This is the view from my room, or, rather, the lack of a view from my room. I am barely sitting up, just enough to look out through the brass headboard that is really functioning as a side rail, since the side of the bed sits parallel to the wall, not perpendicular. This seemed to be way for me to capture what is going on in my mind right now. I’m still in bed, though it is almost a quarter... Read more
Image via Wikipedia I mentioned in my previous post that even though I dreaded going to see my family, I would do so, and it would be good. And it was. We had a super time. So often, when I feel depressed, I just feel an overwhelming sense of dread. It’s like a gaping openness that looms in the distance. An evil foreboding. I can’t really put my finger on it. There’s very little that’s realistic about this attitude. Often... Read more
It’s a long, weary road, and I’m sleepy and I don’t want to write. I feel depression coming on like something in the distance that you can’t make out yet, but you’re pretty sure you know what it is. I know it’s coming, because it’s like watching a horror movie and there’s something in the next room and the heroine just has to go in there for something, and the theater is full of people screaming, “No, no, don’t open... Read more
Yesterday I was under the upstairs balcony, and I could hear Andrew, my upstairs neighbor, and his brother disagreeing about the actual number of pots that I have on the porch and surrounding area. “I’m telling you, it’s thirty-seven! No, more, ‘cause I can count ‘em from here!” ”No way, I don’t believe you.” They went back and forth a couple of times, so, I boldly stepped out and said, “Hey! Let’s count them!” Which we then proceeded to do.... Read more
I read this poem many years ago, and since I’m aware of several new moms now, and others who are helping take care of new babies, I thought I’d look it up and share it. Babies Don’t Keep by Ruth Hulburt Hamilton Mother, O Mother, come shake out your cloth, Empty the dustpan, poison the moth, Hang out the washing, make up the bed, Sew on a button and butter the bread. Where is the mother whose house is so... Read more
Image by Up Your Ego via Flickr We’re not too fond of humiliation in this day and age. And who would be? I’m quite sure people haven’t been fond of humiliation in any age. Needless to say, I experienced some sense of it earlier today and the final upshot is entirely instructive to me. Without going into too many details, let me say that I think my response was typical. First, I got super mad! “How dare I be treated... Read more
I can’t help it sometimes… I read something about Jesus and how He has done so much for us and loves us, and then I get excited and enter a season of religious enthusiasm! Unfortunately, I usually get discouraged by my inability to actually be a good person. Lately, I’ve been inspired by reading about the apparitions of the Virgin Mary at Fatima, Portugal, in 1917. Marian apparitions have long interested me (maybe fascinated is a better term), and these... Read more
I ran across a really interesting blog article the other day, and thought it was so cool, I decided to duplicate it (sort of) here. At the end of this post is a list of questions. Type your answer to each of these in Flickr Search. From the results, using the first page only, choose an image. Copy+Paste the URLs of the chosen images in FD’s Mosaic Maker. Insert the resulting Mosaic in your blog post. Drop a link to... Read more
I’ve playing piano and organ, and helping sing for a wedding tomorrow afternoon. Weddings are always a beautiful thing, when it comes right down to it, but I’m usually not that excited about the preparations. Brides are fussy creatures, by nature, and they naturally want things to turn out well on such a special day. They’ve got ideas about what they want, but they’re not always too savvy about the specific rules that govern Catholic weddings, even if they are... Read more
Not be be confused with a song by U2, there’s a hymn dating from 1774 by William Cowper, “God Moves in s Mysterious Way,” and I’m not sure if it’s possible to have penned a more accurate statement. I can’t figure God out, no matter how much time I spend thinking about it. Mysterious, indeed! I know, I know… Why does He do this? That? The other thing? In the Book of Isaiah (Chapter 55, verses 8 and 9), we... Read more
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