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OLD and NEW   Leave a comment

Easter is coming soon!  I love this time of year, though for now and forever it will always be linked with my dear husband’s death.

But life goes on and time continues to march on.  I have a niece getting married on what would have been Randy’s 60th birthday.  I love this niece and would have dearly loved to be there on her day, but this is the first birthday without Randy and I just can’t do it.  I only have so much emotional reserves, and I can’t paste on a happy face that day.

I got out my Easter things.  I don’t do a lot of decorating at Easter – not like Christmas.  I do have some favorite things I put out, and this is a picture of one of them:

I absolutely adore ceramic things.  And I never buy them.  I am very careful not to fill my house with too many “things”, and all the beautiful things made out ceramic I could buy definitely fit that!  But, I found this basket on sale years ago and so I bought it.  The cardboard painted eggs nestled inside it were from my mother.  She may have had them when she first got married — I am not sure, but they are least 60 years old and may be older.  I love combining old and new like this.  And for the next few weeks I’ll enjoy looking at my beautiful ceramic Easter basket.

 

Posted March 26, 2017 by Maureen in Musings

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SOMETHING DIFFERENT   Leave a comment

Have you ever wanted a change?  Wanted to shake things up, try something new, disrupt your routine, expand your horizons?

I have.  I do.  The feeling comes on me suddenly and persists until I do something.  Perhaps it is that springtime is around the corner?  Shake off the cold and dark of winter and welcome in new flowers, growth, and more light?  Or is it triggered by the Lent season?

I’m not sure what is causing the feeling, but I have learned that when I get that deep itch to do something different, I need to answer it.  For this year’s itch I haven’t figured out what, exactly, to do.  I’ve been praying a lot about to be used by God and have striven to make myself available for what His will is and where it will lead me.  Is that the change?  Or should I just paint my bedroom a different color?

What about you?  Do you ever change things up in your life, or yourself? 

Time

Posted March 5, 2014 by Maureen in Musings, Randomness

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Resolve about Resolutions   Leave a comment

Happy New Year!  My  hope and prayer is for faith, health, and joy for everyone this year.

I don’t make New Years resolutions.  I have from time to time over the years.  And I’ve never kept them.  Maybe because I will wriggle out from under any label or box someone tries to put me in.  Maybe it is because I don’t enjoy too much doing what I should or have to do.  Or, maybe I’m just lazy. 

So for many years now I have resolved to not have any resolutions each year.  I am always striving to keep my weight down, exercise more, eat better, keep in touch with family and friends better, and contribute to the greater good of mankind regularly.  So what else is there to resolve?  A friend of mine is doing a “12 in 2012” thing.  Something about trying 12 new foods, meeting 12 new people, learning 12 new exercises, and 9 more things I can’t remember the details of.  Which I think is great for her – don’t get me wrong.  If that is what she wants and she enjoys it — then God bless her.  It is just not for me.

What about you?  Do you do resolutions?  And what would they be if you were to?

Posted January 8, 2012 by Maureen in Musings, Randomness

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The Gospel according to…..Me!   1 comment

I’ve read the entire Bible through —– I don’t know how many times.  I don’t keep count.  One of the things I noticed was the writers do not write as you would write a novel.  They often leave descriptions out, conversations out, details out.  And so, in my imagination and fancy, I will sometimes “fill in” what I perceive to be missing pieces of the story.  And that is the Gospel according to me.

For example:  In Exodus chapter 14 we read about the how the Israelite people left Egypt and crossed by dry land through the Red Sea.  Terrific story!  Lots of drama, suspense, etc.  But there were some details left out, and here is where my imagination takes over.

When I read that story, I see many hundreds of thousands of people scurrying through two walls of water.  Yes — high walls.  Of water.  Fantastic, don’t you think?  Except the people aren’t paying too much attention because they are frightened and anxious and in a hurry.  They are clutching their belongings and their loved ones.  You can hear the creak of the wheels on the wagons as they move over the dry ground.  The animals are making noises.  Babies are crying.  Mothers are shushing their children, scolding them to walk faster.  The men are urging the animals forward.  The adults are darting glances and looks into the walls of water on either side of them as they move as fast as they can to reach the other side.

And in my mind I see: a little boy, about 6 or so.  He has no worries, no concerns.  He does not pay attention to the pillar of fire and cloud, nor does he think about the Egyptians bearing down on them or the fact he will have to eat bread without yeast in it because there was no time to add it before they left.  He is barefoot, carefree.  He is delighted with the walls of water.  As a child born and raised in Egypt he has never seen so much water before.  Delighted with this new thing, he has his arm outstretched, fingers just touching the water, running beside it, giggling and laughing, as his fingers get wet and make splashes.  The adults call to him, scolding, trying to catch him.  But he runs, laughing, splashing; and other children immediately see the fun in that and join in with him so that soon there is a whole line of children with their arms outstretched, fingers in the water, running over the dry ground, towards the Promised Land.

Posted January 5, 2011 by Maureen in Christian, Musings, Stories

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A drop in the ocean   Leave a comment

Today was a totally beautiful day on the coast.  As I stood on the walkway, leaning over the rails, I watched the waves rolling in past the pier.  They would hit each of the cement pilings and build up, crashing, splashing, rolling until their final crash on the beach.  Just the tiniest breath of wind hit my face.  The sun was shining brightly in a cloudless sky, and the waves rolled on and on, crashing and splashing.

I looked at the waves and wondered: Did that water crash on some other beach?  Perhaps that water traveled from Hawaii, with its beautiful beaches, tropical trees, and volcanos.  Did that water happen to lap up on the beach in Negombo, Sri Lanka, where I was in 2007?  Did Sinhalese fishermen watch the water as it flowed on their beach, not knowing it would make a journey most of the world away, to crash at the feet of someone who had been on that same beach?

My fancy continued.  Was there a drop in those waves that had been high in the sky over the Andes?  And had slowly made its way back down the long trek to the ocean, to join other drops, to finally make its way to California, to crash at my feet on the beach this morning?

I seem like a drop in the ocean sometimes.  Just one little drop among so many others. Who notices where I go and what I see and who comes with me?  And where will this drop go next?  Where will that drop I saw this morning go next?  Maybe I will see it again.

Posted November 13, 2010 by Maureen in Musings

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Firsts….   Leave a comment

First. Such a nice word. “My first”. Even better. “Never done that before”. Exciting! “Let me try something new”. Kinda scary. But not.

I was walking along the San Francisco Bay after work today and walked past a small, roughly triangle-shaped piece of land that had short grasses and probably wild flowers growing in it. I did not see any footpaths or animals paths through it. It reminded me of an old story idea that I never did anything with. I got the idea while driving and saw the medians along the freeway. Sometimes on one side or the other; sometimes in the middle. For the story I would mean the bigger ones in the middle, with trees and even sometimes you can walk there and not be seen from the road. Wouldn’t it be great to write a story about a world that exists there?

Medianworld. And there would be little people who lived there and had adventures and a whole culture and a religion about the vehicles whoosing by at such great speeds. Medianites. Mites for short. They would fight off the hawks and other predators that swooped down to catch the small animals that were their friends. They would build underground towns (not cities) and live simply. There would be brave ones among them who would venture out to the edge, daring the whoosing terrors. Lots of possibilities there.

It was only a glance to the side as I walked by that small patch of grassland next to the trail, but the echos of possibilities are still bouncing around in my mind.

Posted September 28, 2010 by Maureen in Musings

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