Thursday, August 26, 2010

A Bit of an Update

Here I am for an update on impending madness! Oh joy! For starters, it is almost september and that means it is crunch time. Katherine's birthday is just under 2 weeks and she had her ears pierced on monday, so time is certainly flying by without much heed for the little people. Things are busy as to be expected from end of summer mayhem, but it is a bit of a beat down with Dormition Fast right now. Every year I try to psych myself up for the fact that it is 'only' 2 weeks, but then I end up a couple days in, up against the wall and feeling rather spent and tossed about. So be it, I know there is a purpose and right now, there is only the rest of today and all of tomorrow before it is finished anyway. We will sing one of THE most moving hymns that goes like this:
O ye apostles, assembled here from the ends
of the earth, bury my body in Gethsemane:
and Thou my Son and God, receive my Spirit.
Just imagine that in those simple and few words, there is a portrayal of sorrow and joy, such bittersweetness and melancholic fluidity, yet still so heartening and restful. Anyway, that is what I will be looking forward to tomorrow evening and saturday morning. :o)

Jay has begun school at half time and we shall see if he can handle the stress and homework, please do keep us in your prayers as we venture further into this semester. Katherine's schooling is the same as per usual, but I am going to try to get some copy work for her together to work on which is found on Paidea Classics home website, for anyone else interested. We shall see how I do. I am going to try to get a 'school basket' together to keep everything somewhat contained.

I have spilled the beans and told Meema that we have been thinking about coming for Thanksgiving and, while travel of any kind during any schooling for Jay is against my better judgement, the woman is 94 and who knows how many opportunities to see her. I say that now, but she has made it this far and is still doing all of her volunteering, gardening, housework, just never know. I really want to just hole up until spring and hibernate away the chill, frost and snow until reemerging after Nativity, but for Meema, we may have to make an exception.

I really have come to despise food. It is the bane of my existence most days and if I didn't have to eat in order to function and survive, I would give it up altogether. It is a necessary evil, in my lowly opinion, but I trying desperately to be grateful for this struggle because if it weren't this, it would be something else...after all, life is a trade-off! Yes, it is a struggle. Yes, sometimes I wish it away and curse it in my head. Yes, it causes me distress and frustration. But I do suppose that it keeps me aware, constantly and consistently, and it teaches me in a different way to understand how I must be watchful and aware of my spiritual struggles and the good fight. It parallels the basics of physical life with that of the spiritual realm and how things are not so different. I must approach my spiritual growth and health with the sort of dedication and resolve as I do the importance of dietary concern for my family. I am learning that, although the fight is worthy, it is not always easy, nor will it always be the same. Its face will change to conform itself into whatever way that it may better tempt me to destroy my will and understand the gravity and purpose of true humility. I cannot change what we need, I can only control the factors that worsen the problem and stand here vigilant in protection of my family's well-being. It is tiresome, thankless and limiting, but then again, who am I to decide how trial by fire shall present itself to us. Determination, through prayer and perseverance, is the only tried and true way through the fires, so onward we trudge, with me and my feet stuck in the muddy swamps of humanity, tired from its painstaking reality and encouraged by the beauty of grasses and cattails that flourish and attract the life of birds and other creatures as they teach me the simplicities in life that I overlooked in years past.

Today I read this psalm, one of my favorite, and I wanted to share it here:

Psalm 27 (KJV)

1The LORD is my light and my salvation; whom shall I fear? the LORD is the strength of my life; of whom shall I be afraid?

2When the wicked, even mine enemies and my foes, came upon me to eat up my flesh, they stumbled and fell.

3Though an host should encamp against me, my heart shall not fear: though war should rise against me, in this will I be confident.

4One thing have I desired of the LORD, that will I seek after; that I may dwell in the house of the LORD all the days of my life, to behold the beauty of the LORD, and to enquire in his temple.

5For in the time of trouble he shall hide me in his pavilion: in the secret of his tabernacle shall he hide me; he shall set me up upon a rock.

6And now shall mine head be lifted up above mine enemies round about me: therefore will I offer in his tabernacle sacrifices of joy; I will sing, yea, I will sing praises unto the LORD.

7Hear, O LORD, when I cry with my voice: have mercy also upon me, and answer me.

8When thou saidst, Seek ye my face; my heart said unto thee, Thy face, LORD, will I seek.

9Hide not thy face far from me; put not thy servant away in anger: thou hast been my help; leave me not, neither forsake me, O God of my salvation.

10When my father and my mother forsake me, then the LORD will take me up.

11Teach me thy way, O LORD, and lead me in a plain path, because of mine enemies.

12Deliver me not over unto the will of mine enemies: for false witnesses are risen up against me, and such as breathe out cruelty.

13I had fainted, unless I had believed to see the goodness of the LORD in the land of the living.

14Wait on the LORD: be of good courage, and he shall strengthen thine heart: wait, I say, on the LORD.

So very appropriate for me in most cases, but I was moved to the verge of tears this morning as I realized how much I needed to hear it as the words and meaning resounded in my ears and then ricocheted into my heart to settle in and feed my soul.

Good day to all, may you be blessed in al your journeys.

Friday, August 20, 2010

A Typical Sort of Day With My Little Love

I would like to recap our day of 'schooling', which does not look a lot like a 'conventional' and 'institutional' sort of day, but seems much more learning friendly and greatly tells of why we choose to school at home.

Wake up, whenever, but some days earlier than others. Get dressed, say prayers, get breakfast of homemade granola together and sit down to eat as a family (the only time we may not get to is if Papa has a class that may conflict with timing.) We eat and talk together, Katherine clears all the dishes, we get out her art supplies so she can draw during the reading of a Bible story and Psalms, as per routine. This morning, Papa and Katherine laid on the floor and did art together while I read. After a bit of reading and whenever she finished her art, she came to the table for the first of new copy work printed off of the computer. She likes that it has a picture to color related to 'E', I like that she will have practice writing capital 'E' to work on fine tuning her writing skills. She finishes her work, colors the picture and moves on to eating a fresh peach out of the basket from yesterday's basket blessing of fruit after the liturgy for Transfiguration. I find my way outside to the little garden patch while she plays a little make believe until I point out a grasshopper sunning himself on the cucumber plant. She proceeds to find a way to gather him up and, over a process and time, she eventually makes him just the right home so that he is comfortable, all the while observing her newfound critter. She has named him, 'Grassy', and we can all imagine why. Her interest and care are so magnified and marvelous that I find myself having a certain cheer in my heart as she gleefully shows me her little fellow. Unbeknownst to her, she goes to school most days of the year, without fail, even on sick days when we read together and she watches a documentary about Dolphins, or some such.

Every day is not exactly the same, but the routine remains and her curiosity only seems to grow for the world around her. She loves creatures great and small. She loves her friends and playing make believe. She loves helping in the kitchen and making dinner while encouraging us to 'relax' while she takes care of it. She knows herbs and other plants that grow and whether or not you can eat them. She grazes on lemon balm and basil, carrots and chard while she brings the worlds splendor into her realm of childhood that is all but forgotten anymore. She beckons to the sun, the sky and the moon and they bend to her imagination as she adds to their beauty through her innocence and youth. She is practical, a dreamer, a thinker, a storyteller, a grower, an artist and, best of all, she is a child, with a chance to flourish in her natural world and discover what it all means. I have no doubt that she already keeps the secrets of life wrapped up in her sweet little heart that she carried with her in her years of short life. Those secrets already make sense, now to make sense of the surrounding world and its offerings. She is simple, funny, beautiful, astounding...she is my love.

Sunday, August 15, 2010

My Russian Orthodox Church

I would like to begin by saying that this is a bit on why I belong to a Russian Orthodox Church. It escapes people, at times, why an American might choose to attend a church whose language and culture are not their own. I hope to clear a little bit of that up, even if you weren't wondering, I hope it is a good read.

Let's see, when I was 3 years old, my parents became Orthodox Christians in a tiny town so far north in California, it may as well have been Oregon, which is where we eventually moved some years later. I believe all of the people in our little church were american converts from other various backgrounds, but mostly from Catholicism. The church itself was established under the Western American Russian Orthodox Church Outside Russia, so imagine that we were part of the Russian Diocese, but not a one of us is of prominent Russian ancestry. So, basic bit of history which might lead a person to believe that I might go where we go because that is simply what I grew up with, but it isn't as easy as all that. After we moved up to Oregon, there was a period of time that we had a dry spell in having a priest and there aren't exactly a plethora of Orthodox churches in southern Oregon, so it isn't as if we would have had our pick and so a separation occurred between myself and the faith of my youth.

Fast forward to years later and I would meet my, now husband, though he lived in the far off land of Colorado. He went home after a week, we emailed, talked on the phone, I came out for a visit and so did he, we met each other's families and then I moved to CO. Whew! After I moved out here, he kept asking about finding a church to attend together and, having been to some Protestant youth groups with friends in my early teen years, I didn't find any comfort in the prospect of looking into any as an adult. Deep down inside, I think the spark was still flickering, something probably only kindled by the prayers of my mom and dad, but fed nonetheless. So, instead of totally writing it off with his talk of churches, I called my mom for an address. We ventured from Fort Collins down to Denver to show him what I grew up with and that was the beginning of everything. He wanted more of what he saw and experienced because it was the same as in Jerusalem and he was apparently searching for it for 5 years, only not knowing where to look.

Ok, so now you get why we are attending church...basically, the Grace of God with a side of initiative. That being said, we didn't HAVE to attend this particular parish, no one forced us to drive from Fort Collins to Denver, 70+ miles one way, to come to this exact church. I do believe that we passed a few along the way, but what could be the draw? Well, this is where we were drawn, I suppose you could say, in, somewhat, the same way I was drawn from Oregon more than 1000 miles eastward to Colorado, just knowing that it was the right thing to do, even though we had only known each other for 5 months at that point, and long-distance, at that!

On to the topic at hand, why a culturally and linguistically different church when there is a variety of Orthodox churches throughout the Denver area? To be honest, in the earlier days, it never even occurred to me to go to any other parish, it was where Jay was baptised, we were married and Katherine was baptised, we have history. That is a good start, but what is more, why have we stayed this whole time, especially when people STILL look at us sideways when we say, "I'm sorry, I don't speak Russian." All as we help them in the kiosk, bookstore or are volunteering for an event.

I will say this much, the people with whom we attend church are Orthodox Christian's and many happen to be Russian as well, as to be expected. Our specific roots go directly back to Russia, who trace their own parentage to Greece. So, as things would be, America is among the next step in the lineage for many Orthodox Churches, who will also reclaim their roots in many countries, as well as, establish new ones in others. So, first and foremost, I go to church with many Orthodox Christian's whose heritage is Russian. They are our church family, plain and simple.

Another aspect is the language because, let's be honest, how could we overlook it? How do we know where we are in the service and isn't it confusing, what are they saying? Well, for anyone to understand this completely, they would have had to have experienced an Orthodox liturgy, or even a vigil and its timeless and effortless beauty. I was not versed in anything more than, 'Gospodi Pomiluy', means, 'Lord have Mercy', so you can imagine it has been a journey and, in fact, it gave me reason to ponder my innermost thoughts and intentions in life. When things become habitual, I am not unlike your average person, who will take its worth for granted and, in this case, I had a way of memorizing the prayers to the point of glazing over their purpose and they just became words. With the Slavonic, I had to focus on the words to try to pinpoint repetition and patterns, but I also fell in love with the melodies and intensity that only another language can enhance. At times, it is as though the prayers are flowing through me, in and out of the entirety of the church in an infinitely profound and yet, simple, manner.

In closing, I will say that when I listen, God leads my heart into 'green pastures and He leadeth me beside the still waters, He restoreth my soul: He leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake.' (Ps. 23 2-3) I have to imagine that if I was to choose something different from this church it would have more to do with a lacking in my faith or if that is where we are meant to follow, than my parish lacking in having its roots here where I was born. Anyone who looks at me funny for being a part of a Russian Orthodox parish just must not see Christ in Her, because He is the reason we are there, nothing more and nothing less.

Thanks for listening...the next one won't likely be quite so long, but you never know.

Saturday, August 14, 2010

A Slow, but Lovely Saturday

So, today is saturday and we are having a slow day around the Dunn household. It is much needed and appreciated. Some nice Ancient Faith Radio is playing in the background, the smell of cookies and purple oat coffeecake bread stuff and a little girl who is chomping at the bit for some of it to eat.

Speaking of the girl, I finished her shrug for her birthday, I just have to be sure to wait that long. Hee hee! Val, from wednesday night knitting, said she has some sculpey clay stuff that we can make some buttons out of for my and Katherine's shrugs. I just have to get on making mine and I will have successfully used the yarn my mommy got me for my hat and my long-sleeved shrug.

I can't think of much else at this point, oh, but wait, there's more! I found a twenty dollar bill in my purse hidden in an envelope and I will now have money to get some fruit to be blessed on thursday after the liturgy for Transfiguration! (Or at least that is my take on it!) Glory to God for all things, whatever they may be!

Thursday, August 12, 2010

Dog Ice?

I have been freezing lemon juice, either fresh squeezed or Santa Cruz Organics not from concentrate lemon juice that I dilute, to be used in any case a person may want. Jay likes lemon in his water, so that is what gave me the idea! He thinks they are great and they offer a regulated amount of lemon juice, so you can figure out how much works best. I was even thinking that you could make a simple syrup to sweeten any cold beverage just a little, like iced tea! You could have one of each, a tad of lemon with a touch of sweetness.

Part of the fun is that we got these silicone ice molds in the shape of Scotty Dogs! The best part is that they work like nothing else and I highly recommend silicone molds for ice! Anyone else have any ideas?


Well, I am writing today to try to stay in the habit, but I am less than lacking in motivation. Jay has a migraine and hasn't really been 'well' in weeks, Katherine is having a fussy sort of day which leads me to believe that she is fighting off a bug, or something, and I woke up late and very groggy. There, that about sums up the whole day.

On another note, I am getting close to finishing Katherine's shrug for her birthday and, when she asked who it is for, I told her, "A little girl." The good thing is that she knows that I make things to donate, so that means that she won't likely question much, even if she suspects it. It is very pretty and I really like the pattern, so I will try to post pictures as soon as it gets finished.

Ah, the impending fall, I can hard wait for the settling that follows. I know it is still a month away, or more, technically and I do alright with the nice weather, but there is so much to do out of the house, it is hard to find time to just be. I find a calming peace in the change of seasons from hot, busy and crazy, to cooler, settling and abundant with harvest foods.

With Jay's health the way it is, I am not sure that we will be able to do anything at all for holidays away from home, whether it is across town, the state or country, so you can imagine that it may be a slow holiday season as well. We shall see, as he will be taking steps to try to reduce his overall stress. Such is life, or at least ours.

Well, I am off to see if Jay needs his second round of migraine meds. Glory to God for all things (not just what we like or want)

Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Grab Bag Sort of Day

So far today, I have managed to felt bowls that felted to the inside of themselves and swear off that project for knitting for the day and got started on a cute shrug for Katherine out of some Yarn that I know she will really like. Coffee out with some fellow knitters is always a good remember for mishaps and frustration to commiserate about projects gone wrong. Knitting again tonight at the Knitting Habitat for some very welcome sit and knit time with the girls. I figure if I get on a roll knitting, I had better ride the wave.

In other news, our swiss chard is growing EXTREMELY well and we have been eating its bounty regularly. The lettuce is growing nicely as well and the greek mini basil remains a family favorite as it flourishes to, seemingly, no end. Katherine's 'k'arrot patch is thriving as she thins through some of the smaller ones and has gotten to harvest a couple of fat, short multi-colored carrots. The carnival blend really is something great, so if you have a chance to grow these carrots, I highly recommend it, they are low-maintenence and fun.

Classical music is playing on in the background, which reminds me that Katherine is asking to learn to play the violin. Jay found a lady who does group lessons by the semester and another place that rents violins, so we will have to add it all up and see if we can't get her started on a trial basis. Who knows, she may end up the next world-reknowned violinist, after Elana, of course. Though art is still her true focus and love in life, she will always be partial to some markers and paper, or maybe some paints. I hope to also procure a membership to the Denver Art Museum, but we will have to search the budget for that as well, and Jay wants to see if they offer any discount for disabled veterans. Lots of places seem to offer a discount or even free admission, but it isn't always advertised, so we will have to check it out.

We are on a super tight budget for the next 1.5-2 weeks, so that has meant that I have had the opportunity to rediscover my bike. So, I ride a lot more and a tank of gas in Leafa has lasted much longer. I went big shopping ahead of time knowing we wouldn't get paid for a little while and, Glory to God, it has lasted and run out at just the right times. I only have things like onions and tomato on my list to supplement what we have. Dormition fast starts soon for 2 weeks, so that will simplify our menu a bunch too, but I only hope to have enough money to get some nice fruit to have blessed on Transfiguration after the liturgy.

Well, I had better get on with the day and see about my yellow split pea soup with celery and carrots and say my prayers and have all my ducks in a row before heading out of the door again! Until next time!

Tuesday, August 10, 2010

Ponderings of late

There is a mess of stuff floating around in my head right now, and I don't feel as if I can describe it all, while at the same time, I feel compelled to rest them in writing. Sometimes when it is outside myself, it stops bumping around inside my head.

Lately, I have been pondering love...again. Sure, it is a constant in life: whether or not we have it, when will we have it, this possession of love that somehow gratifies and justifies our sense of being. We seem to feel entitled to love, as if we deserve it without any hitch and as though we can somehow stuff it into our pocket and take it out at will when it pleases us. We objectify it as if it will change based on our needs, so then we have fickle love, but is that real love? We use it as a weapon when we feel hurt or wish to make a point and we do our very best to mold it into something predictable. It makes us feel our best and our worst and it comes between the best of us.

In our attempts to harness the thing that is love, it seems as if we lose sight of what love actually is, that it just is. If it is true love, there are no bounds within which it must reside. If it is love, we cannot measure its expanse, nor describe its vast enveloping depth. If we know love, it is because we do not struggle to force it into our definition of what we think it should be. If we find love, it is because we have become willing to accept what that looks like. When the heart is open, we can never be sure what will wander in, but one thing is sure, we may get hurt because our pride will give way to the humility that is love. When we do not restrict love through our own imperfections, we can fully experience all that is love.

Just a little thought of the day...maybe more later.

Monday, August 9, 2010

Another post?

If you haven't noticed, I am working on getting my blog up to speed with life and keep up with writing more often. It has been a long road, but I am at a point where writing will prove to be a calming outlet as I journey through this next bit of life.

Up next, a buzzing and slow couple of weeks before absolute mayhem hits. Jay starts classes on August 23, Katherine is seeking more structure in her 'schooling' and I have started prepping to have more available and offering a little more than before. The Russian Firebird Festival approaches, on September 18, and I am feeling the crunch to get some knitting done. It will happen, but I have projects on hold that I want to finish, I just have to somehow schedule in the right amount of time to work on each and get them done in a timely fashion.

Tomorrow, I have a coffee date with a good friend, we always talk too much and I am looking forward to it. I will bring muffins from home to have with my Americano (or regular coffee) and my knitting, I just haven't figured out what I should bring to work on. I am glad to be a knitter, it keeps me sane...I have learned more patience knitting than I have my entire life of trying to apply myself to being patient. Jay and Kat will be fishing and I will be pleasantly surprised and giddy if they bring me some dinner. In all honesty, I am glad that they have this time together, more than anything and I love that they bond. She even has 'school' while fishing, she knows more fish than I do! I am impressed with their adventures, but I don't she will quite know how much until she is much older.

Well, I ought to get some sleep for tomorrow's busyness! Love to all!

Sunday, August 8, 2010

Thunderstorms and Musings

I am sitting here in the near dark on this wonderful sunday evening as the wind stirs the plants about and sets the chimes to swinging. I think this is the third thunderstorm of the day, but only the second actual rain. The first was very calm and this one has come to make itself known with bright flashes of lightening and bold, rolling thunder. The air rushes through leaves and rain to create an almost oceanic experience. Coolness is seeping through the screen in the doors and windows as the curtains sway and billow. There is something to it, having these forceful, blustery times because it gently subdues my chaotic mind. The sound, coupled with smells and feeling, wash over me to offer a soothing and comforting blanket of reassurance. It is bigger than I. No matter my struggles, it will always be bigger. The tossing and turning that tends to overwhelm my day to day is drowned out in this exhibit of powerful presence and awe-inspiring movements of the nights own dream.

The storm seems to swirl around, as if it does not wish to leave. This give and take acts as in such a symbiotic way, it would be silly to try to imagine that it is not in some way perfected. Every drop from the clouds, every rumble of thunder, every flicker of lightening, timed to the exact moment of its arrival is just right. The cool breeze is heavenly after a warm summer day and the water that feeds our lively little garden makes me grateful. Grateful for things I do not fully understand, for knowing those things I cannot control and for being allowed an opportunity to experience peace, even if it is momentary. Though it seems that I might lack appreciation for these if they were ordinary and frequent, I am grateful to notice when things are calm and without conflict.

When I was young, I found so much tranquility in being in the rain, thunder or not. I would sing and the rain could hear me, whatever it might be on my heart. Perhaps I have learned to surrender my troubles when it rains and let them be washed away with everything else. All I know is this, whenever there is a good rain, I find it to be cleansing and that I am uplifted. I do not wish to question this gift, only accept its abundance when at all possible.

The bamboo chimes drift on the wind and beckon me to rest...good night all, for now and peace be unto all, wherever you may be.

Thursday, August 5, 2010

Randomness, but that's not surprising :o)

My little girl will be 7 in just under 5 weeks. She is big as can be, smart as ever and growing ever so fast. She has lost her top two teeth on top, which can be rather amusing at times because it is harder for her to speak, but a cute reminder to me of how much older she really is. She is still into Irish Stepdancing and has 'graduated' into the longer class for kids 7 and up. She is doing quite well and I love to watch her dance. She has recently shown an interest in playing the violin, so we shall see if it turns into more than a fancy, but we are looking into what it would take to get her started to see how she likes it.

September will be a big month, between Kat's birthday, first confession, the Russian Firebird Festival and our 8th wedding anniversary and it all starts with Labor day weekend! We still aren't exactly sure when to have her birthday party because the first weekend is Labor day, the following weekend we have loads of church and we are making the lunch for after church on sunday in celebration of Kat's b-day and confession, the weekend following that it is the festival and then we are at the last weekend of the month and September is nearly over! We can always choose something during the week, since most of her friends are homeschoolers and could make it as it is, but there are a couple obstacles there too, with Jay being in school. We will figure it out, I suppose.

Katherine is so excited for everything to happen. Some time this month she will meet with Fr. Boris to discuss her upcoming first confession, which she has been waiting, literally, years to be able to do. Not because she was necessarily ready, but because she has watched Jay and I go for all this time and now she gets to have her turn, she is big enough. Private confession is of dispute to lots of people who do not practice this in their faiths and, apparently, so is having confession at a certain age. The Church, not to mention science, hold that a person, by the age of 7, is conscious of their actions and know right from wrong in one way or other. This is a good case for having confession, at the very least, around the age of 7, if at all. I know why frequent confession in some churches is not practiced, but in some respects, it seems it does a disservice to many, but mainly the children who would be preparing for this particular Mystery, or Sacrament. If the Mystery of confession stands up there with communion, ordination, marriage and so on, I am wondering why we partake so rarely of it and why it should not be cared for better, as well as, encouraged to have a child become watchful of their actions and words. In any case, it is a big deal in our house, as it was when I was small, it is a part of our church life, that is so important to us and we are, with God's help, trying to prepare Katherine for her life in the Church and a good relationship with her Spiritual Father. In some ways, we are now stepping aside for a huge milestone to come and watch while she begins her next stage in her journey as a Christian and I feel blessed to be able to do so. I will leave it at this, it has been said that obedience is more than prayer and fasting (both of which seem to be questionable in today's world as well), so long as a person is under the care of their spiritual father, whose sole purpose is guidance toward the attainment of salvation, then it is as it ought to be.

Well, that was longer than intended, and there certainly could have been more, but that will have to do... In other news, I am noticing that I feel the changing in the seasons, with the cooler nights and muggy days that smell more like fall than summer, but public schools in our neighborhood already went back yesterday, leaving the streets so quiet that Jay put the two together by lunchtime. This year will, hopefully, prove to be less of a bear than spring semester...for Jay, for me and for Katherine. Things were SO hectic and insane that I don't know how we ever made it through, but for the grace of God, thankfully. I do love fall, no matter how I enjoy the changing of cooler weather into the warmth of spring and summer, fall will always be my oldest and dearest reverie. I was thinking the other day about how, although fall is the time that is leading us into the death and cold of winter, it is also the time of the harvest, when we gather the crop which has been sown in spring and summer to prepare for the road ahead. We reap the fruits of the trees and the plants of the ground as we settle in for the chilly quiet of winter. I suppose, in my mind and heart, fall is the excitable and intentional arrangements made before the rest of winters solitude, which seems to escape me all to often.

Well, if I think of anything, I will pop on here, but that is it for now. We had better get the day going before it hops along without us in tow. Until then...Glory to God for all things!

Tuesday, August 3, 2010

Today is Tuesday

How much time do we have?
A minute, week, month, year or decade
One thing is for sure, it will be a lifetime

This lifetime is deceiving in its entirety
A minute, week, month, a year or many
All add up to the blink of an eye

A continuous strand of lives intertwining throughout
Minutes, weeks, months, several years
Breath us in and out into its flow

We are but a single movement in this ebbing tide
This minute, week, month, years and then some
Fade into this streaming lifeline without hesitation

In the eyes of a child, this lifetime is truly lengthy
Every minute, week, month and year
It's so far away, it drifts in and out without end

The older we get, we realize the truth of all of this time
These minutes, weeks, months and years
Have already passed, when we thought they'd never come

The dreams of growing up and starting a family are so distant
In the minutes, weeks, months and years
Until time bares the fullness of its secret

This life is just the dream and we will awake when this body is gone
After these minutes, weeks, months and years
But we will keep those things we have stored up into our hearts and souls

So, let us cherish dearly those people in our passing
Minutes, weeks, months and years
As if we might awake at any time