Friday, August 24, 2012

Leaping abounds

There has been all kinds of leaping this week. Leaping out of the way of frustration, uncertainty, and even some leaping for joy. It's been a long leap in one particular area and now that
I can move forward, there's a residue of  learned impulse and looking over my shoulder to saying,
" Really, I can go now?"

One step at a time.
That is the only way to go.
Anne Lamot would say it would be best to take things, "Bird by bird."

That just might work.

Leaping via faith, with a flock of birds to carry me through the really long jumps.
That sounds like Holy Spirit kind of transportation.
By the way, HS - I really appreciate the ride.

Let's go for tour of some new territory.
We've got the go ahead.
Let's fly.

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Thursday, August 23, 2012

Fuchsia flowers I love

On Monday I had some time to wander around a local greenhouse a capture some photos of the lovely flowers that were growing there. They are called Hibiscus and vary in color. These were growing about 4-5 feet in height with blooms at least a foot wide.                          Here are a few examples or their beauty. 

For the white, and fuchsia and all the colors in between - I'm thankful.


That summer in the west I walked sunrise
to dusk, narrow twisted highways without shoulders,
low stone walls on both sides. Hedgerows
of fuchsia hemmed me in, the tropical plant
now wild, centuries after nobles imported it
for their gardens. I was unafraid,
did not cross to the outsides of curves, did not
look behind me for what might be coming.
For weeks in counties Kerry and Cork, I walked
through the red blooms the Irish call
the Tears of God, blazing from the brush
like lanterns. Who would have thought
a warm current touching the shore
of that stone-cold country could make
lemon trees, bananas, and palms not just take,
but thrive? Wild as the jungles they came from,
where boas flexed around their trunks —
like my other brushes with miracles,
the men who love you back, how they come
to you, gorgeous and invasive, improbable,
hemming you in. And you walk that road
blazing, some days not even afraid to die.

"Fuchsia" by Katrina Vandenberg, from The Alphabet Not Unlike the World. © Milkweed Editions, 2012.
 Reprinted with permission.

Wednesday, August 22, 2012


Sources of light can bring warmth, discovery, and safety.
May your day be filled with moments of authentic warmth,
discovery of new joys, and the safety of a heart that is supported just enough to reach out
and help someone that is surrounded by darkness.

Monday, August 20, 2012

Monday Memo: Do Grace

There is always a tension between hope and reality.
The messy miss-matchedness of reality against our hopes can 
be a startling contrast.
This shock can either paralyze or motivate action.
My prayer is that the contrast be a
motivator, not a perfectionistic taskmaster.
But an encourager. A do-what-you-can doer.
A gentle, graceful hope and action motivator.

Sunday, August 19, 2012

Sunday thanks for the messy and the marvelous

Marking things and people I'm thankful for is a prayer practice that I've worked at off and on for years. Recently I've been reading the book 1000 Gifts (Which inspires the reader to live fully WHERE THEY ARE as well as live into an attitude of thankfulness.) and have started to write down some things I'm thankful for in a "Smash book". (For more info on what a smash book, watch the clip below.)

So here goes it for a few things from a late summer Sunday that I'm thankful for. (If you'd like to join in on this online "Smash page" feel free to post in the comments below) Thanks for reading - You're smashing yourself.

1. Singing and joking with my friends in the worship band.
2. Sharing "Herman" in my kid's message.
3. Surprise puppy that attended worship with it's owner.
4. Grey Grey
5. People who get what is important and encourage pursuing after it.
6. Passing the peace.
7. Car rides with my family, dog and bike in tow.
8. Having foot races with my nephew Eli. (and winning.:))
9. The ticking sound my bike makes when coasting down a hill with the wind blowing in my face.
10. Red velvet ice cream.
11. Red and orange sun rises.
12. Glasses of cold icy water after a long bike ride.
13. Scrabble, twizzlers and lots of belly laughs.
14. Grandma Janet
15. Girl talk.
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