires in both!)
  • For our Wisdom Class meditation, I copied yesterday's post of Stephen Colbert (underneath this one). We have both liberals and conservatives in the class and that prompted a good discussion before we even got to the book. I am still thinking about the comment that helping the needy is from a position of power, unlike the equal acceptance of Gregory Boyle. But can a nation only proceed from that position?

Monday, October 17, 2011

RA Fingers

Found here and directed there by Rheumatoid Arthritis Warrior, who also wrote this about RA:

"RA is a chronic, systemic, progressive, destructive disease. None of that would matter much if there were a cure. However, since no cure is available, and treatments are only modestly successful in a significant percentage of patients, monitoring Rheumatoid Arthritis is required to preserve as much health and life as possible."

I can get back in denial with meds helping the symptoms to fade. I am glad the combination of three drugs is helping me for the moment, which I guess is why I will continue to see my rheumatologist every two months for monitoring. Even though my symptoms are less, the disease is still in my body. . .pain and fatigue still occur.

But things are better for me!

The trick of living always seems to be staying in the middle of paradox--BOTH AND, so as not to get stuck at either extreme. The golden mean!



Sunday, October 16, 2011

Preparing for the Future



Oddly, I have spent much of today blogging for the future days in November while I am in Russia. It has been fun to post where I will (hopefully) be, along with a quote, poem or prayer that I like. This is not starting until November 1st, but I hope you will come back and look to see what is going on here even when I am on another continent.

Anticipating the future is getting me more interested in blogging again, an enthusiasm that lately diminished. I guess I've been too preoccupied with my health, dealing with new medications in the treatment of rheumatoid arthritis. Time is also taken up with the water aerobics classes I attend each morning at the YWCA. And now I am trying to get things together for this trip to Russia where the temperatures will be at least 40 degrees colder than here in south Texas.

Since blogging is also a way for me to fulfill my desire to "write letters," I don't want to give that up. At least my fingers have been more agile lately so that I can type and also handwrite notes.

Saturday, October 15, 2011

God Made Mud


God made mud.
God got lonesome.
So God said to some of the mud, "Sit up!"
"See all I've made," said God, "the hills, the sea, the sky, the stars."

And I was some of the mud that got to sit up and look around.
Lucky me, lucky mud.

I, mud, sat up and saw what a nice job God had done.
Nice going, God.
Nobody but you could have done it, God! I certainly couldn't have.
I feel very unimportant compared to You.
The only way I can feel the least bit important is to think of all the mud
that didn't even get to sit up and look around.
I got so much, and most mud got so little.
Thank you for the honor!

Now mud lies down again and goes to sleep.
What memories for mud to have!
What interesting other kinds of sitting-up mud I met!
I loved everything I saw!
Good night.

~ Kurt Vonnegut, Jr. ~
(Cat's Cradle)

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Friday, October 14, 2011

How to CHANGE

1. Start very small.
2. Do only one change at a time.
3. Be present and enjoy the activity (don’t focus on results).
4. Be grateful for every step you take.

By Leo Babauta

Read his article here.

I need to try this to get back to healthier eating again. . . .

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."