Today has been almost as surrealistic as the dream I had just before I woke up this morning. I’m still unsettled, and have no great insight yet about it. I recorded the dream this morning. Looking back, it seems to mirror my wandering through this strange day of interruptions.
I’m wide awake lost in a maze of hallways
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Here’s a children’s sermon from Diane for all us adults who may not like what we see in the mirror. Or the news we just got from the doctor about what’s coming down the road. Read on… Read the rest of this entry »
Fall 1969. Sometimes you just do what needs to be done. We landed in a deeply Southern South at a time when it seemed the USA was falling apart. We left behind a rather freestyle Northeastern city for a Bible College that runs things ‘by the book.’ Read the rest of this entry »
Am I already pregnant? It’s mid-September 1969. We arrived at the Bible College several weeks ago. Classes have begun. We just found out that our health insurance, including maternity care, won’t kick in for at least a month. Read the rest of this entry »
Oops! Maybe that flame-out rescue from his nightmare of dire darkness, the one George MacDonald asked for in the last sonnet, was a bit hasty. Not because it wasn’t worthy of God, but…. Read the rest of this entry »
Ethel Ema Eckel, Feb 1889 – Jan 1918
This elegant woman has been frozen in my mind most of my life. Hanging on the wall just like this. I don’t know when this picture was taken.
I’ve seen only two other photos of her. One was taken a year after she married Read the rest of this entry »
August 1969. Does anyone know what a Faculty Wife is? We’re on our way from Cambridge, Massachusetts to Columbia, South Carolina. When we married in 1965, we moved to Cambridge for D’s graduate studies.
For me, this meant liberation from sometimes intrusive expectations and scrutiny. Read the rest of this entry »
A gracious breeze blew through the air
and cooled my face this evening
The sky pale blue with rosy clouds
Wrapped up the faded setting sun
The moon gleamed high above it all
In white with shadowed face
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It’s July 1991. Diane’s sermon for the children is a foretaste of what’s coming down the road. It’s difficult to diagnose ALS. Small physical losses may be due to other things. Yet each loss invites her to reconsider the detailed plans for her life. Read the rest of this entry »
Do dragons and lop-winged birds sometimes howl around in your head and emotions? Earlier this week I felt a bit like George MacDonald–caught in ‘darkness dire.’ So where will we find him in today’s sonnet? My comments follow. Read the rest of this entry »
