Showing posts with label resurrection. Show all posts
Showing posts with label resurrection. Show all posts

Tuesday, March 18, 2008

holy now



"...there's Uncle Joe, he's a movin' kind of slow- at the junction...(Petticoat Junction.)"

See if that little song doesn't stay in your head all day. Just had to bring it up, remembering that show with the sisters and the mom and old Uncle Joe who got up early just so he could take a nap. Yep. I get up early just so I can make a pot of coffee and put the tea kettle on...for dessert, kind of. Oh I love my tea, herbal and otherwise. Which brings me to the point, the explanation of writing this early morning- the tea kettle relates to time taken out of time. To sit and wait for the boil, to mindfully pick and place a tea bag in the stoneware pot and pour the whistling hot water over it. To watch the steam rise, carry the little pot here- next to this keyboard and pick out a story, a tale of time come, time gone, and time now- this very moment finds me alive and happily so.

I don't know about you, but I find some importance in being still in moments such as this, reflecting on lists made, good strong intentions, whittling away the mess of loss of time- so many things carry us away from the project or the moment at hand. I suspect that most people in my life (who have observed me in my daily manic ways)...do not realize that out of sixth gear I do shift, generally in the morning, or out in the gardens and always in the woods- I slow, I'm quiet, I'm purposeful in that I meld with the silence, the stillness, the shrillness too at times of bird songs and tight breezes. Yes, most do not know this side of me- I suppose I rarely share it, it is mine and mine alone- selfishly sitting out on the sidelines why life whizzes by for so many. Oh, I use to whiz along too, never stopping, realizing the beauty to be had, the miracles all around- for me, it seems...everything is holy now. (From a song, love that line.)

May this week find you well, precious to yourself- as precious as the time, the moments we have here. Oh and do look for the green overcoming the winter's weight of greys and brown, it's popping through little by little, overcoming- resurrecting the bleak with the beauty of Spring.
Take care-

Sunday, March 16, 2008

keep calling

Travelin' On

Cats in a pile on the porch swing
chickens all laid up to roost
Black dog's howling some fight song
And the darn peacock's still on the loose

And a memory worth keeping
keeps calling
The tune still fresh in my mind
You're not gone, no really
not truly
Was time for your travelin' on

The sun still shines on those cedars
the road still ends at my door
The war over there keeps on killing
and the sorrows continue to pour

And your memory worth keeping
keeps calling
The tune still fresh in my mind
You're not gone, no really
not truly
Was time for your travelin' on

The blanket there on the rocker
the one knitted 'specially for you
Grandma had took up her needles-
wove memories of warmth out of blue

And the memory's worth keeping
keep calling
The tunes still fresh in my mind
They're not gone, no really
not truly
Was time for their travelin' on
-Just time for their travelin' on


And we miss them, Lord knows
we miss them
To pretend that we don't is just wrong
and sayin' "was" is too endless-
I think they're just traveling on
Yeah-I believe they're all
travelin' on


(T.L. Starks)