She’s tired of talking socially
and so am I
We have calling hours
and a funeral ahead
Tag: Wonder
Individual life as a mosaic
The thought hit me while scrolling through old posts on this blog.
Does anyone you know actually maintain a tightly focused life?
You know, someone who proclaims, ”These are my goals and I’m sticking to them”?
Or is it more a matter of steering between the many things that just pop up, like they do on the merry-go-round here at the Red Barn?
Or more like a pinball machine, for those of us of a certain age?
In the end you just have to patch together whatever you can from the pieces, even while trying to fit them to the other folks around you?
You’ll have to zoom in to see the human figure
This cobble dune is much taller than you expect, and it is a natural wonder. In this photo, the sitting sunbather looks like one more small stone. Welcome to Jasper Beach in Machiasport, Maine.
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In those seemingly endless days of fog
Moody, sometimes chilly or clammy …
The foghorn from Canada, with its mournful G-note pitch …
Memories of Seattle …
Unseen dripping …
Garden slugs underfoot …
A wash of gray in such contrast to the glorious sunrises I’ve witnessed and photographed … yes, everything’s muted.
Nocturn
Yes, I loved her
imperfectly
the night, then, unclouded
from above or below
Maybe this summer I won’t be taking photos
Like read a very big book instead?
Looking for the pearls
When I first began reading contemporary poetry (for pleasure, independent of classroom assignment), I often sensed the poem existed as a single line or two, with the rest of the work as window dressing.
Now I read the Psalms much the same way, for the poem within the poem, or at least the nugget I’m to wrestle with on this occasion. Psalm 81, for instance, has both the “voice in thunder” and “honey from rock.” What exactly are those in my own experience?
Add to my once idealistic expectations, there was this
My goal of having our family operating on a Quaker Meeting decision-making process.
Yes, trying to find concesus with young children in the house. We’re all on board, right?
Let’s just say I failed here. My, was a naïve when I jumped in as a stepdad in my mid-50s!
Not just because of a rebellious younger member, whom I deeply adore. But also because of the parent/adult dynamics and tensions.
No doubt, I pictured myself as the clerk, that is moderator. The mother, however, is what the one in the movie My Fat Greek Wedding Declared, the throat, ultimately rules.
Saint Paul should stand fully corrected regarding the head of the household. The mother’s is great theology.
Just how are decisions really made in families? I’d love to listen in on the discussions.
Three eagles sitting in a tree
There had been five when I reached for my camera.
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There’s a flip side
I’ve been on a flippant streak.
Hope others have seen it as light-hearted or even funny rather than offensive.
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