A Restful Vacation and a Return of Hope

Thumb Butte as seen out our hotel window

Good Evening, God!

My loving husband, Kit, drove me out of Prescott and up to Thumb Butte early this afternoon so I could get some good photos . . . and maybe walk a short way up the trail.

But, we never did find the parking lot for the trail and the photo I like the best is the one I took out of our hotel window just a few minutes ago. I suspect there is a message in that, God! I certainly get the message that traveling helps us to appreciate better what we have at home.

These three days off by ourselves have been eye-opening. I have begun to realize just how tired I was. And not just tired — flat — not my hopeful self.

Now that HOPE is returning, I appreciate it more than I can say! Thank You, God! It came to me at dinner, as Kit and I were talking, that Hope isn’t so much hoping for something as it is a general pervasive buoyancy.

It is not yet quite clear to me how I am going to take care of myself so as to maintain this buoyancy. But it is now a very clear goal. Oh my. I am back to the old topic of “Caring for Myself. ” All of us “Oldest Daughters” in my Wednesday Prayer Circle are having the same problem. Caring for others is easy. But caring for oneself? Sigh. HARD!

Hard, but essential. And yes, I know. You are waiting to be asked for help!

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An Old Fashioned Vacation

Mexican Bird of Paradise in back of Sandy’s house

Good Morning, God!

The World is so FULL of wonderful things that noticing is a full-time job. I suppose that is part of what I love about photography — training the Eye to See and Appreciate .

Right now Kit and I are in the Hassayampa Inn in downtown Prescott, Arizona. That’s because Sandy is busy with her intensive ESL course. Dave is busy arranging funding for his consulting business. Ian is busy with his video mash-ups. And Mark is away at band camp.

So after a lovely Family Visit, Kit and I are now having a Vacation. Not a Marathon Trip. Not a Grand Circle Tour. Just an old fashioned vacation — getting up late and walking around investigating a new place. It is a sort of Not-Home-Alone-Together time. Precious!

The lobby of the 1927 Hassayampa Inn in Prescott, Arizona

And, as always, God, it fills me with a desire to DO LESS! To spend more time with Kit — enjoying his company. Of course, he will have to be less busy, too.

Ah, BUSY. Such a vital part of growing up and finding our who we are — or might be. But, so different from Simple Mindfulness.

And speaking of that, God, now it is time for me to stop the busy-ness of blogging and go off with Kit for breakfast. But first he has to edit this!

Thank You, God, for Slow Days — Days to BE and BE WITH!

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A Birthday Celebration

Ocotillos with new leaves

Good Day, God!

I’m sitting here virtuously sweating from a brief jog around daughter Sandy and Dave’s neighborhood. Meanwhile, my amazing husband Kit is running UP Sabino Canyon. He’s getting hill training for his Kauai Marathon this September.

I am sitting here full of thoughts, feelings, and food. There is something about us humans that dislikes austerity, God — even though there is little  doubt that austerity is better for us. There is nothing like the World War II rationing of fats and sugars to lower the civilian death rate.

Kit’s 78th Birthday Cake

Or maybe it is that stress about “real things” — like bombs falling around us — is somehow easier to handle than the stressors conjured up out of our own imaginations? After all, when morning comes and bombs did not fall — or at least didn’t hit our neighborhood — then we are flooded with relief. Ah, but imaginary fears never stop. Hmm. An interesting thought, God.

Alpenglow on the eastern mountains as we dined outdoors

This isn’t just Kit’s birthday. We are on our way to celebrate Kit’s brother’s 80th birthday with his family. Suzy will be with us and Sandy had planned on going too, until she was accepted at a one month intensive class in ESL teaching. Families  and our Families of Friends are so important!

So my heart is full of . . . well, just FULL! Ian wants me to go out to breakfast with him this morning so I will be off to shower in just a few minutes. Before I go, I want to say Thank You.

Thank You for Kit. Thank You for our Families and Friends. And thank You for moments in which I truly know how blessed I am.

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Lightening over Tucson

Approaching rain cloud

Good Day, God!

Kit and I are here in Tucson — here with daughter Sandy’s family — here in monsoon season. This particular cloud moved over us with just a light rain. Ah, but at dinner we dined outside on the covered lanai with lightening and rolling thunder.

There is something quite magical about lightening, God. Only magic is a term that implies human “control” over the Forces of Nature. That desire for control seems built into our DNA, God.

Don’t our children “take” to stories of wizards and witches and extrasensory perceptions? More to the point, God, haven’t our adults created bombs that far exceed the brightness and power of lightening?

Hmm. Part of me cries out This Way Lies Madness. Well, it was madness! And now we are no longer setting off experimental hydrogen bombs over Pacific. Talk about birds fouling their own nests! Yikes!

My mother was raised on Science Fiction, God. Last week, as we were coming home from her ear doctor, she turned to me and said, “Freeways were science fiction when I was growing up. Only the illustrations only showed one or two cars on them.” We were just entering a congested freeway as she spoke.

I suppose, God, her comment points out the unexpected aspects surrounding the “future.” Yes, we have these gleaming sweeping freeways — but they are clogged with cars. Older adults — could one say, “grownups? — have observed enough “unintended consequences” to be slightly uneasy at our rush toward “progress.”

My book group and I were discussing the Hick boson which was recently “seen” at the super collider at CERN. Although none of are “luddites” there was still some rueful laughing at the possible or probable “unintended consequences” of expending so much power in wanting to know still more of what the universe is made of.

I sure hope You are watching out for us, God! We need You!

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Getting Ready to Go

flowers of the paperbark tree

Good Day, God!

I have been busy — working hard at cleaning the back of closets for our carpets to be cleaned — and then this morning cleaning out piles and files from years ago. I have a big garbage bag full of trash. And a box of paper to recycle.

And I’ve been busy getting ready to go on yet another trip — this time with Kit — as we go to celebrate his brother’s 80th birthday.

80 is a big marker, God. I have several years to go but, I am beginning to “feel” older. Up until now my attitude has been to ignore aging. That is still my attitude. But, I notice that my training jogs are filled with more photo opportunities. Sigh.

And I have also noticed the high price of “not knowing” and “not doing.” Today I did something that I have been refusing to think about. I filled out paperwork to try and make sure that my mother — who I am trusting has years left — won’t be resuscitated. That sounds awful, God. But, the electric shock used in resuscitation is almost guaranteed to crush ribs. Oh! How have we gotten to this horrible state where a Natural Death is not the norm? Lawsuits I guess.

The paperwork involved a POLST form with a doctor’s signature. And tomorrow I have to post it. Kit questioned the need for it saying that surely everyone would know better. But, I pointed out some children might sue if every step wasn’t taken. This child would not sue. But, she sure didn’t want to make that decision.

Sigh. Now that I have faced my duty I am feeling better. I takes a lot of energy to surpress stuff. Please, God, help me grow up.

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A Matter of Focus

A lotus flower at the KCC Farmers’ Market

Good Day, God!

Wow! Lotus flowers are right up there with water lilies for luminescent beauty. Thank You for glorious flowers and for eyes to see. After listening this morning to Jeffrey M. Schwartz’s book, The Mind and the Brain, I appreciate our eyes even more. He was describing the layering of neurons that go into creating the retina. I couldn’t begin to repeat all the steps — it was more than enough to hear them listed.

We are Fearfully and Wonderfully Made! Thank You!

Of course, I do realize that we humans only see a small percentage of the electromagnetic spectrum. And, some small, ungrateful part of me is wistfully wishing I could see even more colors.

More . . . the yearning for MORE does get us in trouble, doesn’t it, God. I have no trouble believing that the story of Eve in the Garden of Eden is fundamentally accurate. ALL OF THIS you may have to eat. Just don’t eat of the tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil.

Sigh. What would my attention be fixated on? The ONE thing I couldn’t have.

One might think, God, that knowing that about myself would enable me to could change my focus? Hmm, sometimes I can change my focus — gather up my thoughts and direct them toward something positive. But, that takes energy. Actually, it takes that hardest of all things to do — Taking Care of Myself.

Like most of us I am inclined to confuse “taking care” of myself with “indulging” myself. Alas, what I need is less indulgence and more “taking myself in hand,” kindly but firmly.

So off I went after dinner tonight for a jog around the block. A bit over 8 tenths of a mile — enough to make me sweat.  Sigh. Please, God I need Your Help!

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Living in the Light of Love

split leaf philodendron in the morning light

Good Night, God!

Oh, if only we could see people, circumstances and our world in the light of Your Compassionate Love! I guess my prayer, God, is that our eyes and our hearts would be opened.

A friend confided in me this evening that if she had lots and lots of money she would set up a broadcasting station (or network like Ted Turner’s?) that just broadcast Good News.

Stories of real people doing good things, helping others, surmounting great odds, etc. I love that idea, God! Why hasn’t some billionaire thought of that? We humans need to be encouraged. Need to have our Hope built up.

I know the theologians talk about the Doctrine of Original Sin. And, it is true that we have to be taught not to grab the biggest piece of cake. Still, I kind of like to think of us as basically good — unless we have been damaged or had our growth stunted by lack of love. Frankly, I think most people do better than might be expected given their past. I think that’s You, helping us, God.

Maybe, God, it isn’t just having our eyes opened. Maybe it goes back to not holding on so tightly to so many Rights and Wrongs. Or maybe it is being aware of how many things pass through our visual field. We really don’t see much if we aren’t looking for it — or expecting it. Maybe, God, we could just realize that nothing is ever really easy. And that we all fail or as Saint Paul said, “Fall short of the Glory of God.”

Well, God, those are good words to go and fall asleep on. Please keep on keeping on working in me.

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Lighting the Night . . . Waves of Change

Photo: Michael Rosenfeld/Getty illustrating “Night Owls” in the Atlantic

Good Night, God!

And it is night here in Honolulu. I just finished reading the article “Night Owls” in the current Atlantic. It was sent to me by a friend who is a bit of a Night Owl herself.

It’s a brief look at Evening’s Empire: A History of the Night in Early Modern Europe by Craig Koslofsky. I knew that the rich and privileged in the 1800s “danced” the night away. But, that was a fact imbedded in novels. I didn’t see it in its historical context.

I thought that the extension of the Day far into the Night began with Edison and the electric light bulb! Electricity did make night-time available to the lower end of the economic and social spectrum. But the transformation was well under way much earlier. Then, In the 1600’s, coffee, tea and chocolate came along to help turn people into Night Creatures.

Sunrise over Tucson: Photo by Mark Bramhill

Koslofsky talks about the intellectual and societal changes that came about with well lit public places — like cafes and coffee shops — which were open to ordinary folk. It was a revolution. More to the point it was a revolution that opened the doors to all kinds of Revolutions. People gathering together to talk and think can have a “tinder-like” quality.

Now we have added the iPhone connector and the Facebook connector. I think of the revolutions were in Egypt and Libya, where these connectors played pivotal roles.

But, what about Connecting to You? And to our inner self? That takes Time. Time alone. This week, up at St. Anthony’s Retreat Center, people are gathered to be Alone with You. Alone Together. They are at a Centering Prayer Retreat.

Centering with others, in Silence, is for me the best way to Hear You. It is a sort of “tinder.” And the time of day doesn’t matter.

Thank You, God, for opportunities like these.

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Reaching out to Touch — Reaching for Healing

shower tree blossoms at KCC

Good Day, God!

We are fragile creatures, God, like these blossoms. And like the blossoms, we don’t last very long — at least not in our Earthly Tents. Sigh.

I suppose, God, those two observations might be viewed as a complaint. And, I am certain that part of me is complaining — wailing and kvetching. That is the unwelcomed part of me that understands Job’s wife when she tells him (repeatedly?) to “curse God and die.” Like, just get it over with!

This morning, You held that squirming angry part of me in Your Lap as I listened to a friend give the sermon at church. Laura, gently and wryly, told us about her experience in self-medicating with alcohol to damp down the pain and shame of childhood abuse.

Her real subject was her healing — the healing that comes from “touching the hem of Jesus’ garment.” She talked of the healing of the memories and how You, God, had absorbed much of what had been intended for her. I could feel then — can feel now — how You weep over us.

Imagine those old theologians insisting that You were “above” emotions! — so much “higher” that You didn’t “feel?” What utter foolishness . . . and worse.

Laura entwined her story with the story from Luke 8:43-48 of the woman suffering from the issue of blood for 12 long years. Her bleeding, her menstruation, made her unclean. Unclean for 12 years! And anyone or anything she touched became unclean. Yikes!

How like her we are. Feeling unclean. Feeling that even talking about how we feel would make others unclean. Might make YOU unclean? Might make past “nightmares” real?

You long to heal us. And, is there anyone of us that doesn’t need healing? Repeated Healing! Ah, Healing is a Lifetime Work, God. Thank You for keeping on and on with Your Healing and Loving.

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In the middle of the Sacramento Valley — Mountains

Sutter Buttes: photo from Wikipedia

Good Day, God!

While my brother, Dave, was driving me back to the Sacramento airport, he pointed out “The Worlds’ Shortest Mountain Range” — the Sutter Buttes.

They were way off in the distance and there wasn’t time (or inclination) for a drive-by. But, I was taken with the idea that there was a ten mile long mountain range in the middle of the huge and FLAT Sacramento Valley. The valley is so flat that before California built the massive flood control and aqueduct system, the annual snow melt from the Sierras turned the central valleys into an inland sea.

I was really curious, God, about how the Sutter Buttes got there. A quick check on Google showed that is was the product of volcanic action 1.6-1.4 million years ago. 200,000 years of volcanic activity — ten miles of buttes that are up to 5,000 feet high — and then nothing more?

The stopping is almost as surprising at the starting. And, it is tickling something inside me. Do I also have unexpected volcanos in my life?

Well, yes. Our daughter Patty’s illness and death from cancer would be analogous to an unexpected volcano in a very flat land. And, I suspect, God, that most of us have events that come suddenly and traumatically into our lives.

The indigenous peoples of early California made the mountains part of their Creation Stories. Events like unexpected mountain ranges or unexpected illnesses do cry out for explanations, God.

Ah, yes. We humans seem designed to look for Explanations. And if not explanations then at least ways to integrate them into our Meaning Maps. I guess, God, my Map factors in randomness. Volcanos happen. Illnesses happen. And maybe they both have parts to play in Creation Stories — Geologic and Individual.

Thank You, God, for creating us!

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