Are there times when you are overwhelmed with beauty?
The sunrise over the mountains.
The sunset over the far horizon.
The clouds that catch the last light. The clouds that catch the first light.
The face of an infant.
The giggle of a 2 year old.
The beauty of a face lined with experience.
The hands of someone of age. Beauty.
Here is your assignment for today. Find beauty. Leave me a note in the comments of beauty you’ve found.
Thanks… seek on…
Our daughter and I were talking on the phone today and she showed me a little gift from one of her patients.
A little angel painted on a stone. It made us both smile. It came from a woman who lost a daughter last year and she has taken to painting these and leaving them here and there around the city. A reminder. An Epiphany. A touch of love to be found by the right person at the right time. What a great thing. It came from a place of profound pain and loss but it makes her feel good that it might help someone feel better.
What a sweet random act of kindness. I can only imagine stories of someone who found one at the perfect time. Maybe I should write a story using that as the linking theme? Then I think how much fun to be watching for the angel to come. Maybe I should watch for that inbreaking of God at a place… a time when it is needed most by me. You know, I’m in the middle of my day and something is out of whack and there it is… that angel reminding me of God’s presence.
So today why don’t you look for that inbreaking of God’s Spirit with you. Keep alert.. It’s right there for you. Always
God Abide with you
@Bobbie Giltz McGarey
Wow what a way to start the year. There were news reports stating that because of the wintry storm, bringing cold temperatures to Florida, the Iguanas, cold blooded animals, got so cold that they were getting stiff and unable to move and were falling from the trees. K-plunk. Most of them are not dead, just really really cold. Unaccustomed as they are to freezing temperatures they have no real coping measures. K-plunk
None of us wants to be so out of our elements that we freeze up and fall out of our trees. But, to be really honest, it feels like we are like that sometimes when confronted/challenged by something so new we have no frame of reference.
In one of my favorite movies, Moonlight and Valentino, a young woman learns of the death of her husband and everything slows down and time warps and she reels from the unrealness of it for herself. I saw this movie not long after my Mother died and could completely identify with that feeling of grief hitting. I felt like I was spinning, time stood still, the world around me was just out there, not a real part of me. I was seeing myself like I was in a movie. The feeling of Not-me-ness was happening around me was real. Even though my Mother’s passing was anticipated, it was still a surprise. It was a feeling so odd that you could say it was like Iguanas were falling out of trees.
Grief, loss, deep sadness takes us out of ourselves. Not that we disassociate with what is happening….it is that we are surprised to a point that we are thrown into a whole spin of what is happening.
And then…. then… then… the rest of the world seems to be getting back to it’s normal and your world is anything but normal, not when you lose someone close to you. It’s not the same. It never will be. It will be ok again, but never the same and we are encouraged to be gentle with ourselves. We will not be the same, but we can be alright. But we need not rush ourselves into that place. It takes different time for different people. Wait for it.
January 8, 2018
My granddaughter MaggieMae is learning prayers. At meals they hold hands and pray God is great god is good … Maggie has started saying God Is!
well that has become my prayer God Is.
it really covers most all theological issues
do you believe …God is
do you think God answers prayer… God is
do you need help…God is
see how many times you can apply this
in the meantime… God is
What are you wearing as Clergywomen to the Marches wherever you are? Currently thinking a Purple stole
Friends, I am hopelessly and happily in love with my Granddaughter. I am her Naani..hindi for your mother’s mother. How great this is.
My nephew, whose birth I attended and his wife had a daughter on Sunday. These two girls are almost three weeks apart. Somehow in the great scheme of things I think they, along with a cousin just a year older, will be great friends. Unique, giving loving friends.
My cousins and I are close as sisters. I think the same will happen with them…
Our daughter, a continually amazing woman, is enjoying her time with her little one. I think she is a marvelous mother already.
I want good things for her little family to continue.
Some time, not to be posted, I will write what I recall of Margaret’s birth. But so she can some day have what I remember. So every year when her mother tells her the story… she’ll know what I remember too.
Hopeless, I’m hopeless, and I don’t want to be any other way but in love…