Archive for April, 2010

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Wake up call…

April 29, 2010

Some mornings I bound out of bed eager to pirouette into the world….while other days the molasses in my brain saps my strength putting my dance on hold!

“Wake Up!” I say to myself, who is not listening. “Wake Up OR you’ll be sorry.”

And sorry I am when I have to battle the headwinds of my own delinquency. The strain of being tardy, the stress of not having time to pick up my messes, and the nerve-wracking  drive through traffic make me a prime candidate for president of the Grumpy Club…all because I did not get an early start and focus on priorities.

So here I go! With one purposeful fling I’m casting myself full fledge into life! Watch out “So You Think You Can Dance” competitors, here comes Patsy in her orthopedic tutu!!

p.s. join me?

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Crafty part 2

April 28, 2010
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Crafty…

April 27, 2010
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Birds of a feather…

April 21, 2010

I feel so blessed to have those in my life and in my readings who string words like precious pearls and present them as if their hope was to garland me in beauty. Mary Oliver, a poet, is one of those for me. If you have not read her work I encourage you to search it out and wear it well.

Below is a taste of one of her offerings, sip slowly:

The Swan
Did you too see it, drifting, all night, on the black river?
Did you see it in the morning, rising into the silvery air –
An armful of white blossoms,
A perfect commotion of silk and linen as it leaned
into the bondage of its wings; a snowbank, a bank of lilies,
Biting the air with its black beak?
Did you hear it, fluting and whistling
A shrill dark music – like the rain pelting the trees…

The lines in a poem are meant to be pondered. If we allow gentle words in, they will help soften the hard edges of our heart…and still the commotion in our head, if but for a moment.

Listen to the words, lean in…allow them to paint pictures worthy of your time…take them with you into the rest of the day. As night falls draw them back and handle them again, they will sweeten your sleep and season your dreams.

Who writes beauty that resonates inside you? Share their words with others.

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What Comforts You?

April 19, 2010

To sleep in my own bed.

I like to fall back into soft pillows. You know the kind that allow your head to go so deep that the sides fluff up around your face. Ah-h.

The faces of my grandsons.

Pudding. Custard. Flan.

Certain friends. Usually those with the gift of mercy or a major dose of kindness that they share liberally.

Macaroni & cheese.

An unhurried foot rub. Yes.

God’s Spirit soothing aches in my heart. Thank you.

The voices of my children.

Chicken noodle soup.

A heart to heart girlfriend talk.

Some memories.

A well-written poem.

A cello.

A vat of chocolate.

Personal time.

My husband’s tender embrace. Most lovely.

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Infinite Grace…

April 16, 2010
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Up! Up! and Away!

April 15, 2010

On my way to Washingtonville NY last week I asked my driver Dot if she’d mind “dropping by” West Pointe. My friend Ellie had insisted when she heard where I was going that I not miss a chance of a lifetime. She assured me I would not be sorry taking this short detour.

Ellie was exactly right. Dot graciously took me there and I was thrilled with the sights of history and the sounds of tomorrow’s officers. The place is a city on a hill and its light cannot be hid. We only stayed a few hours and had not begun to see all there was to see. It is not a destination you just enter wily-nilly but you must have a purpose to enter the grounds. We had decided to eat dinner at the beautiful Thayer Hotel on the grounds and we were so glad we did. The Friday night seafood buffet was memorable and left us all moaning with delight.

But the memory that stays with me from the experience were the para-shooters. They were training cadets who were dropped out of helicopters over the Hudson River and floated (think fast float since the winds were strong) in great arcing circles and landed in a designated area marked by a yellow flag. We were told they were getting ready for the Army Navy game where they would parachute down with the game ball.

The winds whipped at them with great gusto and we were impressed at how accurately they were able to maneuver themselves into position and then land on their feet running…well, except for one unfortunate fellow. At first I thought it was a speck on my eyeglasses out my peripheral vision, but then the speck’s legs began moving as he tried to redirect his parachute. Seems a burst of wind caught him off guard and sent him out in left field…way out. He ended up coming down in a parking lot full of vehicles. I was praying my heart out as I saw the possibilities…like him smeared across a windshield. Instead he dropped safely between two cars. Whew!

I’ve been out in left field….haven’t you? Left out of the job market, left out of the party, left off the guest list, left in the parking lot while everyone else seemed to be at the ball…or ball game. I had empathy for him that had been created inside me when I suffered my own unexpected gust of wind blowing me off course and away from others. I guess that’s the good part of disappointments they teach us to care about and be sensitive to those who are struggling to land safely.

This week let’s keep our eyes open for those out our peripheral vision…they may need our prayers.