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Holy Week 2019, Monday: Will You Walk “This Week” with Me?

(Me, before an evening class. Hope, Arkansas.)

At the beginning of this day, I had an idea. Then Notre Dame came falling down in flames, and really…well, fill in the blank…because if you’re alive on this planet, you surely know this structure is iconic. A terrible day to mark down in history, truly. And somehow, it seems to be worse that this happened as we begin Holy Week in the Christian world.

But, as I went about my day and continued to ponder what I want to do that is meaningful this week, my first idea still stands.

Let’s walk together. This Holy Week. Will you join me? Walk anywhere, post a picture if you’re so moved, or just join in anonymously. That’s good, too. 🙏🏼

Walk with me, knowing we know nothing. We know nothing about what is around the bend. We walk. We write a line about it. We live and learn. We listen.

We all saw that play out in flashing fire today.

But before I knew what I know now, what was beyond my immediate control, I walked.

I started early, and was greeted by not one, but four cardinals on the rocky road near my house. This sighting truly lifted my heart, and at that moment, I did not know that half a world away, Notre Dame was engulfed in flames.

I returned to the house, saw the news, and of course my heart fell.

“…but the gates of hell shall not prevail against it…” kept ringing in my ears, and the voices of the Parisian people lifted in unison as their cathedral burned…their joining as one voice moved me to remember that the human spirit cannot be touched. We can always fly. Always.

Just like those morning birds…

Then, as I was leaving for work, my older dog was barking nonstop, warning me of an unexpected visitor. Huge snake. The symbolism is not lost on me.

Everywhere, some kind of turmoil. Daily.

So, lots was on my mind as I arrived at my next stop. More symbolism: Hope is where I work on Mondays. And tonight, I walked there, too.

I walked a short paved path that I always think I will, but never do. But today was different. I walked and prayed for Parisians, for firefighters, for travelers. For those who hoped to visit a beautiful place of worship, and for those who won’t get to see that dream come true…not in the way they hoped.

And I realized yet again, we are all here for only a minute, then we are gone. Nothing is sure except our spirits.

So, I’m walking into this week with no preconceived ideas. Just walking and listening to what might need to be said. Will you join me?

Let’s see where we might walk tomorrow…

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Lent: Second Week Stanzas// Thursday, March 21, 2019–WS Merwin Chimes in

And now

“Listen with the night falling we are saying thank you

we are stopping on the bridges to bow from the railings

We are running out of the glass rooms

With our mouths full of food to look at the sky

And say thank you

We are standing by the water thanking it

Standing by the window looking out

In our directions…”

I think WS Merwin would like having his poetry here on this first full day of spring. This stanza from his poem “Thanks”…and I echo his title.


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Lent 2019 Day 2–3/7/2019

Already on my way to my inner wish that this white tablecloth (old sheet) would see a transformation along the days to Easter, just as I hope we will.

Little did I know it would start so soon, but 2 two-year old Emma was here today…and she paints like she lives: with wild abandon.

So today, this message:

The mess is often beautiful. Enjoy the colors you see today. 🌟


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A Lenten Invitation

I’m setting a table. Will you join me?

I have no idea where I’m going or even how long I’ll manage to keep it up ( the goal is until Easter), but you are welcome here in the chaos I’ve learned to call home.

I’d like to tell you I have everything sorted out, and that there will be deep reflections and perfectly curated verses and other nice things…

but the truth is, it’s just me. Here. Trying.

First day of Lent, 2019. My version of a new year. I like setting new goals, revisiting myself, making decisions that will hopefully help. Not necessarily me, I’ve learned. Sometimes the decision helps someone else. May it be so.

Amen.


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Friday’s Five…Plus Five

I missed posting last week, but it was not for a lack of good things. So here are ten…some big, some small…all good.

Grand-Baby #3 is due in September. ❤️ I’ve known for a little while, and it was a sweet secret to keep. My heart keeps making room. Isn’t it lovely how that works out? That’s probably three things right there…

Wool socks. Hand knit by my sister.

Skype sessions with my daughter.

Hugs from my son.

The random I love yous from people old and young.

Geraniums in grocery stores. Finally.

Real mail. And a special gift of a new sketchbook that a friend and I plan to make use of soon.

Plans big and small. Things to look forward to…

Wow. That was ten good things before I even thought too hard. I call that winning.

Make some plans this week, friends. Something as simple as time for yourself to be still. Or as large as a big adventure. Whatever brings you joy.

I am thinking about my plans for Lent … what my goal might be for this season. We will see…


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Friday’s Five

February 1:

Welcome, dear short and hopefully sweet month. You started off in good form, giving me lots of good news this day.

Have you ever had days where you seemed to say Thank you for things that other days you might overlook? That was me today.

Here are five of many:

The receptionist at a doctor’s office commented on a metal ring I wear. That led to a conversation about New Mexico (soul state, people…) and then she gave me tips for next trips because she used to live there. Ahhh. Then she reached into her purse and showed me a medicine bottle filled with bits of white sand from a location we discussed….all that because she noticed my ring. NM lovers don’t waste chances.

( She keeps that sand with her, y’all. Think about that. )

A lot of good talk which spilled over throughout the day and colored other interactions … because that’s how it is once we feel connected, isn’t it… we want others to feel it, too…

The jonquils are blooming…

…which made me think of my children and the many bouquets they used to pick… and how these three blooms will accompany me tomorrow to an art workshop I’m teaching…

and the red berries I don’t know the name of are still near my driveway, which makes my heart smile every single time…

…the birds are getting their fill…but that is as it should be. I get to get a glimpse and am glad for it.

While I was outside, I decided to pick up twigs for another project. That led me to find a favored pen I did not know I dropped earlier…the mundane things that are capable of bringing happiness…

Order is my focus word for the new year, and it is proving to be a good choice. An enlightening and challenging choice…and that is exactly what I need. It will be interesting to see how many things I can set into some semblance of order this year. I may need to keep this word for two years. Ha.

It is the month of love, dear readers. I celebrate by posting vintage valentines on FB… here’s tomorrow’s

pick. Little things…

How will you show love this month or minute?

I hope you show it, feel it, acknowledge it.

Not just in February. 🙂


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Friday’s Five

It is four months until Christmas. Yes, I keep track. 

Kisses from an eleven month old who lavishes them on demand. 

A two year old’s outstretched hand…and little voice saying, C’mon Loulou.

Knit blanket almost ready to send to #welcomeblanket project for immigrants.

Netflix nights.

And, while I sit in a comfortable spot writing tonight, my prayers are with the folks across southeast Texas who are bracing for Hurricane Harvey. Latest tracking shows it’s a Category 4. Pray for Texas.