A Day at Home

a view of part of my desk

Good Morning, God, This is the Day After the Sabbath — my second Sabbath — and I am eager to WORK.  Thankful to stay home and plan.  PLAN.  Not just DO but plan.  Ponder what it is that I want to do.  Hey, maybe even what I feel CALLED to do.

And not just DO, but LEARN. Learn as in exercise my brain.  Like learn a bit more German . . . something heretofore impossible for me.  It feels, God, like THAT kind of year.

Thank You.  Thank You for TODAY.  This small packet of Time — given to me to WORK in.  Six days shall you WORK . . . and maybe, unless we are really WORKING on those six day we can’t fully KEEP the Sabbath.  But, I seem to hear You say, BUSY isn’t the same as WORK.  Busy, then is neither work nor rest nor play — busy is to work as static is to music.  Hmmm.  Now there is a thought for me to ponder.

Spaces between.  Margins.  Pauses.  Focus.  Emptying.  No Pressure.  Such small words, God.  But so important. Help me to use them to build today.

Posted in asking for help for myself, authority over my life, Balancing and adjustments, busy, systematic rebuilding required, time

Putting a face on Love

Love Never Faileth and cross at Central Union Church

Good Morning, God.  This morning I get to read the scripture at Central Union Church — at 9:00.  Kit will read it at the 11:30 service.  This chapter really says it all about how we are to live.

First it puts accomplishments — even spiritual accomplishments — in perspective.  WITHOUT LOVE THEY ARE NOTHING!  Or to put it as Paul did . . . even with great faith, great prophetic powers and great giving — without LOVE, I GAIN NOTHING.

Next it gives us a list of descriptors — telling us what Love LOOKS LIKE.  Patient.  Kind. And then what Love is NOT:  Not envious.  Not boastful. Not arrogant.  Not rude. Not insisting on its own way. Not rejoicing in wrongdoing.

Then it is back to what love does: Bears all things.  (Note: love does not make you a doormat or a victim.) Believes all things; hopes all things, endures all things.

Next Paul moves on into the FUTURE and assures us — LOVE NEVER ENDS. Knowledge will end, as will prophecy and tongues.  He points to our limitations.  Now we know, only in part.  Then, as if with a drum roll, he proclaims:  BUT THEN WE WILL SEE FACE TO FACE.  THEN WE WILL KNOW FULLY, EVEN AS I HAVE BEEN FULLY KNOWN.

Finally, going back to the present he affirms:  NOW FAITH, HOPE, and LOVE abide, these three, and the GREATEST OF THESE IS LOVE.

Thank You, God, for YOUR LOVE THAT NEVER ENDS.  Help us to desire it to receive it — and to live in it — and to let it live through us.

Posted in developing helpful definitions of love, God wants to nourishes us, LOVE, New Creatures in Christ, Perspective

Humuhumu’s and Hibiscus

Hibiscus on a hedge.

The Heavens DO declare Your Glory, God. And as the full moon (the Wolf Moon) last night was 14% wider and 30% brighter than usual — it was doing its part to show forth Your Glory.  Not that I saw it — as the rain started soon after it was due to rise.

But, Your Glory is also found in the ordinary things around us.  Like  flowers — even those that only last for a day.

Jesus said it well. “Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow; they toil not, neither do they spin: And yet I say unto you, That even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these.”

You lavish care on the flowers — even the fish (here in Hawaii) are arrayed in splendor. Consider the Humuhumunukunukuapua’a — the cross-striped lagoon trigger fish — with the lavender lips. Such attention to DETAIL, God!  What a glorious world we inhabit.

Humuhumunukunukuapua'a

It only takes a minute — less really — to stop and SEE — or HEAR — or TOUCH.  How good it is to come to a FULL STOP and consider that YOU are seeing me — seeing each of us.  Attending to us, even more (well, as much as?) You attend to the flower.

Oh!  Oh, that I might marvel at that fact — embrace it — live based upon it.  I am; we are; LOVED and SEEN . . . and HEARD.  Not “heard” as in being given everything we ask for . . . that’s a poor kind of love.  Heard, as in, Paid Attention To.  Valued.  Called to GROW in a million different ways. Called to get up and try again!  Called to value and see and hear — those around us. Thank YOU!

Posted in appreciation, beauty, blooming, gratitude, stopping to see

Swans and Puppies

Swan in the Mosel river. Photo by Ann Peters

Good Morning, God.  You know, when I look at this swan I think of Apple.  Both seem to embody great design!  And there is something very attractive — appealing — in good design.

For one thing, it is sleek and clean — elegant.  Nothing extra.  Someone told me a good rule for dressing well is to get all dressed and then remove one accessory.

Hmm.  When I make my plan for the day, perhaps I should remove one activity. Or two.  But back to swans.

Swans, God, are not cuddly.  As I was looking at the swan I was thinking of how fluffy and cuddly puppies are.  Puppies you want to touch and hold.  Swans less so.  And as I have read that swans are ill tempered and inclined to bite — that is just as well.

Swans and puppies.  One represents our love of Great design– the other represents our need for Relationships.  One we want to touch.  The other we need to be touched by — to hug and be hugged. And that brings me to Virginia Satir’s quote about how we need 4 hugs a day to survive – 8 hugs a day for good health — and 12 hugs a day to thrive.  Touch is important.  After all, You made us with skin on.

Hugs are not preached on, are they God.  Somehow we miss the basics. How important it is to have family living close enough to hug and good friends who are hugging friends.

You, God, have done a wonderful job of designing us!  Please, Help us to sort through Modern American Culture and get back to how we are designed to live!  Connected to You and to each other.

Posted in beauty, connecting, connections, hugs

Unexpected Joy (a guest blog by Vickie Paulsen)

Deep snow - Silent night. Photo: from Vickie Paulsen

deep snow Photo: from Vickie Paulsen

Bad weather can bring unexpected joy.  After a blizzard in Colorado, my daughter and I put on our cross country skis at midnight and headed toward the schoolyard a mile away.   Though the heavy snow had knocked out power everywhere, the bright moon gave plenty of light.  Houses were completely dark, people asleep.  Our skis made the only sound.  I loved the big snows that closed schools and work, and gave us all the gift of nothing to do.

We live in a surfeit of action and sound.  It’s almost as if we were afraid of quiet, needing to stuff the air around us with noise and surround ourselves with stuff.

“Stuffing” makes me think of its opposite, Fasting.  I never would have expected that giving up food for a day could feel almost as good as skiing in deep silent snow.  Oh, I don’t look forward to fasting any more than I look forward to a power outage.   It’s unnatural!  It’s scary!   But there is always someone who needs my prayers more than I need food, so I kneel and talk to God about it.  In no time at all, He takes over and I feel free, without the heavy burdens that usually tie me down.   I’m filled with love.  When I’m tempted during the day, as I always am (Satan does not give up easily), I simply think of the person I’m fasting for, because they are more important than any food could be.  I feel in harmony with God, a kind of conduit between heaven above and the earth beneath my feet.  Fasting and Bad Weather both bring unexpected joy.

Posted in a surfeit of sound and stuff, afraid of quiet?, the gift of nothing to do

Surprise: God wants to Nourish my heart!

Grape arbor on the Mosel River. Photo: by Ann Peters

Well, God, it is good to be reminded that it isn’t just trees that bring forth fruit. Vines do too. In fact, now that I think about it Sequoias don’t even have edible seeds.

And, there I was — evaluating by how useful a plant is to humans.  You see things — sequoias, stars, grape vines through Your Eyes, so to speak.

I am sitting here, poised on the edge of asking You WHY sequoias get to live so much longer than we do.  But then, I thought about Heaven — or The Here After.

Once again, tripped up by my human perspective.  Some how, as Madeleine L’Engle says in her book A Wind In The Door, SIZE DOESN’T MATTER.  Size and length of life — wealth and health — all sorts of things don’t seem really to matter.  After all, YOU look on THE HEART.

I don’t think we GET IT!  If we did get it, if we really understood that You are looking into our HEARTS wouldn’t our lives be different?  Wouldn’t small kindnesses seem far more important — more meaningful. Wouldn’t I work at CONFESSING on a regular basis?  Work at discarding false values?

Yes!  I would EXAMINE my DAY at the end of it.  I would be Keeping short accounts with myself and YOU.  I would make more room in my life for love — for loving and listening and appreciating.  Hmmm.  I have this huge one-page-a-day calendar that Suz encouraged me to get. I could use it, couldn’t I.  After all, Jesus said it isn’t what goes into us that makes us unclean, but what comes OUT OF US!  I could reflect on what’s coming out of me, couldn’t I. . . I might even catch a glimpse of How You See Us. . . or me . . . scary thought.

But that is my human “judging” perspective, isn’t it!  YOU LOVE US!  YOU WANT TO NOURISH OUR HEARTS!  And You want us to join You in nourishing the hearts of those around us too.

Posted in God wants to nourishes us, Help me to see, perspectives

Let all of us – as trees – clap our hands and sing

monkeypod trees at JAIMS (Japanese American Institute for Management Science)

Good Morning God,  It’s the intertwining branches that I love in this photo.  They make me think of all the people in our lives – family and friends — and how we intertwine. I love trees.  In California I loved the oaks.  Here in Hawaii, I love the Monkeypod trees. I love them for the shape of them and their spreading branches reaching out to touch.  And their roots touch too!

Just like we are designed to do — reach out and touch others — sharing stories and hearing one another.  I wonder if trees talk to each other?  When I stand in a grove of Sequoias I am sure they communicate.  Well, God, You call the stars by name and aren’t we invited to sing Your praises WITH the Morning Stars?  So, perhaps, it isn’t so foolish to think about trees talking.

I have on occasion found myself inviting all the cells in my body to “clap their hands and rejoice”  — a good prayer — even if my cells don’t technically have hands. Now, God, I don’t think I have fallen into pantheism.  I just think there are more layers to this world than we have been allowed to see.  No doubt we are seeing all we can handle. . . actually, probably MORE than we can process.  Ah my.

So, then, TODAY?  A request for help in PROCESSING?  I think of Psalm One — verse three and I would love to apply it to myself:   I shall be like a tree planted by the rivers of water, that bringeth forth fruit in season; my leaf also shall not wither .  .  .

I AM planted by the Rivers of Water — Your Love.  And how joyful is the Hope of bringing forth fruit — and having leaves always fresh and not withered  — YES!   You will notice, God, that I omitted the last phrase about prospering.  My culture has made that all about money — and I am pretty sure that the old word meant far more than money.  Help us to rediscover, God, the TRUE meaning of prosper!  Then, help us to DO IT!

Posted in being planted, clapping our hands in joy, connecting, connections, Conversations, Uncategorized, water and love

Bagpipers Piping in my Sabbath

bagpiper with the Celtic Pipes and Drums of Hawaii

What a lovely Sabbath Day I had yesterday, God.  And, if I think of the day as the old people did, as starting at first star, then my Sabbath began on Saturday evening with bagpipes and drums.  Kit and I managed — helping each other — to get into our kilts and then drove off to pick up our friend Lois for the annual Bobbie Burns Dinner.

Lots of bagpiping which I love — and songs by Kalani Brady — and Terance Knapp, too!  Good company and good food — no scotch and no pretending to like that stuff by having a wee sip.  I finally figured out the those that like it WANT my share.

Somewhat to my surprise I found I was continuing to “tidy” in the morning after coming back from the  7:00 a.m. church service.  I had to make an effort to refrain.  I must say, separating Work from Non Work, was made easier by the list of Positive Reinforcers that I had made the day before.  If it made that list then I am tentatively labeling it as Not Work.

I did drive over to play scrabble with my Mom.  And I can see why the rabbis said No Driving!  I like driving and don’t think of it as stressful but it does rev up the system. Makes me think of all the families walking to temple in LA.  How much easier to keep the Sabbath as part of a People.

I understand, God, that part of the benefit of Sabbath keeping is learning to STOP working, even when NOT DONE.  Because, of course, we are never DONE.  But I will confess that I worked HARD on Saturday to GET READY!  Having my office and paper room tidy made it so much easier to REFRAIN from working.  But enough of my thoughts, what I really want to say is THANK  YOU!

And, what do You know!  Fasting and Sabbath Keeping are RELATED aren’t they!  Surprise!  I hadn’t seen that until just now!  So doing One will help with the Other.  Yes, God!  Everything IS connected to everything else!

Posted in A weekly day of rest, authority over my life, clean and tidy, refraining from work, stopping

A Gold Star Day

Yesterday, was a Gold Star Day, God!  Thank YOU!  When I went out for my morning jog the sky was filled with fluffy pink cotton ball clouds.  I was so excited that I got my camera and SPRINTED down to the end of the block so I could see more sky — our ridge blocks most of the early morning sun.  (And, yes, I FEEL the racing muscles reminding me they need more exercise!)

Then it was walk the rest of the way — taking photo after photo —
and just as I reached the turn around point — there was the sun
peeking over Koko Crater!

What a GLORIOUS DISPLAY!  THANK YOU!

Then after a trip to the Farmers Market with a huge fresh coconut to drink — it was home to work on developing a better structure for my life.

Actually, that went well too.  I found that there are LOTS of POSITIVE REINFORCERS in my life that I hadn’t noticed — hadn’t named. What a surprise!
So I listed them — then listed what I wanted to work on — and next created a task list where I worked for 15 minutes — then did a positive reinforcer for 10 minutes.  The work time was too short, but I wanted to practice SWITCHING back and forth — getting the feel of it. And the day went well!

So here I sit in an office that is tidy — and the PAPER ROOM, the room I took ALL my paper piles into — is almost done.  Well, the dregs are always the hardest part.  Dregs being stuff with no clear home — but not quite trash.  Hmmm.  Maybe I need to redefine trash?  Learn to let go?

But that is for ANOTHER DAY!  Today is a DAY OF REST.  A DAY OF RELAXATION. A DAY OF GOING SLOW. A DAY OF CONNECTING WITH FAMILY AND FRIENDS. A DAY OF APPRECIATION. A DAY OF GRATITUDE.  And, now, God, as You suggest, I am going back to bed.

Posted in A weekly day of rest, accepting my authority to set limits, authority over my life, beauty

Aurf! Dog training and Me

seen going into Barnes and Noble

All creatures, great and small — You made them all.  Other living creatures are a mystery to us, God.  Well, actually other humans are a mystery — and come to think of it, I am pretty much a mystery to myself as well.

Now TODAY is the Day I plan of taking First Steps in RESTRUCTURING my life.  I like that word as it implies “control” without actually saying it.  Control is right down there with Discipline.  No wonder my girls didn’t like it either.  Somehow the idea of working long and hard when moved by interest or obsession or even duty is appealing.  But sitting and filing and categorizing has not yet been RETHOUGHT and RENAMED so as to be compelling.

Does it HAVE to be compelling?  Some very important things are just done — matter of factly and without fan fair — they are hardly noticed.  Remember FLOSSING?  My goodness what resistance and fuss you made about NOT DOING IT.  Then when you snuck it in while reading you barely noticed it.  OK,  Matter Of Factness is one key.

Then there is Sandy’s comment about I CAN DO ONE SITUP!  SMALL DOABLE GOALS.

Next there is counting — usually what we measure — we do more of.  I need to go get a box of GOLD STARS!

And last (for this morning, anyway) there is RENAMING.  Dog training (animal training) used to be about MASTERY!  Breaking the horse’s will — pulling on the dogs choke chain.  NO WONDER I DIDN’T LIKE THE IDEA OF TRAINING!  But now, starting when they were training killer whales, the idea is cooperation!  Getting the animal to learn new things with positive reinforcement — and using LRS (Least Reaction Stimula) when there is an undesirable action, to avoid reinforcing that action.

OK!  They can train DOGS!  I bet we can “train” me!  And it had better be a WE, God, or . . . I will be laboring in vain.

Yes, I hear You.  YOU have been EAGER AND WILLING FOR YEARS!!!!!  OK!  Or, rather, THANKS!

Posted in a series of molts and upgrades, accepting my authority to set limits, accepting my need for help, asking for help for myself, authority over my life, being a beginner, compassion to care for myself, days of rest as conservation days?, self care as self compassion and humility, The daily details of love, Uncategorized

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