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Here I Am, Lord

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I am continuing to learn what it means to be a Methodist.  I have become at home with the Methodist. It is the group that I have chosen to fellowship in community with – it is where my spiritual journey has taken me.  Last night, I went to my first “Charge Conference.” For those of you, like me, who have no idea what that is, it is sort of like their “annual business meeting.”  I’ve been to a whole lot of business meetings. I’ve served as a trustee.  I’ve served in some unofficial capacity of reminding the pastor to get ready for the annual business meeting.  I’ve typed the reports and compiled them.  I’ve taken minutes and participated in more business meetings than I care to remember. I’ve seen a lot of dispute at business meetings in church basements.  Questions, concerns, legitimate or not… on and on they went for hours.  Pontificating members with grandiose ideas in conflict with pompous members who had better ideas marred the meetings.  Negative members would lament and decry

Crybaby

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I had my emotional armor on all day yesterday.   Once I finally went to sleep last night, I fell into the deep sleep of exhaustion.   Emotional exhaustion drains you in ways that physical labor never could.   I could sense my attitude.   It was BAD… I was BA Lighari yesterday.   My emotional armor protected me as well as kept a lid on any eruptions. Class always starts with a devotional.   He picked a passage I’d memorized as a child.   I was zoning out until he asked what scornful meant – what does it mean to sit in the seat of the scornful – who are those people you don’t want to be around… hmm, not sure I agree with his interpretation but I perked up when someone said – you don’t want to be around “crybabies.” It rankled me.   I guess because I have shed so many tears and know that God collects my tears in His bottle.   I guess because I know the value of tears.   I was annoyed at the minimization of people whose pain causes them to cry.   I have learned that sometimes you just ca

Views of the Slop Sink

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It was the first year I walked the three short blocks and one and a half long blocks to PS 94 alone.  My BFF was taking several buses to a new school for smart children.  I missed her.  I wondered why she had to be so smart and leave me.   Everything at PS94 was big.  As I would crouch in the hallway with my head tucked under my arms for the air raid drills, I couldn’t imagine those massive doors collapsing.  In the fourth grade, I had the seat in front of one of those doors.  Mrs. Cedar presided over a corner room, near the staircase.  Rather than opposite the windows, the massive wooden closet that housed our coats and galoshes was in a narrow hallway that led to our room.  I had the first seat in the first row.  Since the door was always open, I had a view of those coming up and down the stairs as well as the slop sink.  Now for those of you who do not know what a slop sink is, it was a deep sink on every floor where you could go to wash your paint brushes.  Usually we were sent i

Morning and Evening Prayer

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Many religious traditions have set times for prayer.  The discipline of bowing one’s heart to God at a set time is something I’ve tried to cultivate with limited success.  Following the ancient Christians in the Daily Office is a desire of mine.  Yet, it’s discipline does not come easy for me. The entrance to our subdivision - picture taken from our driveway Our dog is walked twice a day.  Today it is very fall like.  There has been rain and the sky is grey.  The brilliant colors on the trees are muting.  But the birds… oh the birds… sometimes the cacophony of their sound is near deafening.  We have a chorus of birds that sing in the morning and sing in the evening.  Having a Franciscan bent, I thought, yes, little bird, praise God!  It seems that nature responds to the call to worship at sunrise and dusk.  Today as I walked our large yard I marveled at all I saw.  I can’t imagine those who walk but don’t see.  I remarked to someone yesterday about the beautiful little pines i

Nothing Ventured

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You know the old saying "Nothing Ventured, Nothing Gained?"  Well, a lot of times I venture - no one can accuse me of not venturing... however, I get very frustrated because I thought if I ventured, I'd gain... that hasn't been the case much of the time.  Now before you say - Oh there she goes again... this is not yet another lament of mine. Many of you have seen the pictures of the pies and cakes, etc., that I post on Facebook.  I even have one endorsement on Facebook "Branch Out" - it says,  “She makes great pastries!”   It's true.   I do...  She was a customer in my coffee shop.  I used to make amazing food - breakfasts, including huge omelets with spinach, feta, and mushrooms - and then there was those Pumpkin Spice Waffles with Cinnamon Butter - OMG, my mouth is watering... My chicken salad was known as the best and so popular I had to start selling it by the pound.  Once I was asked if I could ship it out of state - I think they wanted to have

A Minefield of Pathology

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I like to think I’m not terrible thin skinned.  It’s a myth.  I rather think the reality is that it’s a myth for most people. We are human.  We get hurt.  We hear something, read something, and all those mines in our emotional field go off.  Sometimes they all go off at once.  Other times, it’s one or two.  The booby-traps are everywhere.  Sometimes some unwitting (or sometimes dimwitted) person in a store triggers a life-time of feelings. That happened a lot in South Dakota.  A trip to Hy-Vee or Wal-Mart in Brookings SD usually resulted in my swearing to myself the whole way home. Other times it is a remark that you know isn’t personal but somehow, it gets under your skin.  It just sort of sits there – like an unattended wound, it festers. Last night two mines exploded in my heart.  My mood went from good to bad very quickly.  You try to remove yourself from the trigger but once it has been pulled, it is impossible to stop.  Boom – you never expected it – you didn’t see it coming

Nostalgia

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Maybe you've seen this scene from Madmen as the Kodak Carousel is introduced.   If not, go here and watch it and then come back to the blog. In Greek, nostalgia literally means, a pain from an old wound .  In someways, this blog has been about nostalgia.  Even those topics of current inspiration draw life from the past.  You never escape where you came from or who you were.  We change, we grow but somehow the past is always with us beckoning us to remember. I think the pain we feel as we recall the past is cause not by the wound by knowing we can't go back.  We see visions of the past and we want to go back. We want to go back not because we made some horrible mistake and need a do-over.  Rather we want to go back to experience the joy, the wonderment, the excitement, or any of the myriad of human emotions that can explode at anytime.  While a small substitute for time travel back to that moment, a memory can cause us to relive such joy and sometimes such pain. I've s

Is It Too Late?

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One of the last things I do at night is take melatonin.   I’ve been doing this for years.   Did you know it is a good antioxidant ?   But that’s not why I take it.   Coupled with watching TV in bed, it helps me turn off my brain.   I think too much.   Sometime between 3 a.m. and 5 a.m. I usually have to go to the bathroom.   It’s a by-product of age I suppose.   I walk to the bathroom with my eyes closed.   I never turn on the light.   It would wake me up too much and I want to go back to sleep.   Unfortunately, my brain has other plans.   I start thinking again. Last night I was thinking about blogging.   I was thinking I should write a happy cheerful blog.   I should write something so inspiring it even makes me feel better.   Of late, I seem to be in a place of sorrowful self-reflection.   The echoes of no follow my every movement. A friend of mine posted on Facebook some sappy words about keeping positive – it wasn’t directed to me.   It just was her new goals.   It was all full

Wanderlust

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It was a full day yesterday; first I met our youngest daughter for lunch at a deli that serves great pastrami.   Then I came home and made myself a NY Egg Cream – yum.   Last night we had a late supper with our son.   While the food was not as good as the deli, it was a great time of chatting.   He was coming down off an adrenaline high from a major test at Med School.   He was debriefing all the information crammed into his brain about cardiology and pathology.   He amazes me sometimes at what he retains in his brain and yet, he is never quite sure how old he is… I think it’s that way with genius sometimes. He had on a nice shirt.   It was a “modified” western shirt.   It had snaps and pockets but no yoke.   It caused me to reminisce about some shirts I made for my older sons when they were little.   One year for Easter, I had made my oldest daughter Bethany and I matching pinafore jumpers.   Both went to the floor as “granny” dresses were in style.   We both had a white shirt undern

It takes bravery to follow Jesus

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I’ve been struggling with an unseen force in an area of my life for nearly   two years.   Every time I show up, it seems as if I have some scarlet letter emblazoned on my chest.   I can’t figure it out.   I’ve blamed it on a bunch of different things.   I’ve soul searched and asked what am I doing wrong.   I’m a likeable person.   I like most people.   I am open to all sorts of people.   I am quiet unless you talk to me – that’s the “polite Norwegian” in me.   I do realize that sometime people take that for snobbery but I tried the best I could.   However, when the welcome mat is not out and an invisible sign says STAY OUT… you tend to just withdraw further into yourself.   I’ve realized that I appear to have a chip on my shoulder at times.   And I do, at times.   It’s been a painful experience.   It’s brought up all my insecurities and self-doubts. I’ve found myself drinking at the well of self-doubts the last few days.   I’m exhausted.   I’m discouraged.   I ask daily what the point

When Is Tomorrow

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I’ve got so many thoughts floating around in my head.  I sometimes use this blog to lament.  I think some people see it as whining… but to me, it’s a lament.  I’m trying to learn to have a bit more filters in my life and maybe become a bit superficial.  How do you feel about that?  Yes, I guess it would be easy to see that as a rhetorical question and since I do screen comments, I guess only I will know if you honestly answer me.  But I do wonder and think I would like to know. I used to feel that having people say I was real was a compliment.  Now I wonder.  I try to be very real. I hate phonies… I mean I really can’t stand them.  You know the type – everything is wonderful and lets stroll through life with a song in our heart.  It gags me. Now some of you are the more spiritual type.  That’s great… seriously, it’s really, really great.  For those of you like that, you seem to have this deep faith that everything will be wonderful, no matter how bad it is, because God’s got your b

New Citizens

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It was way too early to be in downtown Nashville.   The traffic had not been too bad as we had left exceptionally early.   However, downtown was coming alive as people were finding their way to work.   The Federal Courthouse offered no parking.   We found a public lot behind the building and paid an exorbitant $12 for parking.   But the walk was short; it was worth it. My shoes set off the security.   It took three tries to gain entrance to the building.   As we meandered the corridors to the elevator, it was obvious, this was a special day.   Nervous and excited people were following the Naturalization Ceremony signs just as we were… As we got off the elevator, there were more signs.   Finally, we saw the small crowd gathering.   It was obvious we were in the right place. There were so many smiles.   Yet, the nervous excitement was palpable.   Little children were dressed for a party.   Mommies and Daddies did their best to keep the children in line.   Finally, the door opened.   We