This morning small verses began popping into my mind. In fact, they haven’t stopped coming. So here’s #1 with brief comments about my hospital visit six days ago to get a pacemaker.
#1
Stripped to my
Lowest common denominators
I lie naked
My worst nightmare, especially at this age: Read the rest of this entry »
Do you want nothing but the best? If so, George MacDonald tells us exactly how to get it. My comments follow his sonnet. Read the rest of this entry »
Very short post today, dear friends, with one purpose: to introduce you to Lucy, my new pacemaker! I’ve given this very deep thought in the last several days, and concluded that a pacemaker isn’t just another gadget. Read the rest of this entry »
Tuning the heart of the Longwood Organ. Note grand piano ‘pipe’ in the back!
Counting down–
Tired body and mind
on alert
Waiting—for
what I do not know
to happen Read the rest of this entry »
Nothing is as amazing as God’s grace. MacDonald’s sonnet captures it with an image that invites me to hand over something I hold dear. My comments follow. Read the rest of this entry »
Rosebud popping out and a vacant bird nest for rent near Longwood’s large lake
Yesterday was gorgeous! Cloudy, breezy, mild. Perfect for visiting Longwood Gardens. Here are some favorites taken, as always, by D. All I did was Read the rest of this entry »
Perfectionism is cowardly, not brave.
On a happy outing with D and our children, somewhere on the West Coast, 1976
It’s now 1975-76. I’m in the last year of my master’s program at Fuller Seminary. D and I were happily married when we arrived at seminary. In fact, my happiest memories up to then are about my relationship with D. A little conflict is to be expected, right? Read the rest of this entry »
Have you read George MacDonald’s adult fantasy, Lilith? I couldn’t help making a connection between this sonnet, the plot of Lilith, and Easter. My comments follow the sonnet.
August 12
Thou art my knowledge and my memory,
No less than my real, deeper life, my love.
I will not fool, degrade myself to trust
In less than that which maketh me say Me,
In less than that causing itself to be.
Thou art within me, behind, beneath, above—
I will be thine because I may and must.George MacDonald, Diary of an Old Soul
Augsburg Fortress Press 1994
Today is Maundy Thursday. You’ll read this on Good Friday. I’ve been thinking this week about Jesus’ relationship with God as he drew closer to death.
Jesus laid aside many things during his brief time on this earth. Read the rest of this entry »
Telling the Truth 