Saturday, January 15, 2011

A shovelful of gratefuls

Oh, the snow! It's a blowy snowy winter. In my humble opinion, there's too much snow. Each individual flake seems insignificant, yet they add up to piles
and piles
and piles.

The wind, with the most aggression I've seen in twelve winters here, tirelessly shifts the piles to flakes again, only to pile them somewhere else
and somewhere else
and somewhere else.

I bend so I will be able to lift my own shovelful of winter.

I stand to measure the weight of it, and as I twist to finish my own version of snowpile rearrangement, I count gratefuls in snowflakes or clumps. Too many individuals are unseen, but the impression made with each single act of bending
and scraping
and scooping
leads to building mountains
and mountains
and mountains.

I bend again.

377. Someone who could make a difference intervened for Mo.
378. El's wisdom teeth extracted without complications.
379. A restful break from routine.
380. Seeds shaped like birds in flight.
381. Her grasp of freedom, of independence, of responsibility.
382. Friends who hear my heart.
383. Steve making my coffee first.
384. Shopping by appointment.
385. Unexpected gifts.
386. A game we can enjoy as a family.
387. Laughter.
388. Praying out of a bad dream.
389. Pondering and repondering this:

It is winter... but go out on a winter day and stop at the first tree you see. Here and there on the bare boughs you will find a tiny knot and within it, plaited, folded, crumpled or coiled, lies the glory of the leaves to come. They are all there covered up, for God has many thoughts over his baby buds and many plans for toning down the light that might draw them out before their time... --Lilias Trotter

390. Pondering and repondering this:

2 Corinthians 1:3-7 (The Message)

All praise to the God and Father of our Master, Jesus the Messiah! Father of all mercy! God of all healing counsel! He comes alongside us when we go through hard times, and before you know it, he brings us alongside someone else who is going through hard times so that we can be there for that person just as God was there for us. We have plenty of hard times that come from following the Messiah, but no more so than the good times of his healing comfort—we get a full measure of that, too. When we suffer for Jesus, it works out for your healing and salvation. If we are treated well, given a helping hand and encouraging word, that also works to your benefit, spurring you on, face forward, unflinching. Your hard times are also our hard times. When we see that you're just as willing to endure the hard times as to enjoy the good times, we know you're going to make it, no doubt about it.

Thursday, January 6, 2011

drama doesn't work anymore

I got a lovely new pair of glasses. The frames are dark as the blackest night, with a diamond star on each side...

Has anyone ever gotten used to progressive lenses?

Am I the only one who has the barest sliver of the world in focus?

Must I endure this sore neck from turning my head

just so

for the




--Me, as Anne of Green Gables, at 45