She’s too busy to be here this year . . .
#1 “NEW” PineAweigh Adventures — 2019 “Moon Snails”
“Oh,” I said, when I came across the shell, “Sorry.” But why be sorry for a vicious predator?
#21 TATWTD — FROZEN THOUGHTS
“Nothing is more dangerous than an idea when it is the only one you have.”
#20 TATWTD "THE SUN"
someday, this compared-to-us giant will burn down its hydrogen, convert to using its short source of helium, expand enough to consume Mercury, Venus, and Earth, then, having made a mess of life as we know it, Ka-boom!
PACHELBEL & MEMORY
Settle in. I have one more thing to share with you as a result of hearing cellos, because hearing cellos has both blessed and broken my heart.
Part 2, A COLD CELEBRATION
At some point necessary to earth’s rotating rules, while the side I live on remained a few hours short of light, I should have been sleeping. I wasn’t.
A COLD CELEBRATION
It’s a celebration day—this June 7th.
It’s a cold day, however.
Oh, not weather cold but rather, my husband and I each have one—a cold, that is. One of those shared things. His arrived several days ago and only yesterday did it jump the barrier of resistance and land in my throat.
Just Say’n
I had sufficiently recovered from fits of laughter by the time we made it through Greek statuary.
#19 TATWTD Another “F” Word
Our window was lifted, not flung. So, before approaching the Thought that drew me from the bed an hour earlier than usual, I’m following a distraction: an image. A window. Flung.
#18 TATWTD: OH. Right.
Yeah, but. . . .
#1 PineAweigh 2019 “Shakedown Cruise”
Normally, swear words are rare between us. As Dave ran the distance, his ever alert wife leaned from the sofa, opened the rear starboard salon window, reached to the narrow deck walkway where the tank filling hole is, and pulled the spewing hose free.
#17 TATWTD: A HAND-Y THING
Look, I’m not complaining (spin), it’s just that since we moved to this small apartment and I rid myself of probably half my books, there are occasions when—like this morning—I need a particular book
A ZAMBAKARI EVENING
Arketa’s story is like no other. Hers was a privileged childhood, as privilege goes in a place without phones, power, plumbing, or peace. Her grandfathers were chiefs, her parents, London educated professionals, her training as a midwife was a coveted honor, and her husband, traditionally and admirably selected. But privilege gave way.
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It was not enough that five men swinging knives in God’s name decapitated her young husband. They raped Arketa—there, on the floor where Joseph’s headless body lay twitching. March 1984—the month of their first anniversary, her twentieth birthday, the third month of their son’s life, and the first of many proofs that her privileged life had ended.
#16 TATWTD A Mother's Grief
How does she feel, the mother of Jesus, the woman “favored of God;” she who was promised to be blessed among women. Really? Shall we imagine ourselves a matter of only hours after our child’s torture and death? How does she feel?
#15 TATWTD. Pre-Easter Darkness
Many of us,
perhaps most of us,
know how hard it is, waking “toward the dawn,”
after some heartbreaking event.
#14 TATWTD - AN EASTER HEARTBEAT
This v-e-r-y long blog entry is accompanied by a picture of an Easter egg, one of many mysteriously appearing in crannies and corridors of our apartment complex. Of Easter they are, of pagan origins they are, ancient symbols of rebirth, but few among us who enjoy Easter eggs, think about that. Yet some of us do. I do.
#13 TATWTD - The Universe
I’m convinced that the beginnings of Stuff, surely the beginning Big Bang, did not evolve. Consider the demands of exactitude required when, about 13.8 billion years ago Matter, at some infinitesimal point somewhere in—in what, space? What space?—began explosively, expansively, becoming Universe; began becoming all that we puny inhabitants of one of its innumerable objects seem to think it is: a center-less, bending, rule-abiding, complex Thing. Nothing located in Nowhere began Something about 13.8 billion years ago.
#12 TATWTD: WORDS & MEANINGS
Meanings matter. Word meanings matter most when attached to beliefs or when robbed of resilience.
Take “Lent,” for instance. I recently meant to, but got sidetracked by wordplay that led me to seriously consider what significant words can do to those of us of strong beliefs. Unexpectedly, I thought of Christmas and my maternal grandmother.
#11 TATWTD "Lent -- Day Four
My reading Peter Enns work is like being the dog lifted by a tornado, dropped, sopping, shocked, and slightly injured into the yard of a faraway and unfamiliar family that welcomes him, bathes him, feeds him, but understand that sadness accompanies him.
#10 TATWTD. Reason & Beauty
Let me begin by saying, there’s little to criticize about the mind of C.S. Lewis.He was one brilliant rationalist. Still, he once warned his readers that in encountering a rose, we might get so caught up in the ‘science’ of smell and sight, of scent and color (or as he in his British English would write, “colour”) that we might lose the experience of “Rose” altogether.
Look, I found the little flower pictured alongside this posting while walking my dog.