A Visit to My Brother

A Ponderosa Pine at my brother’s home

Good Day, God!

My brother, Dave and his wife Barba retired  years ago to Grass Valley in California’s Gold Rush country. The Ponderosa pines were part of why Dave selected the area. As he said, who expected “Grass Valley” to be full of ponderosa pines? Pine trees, blackberry bushes, and right in the center of their property is a Pond. It would be a winter pond except that Dave had it “improved” by sealing its bottom and pumping well water into it all during the summer.

The pond is home to water lilies, frogs, assorted fish and visiting Wood Ducks. Dave has built nesting boxes for the ducks. The entrance is so small I couldn’t believe they could get in. Dave explained that the instructions for the nest box were very precise. Too big a hole would let raccoons get their egg-stealing little hands in!

Wood ducks are the most beautiful of all ducks but the nesting season was over and the birds had flown off. Their ducklings had been protected from hawks and other predators by a pair of Redwing Blackbirds. The Blackbirds were such good parents that all the baby birds around them benefited.

My brother has created a lovely oasis. Barba has created beautiful gardens filled with flowers and herbs.

Caring is a wonderful thing, God. Whether it is a pair of Redwing Blackbirds protecting baby birds from Hawks — or Dave and Barba tending their little Eden.  Caring for Your World, God, is such a good thing to do.

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The Rockets Red Glare over Maunalua Bay

4th of July fireworks on Maunalua Bay

Good Day, God!

Watching the 4th of July fireworks overlooking the marina in Hawaii Kai — such a treat!

Earlier today, my husband Kit suggested that we go to watch the fireworks display. I am not yet home 24 hours so although I was willing, I was not eager.

Still, off we went to get a bite to eat at Panda Express and then figure out where we should station ourselves to see the display.

As soon as we drove into the Costco lot we saw LOTS of people — carrying chairs and coolers — walking toward the marina.  Hmm. It seems we had stumbled onto a good place! We got our food and went around the corner to a far table with a view of the bridge going over the entrance to the marina. We ate and chatted and I took photos of the pre-display.

Being part of this informal group — gathered to celebrate Our Country’s birthday — felt good. It is good to be connected with one another. And, of course, it was truly wonderful that the explosions were fireworks and not aerial bombardments.

Thank You, God, for Peace!

Please help us to value peace more highly — understanding that daily we weave our strands into its complex fabric.

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Being Heard into Speaking

flowers seen on a neighborhood walk

Good Day, God!

Thank You for a relaxing day — what a surprise and delight! I was quite sure yesterday that I had stuffed too many things into today. Still, being me, I couldn’t bear to drop anything.

But, all day there has been more than enough time — Time Between — Time as a Support.

I have never ever thought of TIME as supporting me. Now that the idea has entered my mind it seems so obvious.

Racing against the clock isn’t from You! We created the clock and made it a god over us. I was trying to figure out just why today had more than enough time.

I did start the morning with the Wednesday Morning Women’s Prayer group. That helps. Then too, one of my morning’s activities was going up Tantalus to see June, my Spiritual Director. That really helped. Oh my! There are so many Feelings in this one small heart, God! And what a gift it is to have a trusted friend hear me into speaking!

So many of those tangled and entangling feelings and half-formed thoughts wiggled their way out into Consciousness — into My Consciousness as I heard myself speaking. Speaking words out loud  is so different from just thinking and different from writing, too. Maybe that is more true for extroverts than for introverts. I don’t know.

I just know that it takes a lot of energy not to hear myself.

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Some thoughts at Sunset

sunset over the Hawaii Kai marina

Good Day, God!

All day the sun moves across the sky — but I only notice it at sunrise and sunset. Noticing is good! Cherishing the idea of a good day ending and a new day coming is even better. And I suppose that planning for those New Days is best yet.

Today was one of those days when I felt as if I was planning for our New Days. I subscribed (again) to Lumosity and also gave Kit a year’s subscription. I had tried these Brain Games before. But I got discouraged by how bad I was on a few of the games — like the verbal fluency one. I didn’t have the right attitude, God!

I had it backwards. Like most of us I wanted to do more of what I am good at — not work to improve what I am not good at. That’s an ongoing struggle, God.

The Brain Games are based on the fairly recent science of neuroplasticity that shows that our brains can grow new neurons — as a result of focused concentration. Yes, God, focused attention — i.e. WORK — is key.

That is probably why after devouring Noman Doidge’s book The Brain that Changes Itself, it has taken me two or three years to settle down to work at it. Well, Lumosity calls it “play” and I do like that repackaging.

But, preparing for the next New Day isn’t just about our brains, is it God. I am also strengthening my balancing muscles. I found this lovely hemispherical object that I stand on and balance —  sometimes balancing for    5-to-10 seconds.

Ah, and then there is Centering. Sitting myself down, trying to be aware of Your Presence, and observing myself with compassion, or at least without judgment, asking for Your Help in all things.

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In the Grips of the Spirit of Rightness!

tenacious beach flowers

Good Day, God!

Kit and I planned to celebrate our wedding anniversary this Thursday by going to Waikiki for dinner. We were planning to “settle” a driving-route dispute that arose the previous week by driving my route.  I knew that wanting to prove I was right wasn’t a good way to celebrate our anniversary — but I was going to do it anyway. What gets into me?

Mostly God, Kit and I walk lovingly and peacefully through our separate universes. The difficulty comes when we are DRIVING together through the same universe. You can only drive one route. And every once in a while I really want it to be my route. Sigh.

Fortunately, a good Samaritan plumber was coming at that exact time, after his regular work day. It was a double blessing. We got our sink unstopped and I wasn’t able to push our “navigational” disagreement. We went to a nearby restaurant by a mutually agreed route.

I must say that finding myself possessed by a Spirit of Rightness is distressing. This is NOT a Good Spirit! And I see it at work all around me. People in the Grip of the Spirit of Rightness do not compromise. They do not look for win/win solutions. They make being Narrow Minded and Judgmental into a Virtue.

Sigh, being Right seems to give people permission to do horrible things to people who are “Not Right.” What is it the Paul said in his letter to the Romans: For ALL have sinned and fallen short of the Glory of God.” Boy, is that true! And there is nothing like being in the Grip of the Spirit of Rightness to separate us from You and from One Another.

So, please God, pour out Your Holy Spirit of Love and Joy and Peace and Compassion on all of us humans — especially those of us who love the illusion of being “right.”

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Grape Stomping

Grape Stomping.

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Spiritual Directors and Spiritual Friends

Looking down at June’s garden

Good Day, God!

I discovered that this lovely title had gone unused! And I want to rectify that. Oh, that everyone would have a spiritual director. . . well, especially a low key one like June.

Why? Because we all need help. Well, I need help, God, that’s why for me. I need someone to ask me how I’m doing and to slip in a gentle question that knocks me back off of comfortable dead center.

And — I wish this were not the case — I am a very proud person so I am not going to share well, even with friends who I pray with. Yes, writing this is sort of a confession. VPP do not want to appear pitiful. But, we are. And it is a relief to admit it and get on with whatever . . .

I have wonderful friends who would listen — and I do share a little, but I want to hear them, too. One on one is half half. Or at least that is my goal.

Ah, but with a Spiritual Director I feel free to make it all about me. I have “booked” an hour. And often it takes an hour of my speaking before I hear myself say something that I need to hear. Actually, God, I’m embarrassed to confess that I LOVE having a whole hour to talk about myself and my life and my struggles.

Well, there I am. Self absorbed. Except, God, that phrase is an unkind judgment that is designed to keep us silent. Silence is not a good thing, God! So, help me keep on taking my “inner laundry” to June for washing. . . and help me remember that You want to hear me, too.

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Tidepools, Holes and the Ebb and Flow of Life

Tidepools at Wawamalu

Good Day, God!

I started my day reading an article about Princeton professor  Gerta Keller and the debate about the causes of the extinction of the dinosaurs. Could it have been a Big asteroid? Or massive volcanic activity in the Deccan Traps? Oh MY!

Next came a lovely walk around my neighborhood. Then a walk at the beach in Wawamalu. It was low tide and so the tide pools were more accessible — filled with tiny fish.

Meanwhile, my friend mentioned the Hawaiian idea that we humans have three pikos. I knew that piko was the Hawaiian word for belly button — but I didn’t know that there is another piko in our head and also a piko in our genital area. My friend had learned this in a talk a few days ago and said she felt uneasy about it.

In talking about it, she explained that the middle piko is our connection with our Past, the bottom piko connects to our Future, and the top piko connects to You. Then she stopped and said, “But what about our Present?”

My three “found” object from the beach

Hmm. Good question! Then it was, like, OH! The Past is to Nourish our Present. The Future is to Inspire our Present and God is to Guide our Present. Three Pikos working together. I love it, God!

Then I pulled out the three objects I had picked up on the beach. A beverage pull tab, a shell fragment and an old smooth piece of coral. What do they all share? A HOLE!

For years, God, I have asked You to patch the Holes in People’s’ Souls. But now I am seeing Pikos/Holes in a whole new light. Surely, God, You want to reclaim the old torn holes in our souls! You want to Pour Your Love Through them. In. Through. Out. Ah!

You are The Great I AM. Thank You!

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Unleashing Grandmothers — around the World

Bunker Roy: creator of the barefoot colleges

Good Day, God!

Thank You for people like Bunker Roy! As he tells it, he had graduated from prestigious schools in India and had the world open to him — when he decided to go and see what village life was like.

His mother said WHAT?  The villagers said WHY? But out of his time in the village came the barefoot colleges— schools where illiterate women are taught to become solar engineers and more. Not only that, but these women (many or most of them grandmothers) go out to train other women to electrify their villages in India.

Grandmothers have gone to countries where there is no common language. But, by body language and sign language the women teach and learn. As Roy said about one of these women: “She left, a Grandmother. She returned, a Tiger!”

Bunker Roy with a puppet made out of recycled World Bank reports

Watching his TED Talk  was a moving experience and I especially remember two comments. The first was that they found men to be untrainable for positions in the college. Men only wanted a certificate so they could go find work in the city.

The second comment was: “Our schools teach at the best time for the students — not the best time for the teachers.” And there was a photo of children who worked all day, learning at night.

But here is my real “takeaway,” God: What about America’s grandmothers?

Yikes! No sooner had I written that than I remembered the recent invitation that I turned down to help with my Rotary Club’s literacy program! Oh Dear! Oh Drat! I am tempted to call back and sign up. Yes, God, I had better pray about what THIS grandmother could be doing.

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Carousels and the Delight of Daily Life

a carousel in Honfleur, France

Good Day, God!

I have always loved carousels. I can still remember the steam calliope in the hills of Berkeley with its crashing circus music and majestic animals circling round and round. Aah! The gentle rides of days gone by. No roller coasters for me, God!

Now that I think of it, I have been fairly consistent. For escape fiction I read romances — not mysteries. I don’t go to war movies or horror movies. I like my adrenaline levels low.

Actually, God, just this morning I thought that I might resemble a carousel myself. I was seeing the horses and lions and tigers and elephants as Parts of myself. Then I thought, Sheesh! Lots of motion — up and down and around and around — but no progress.

But, now I am sitting here and wondering if “progress” isn’t a fairly recent concept. I wonder if it came in with the railroads? There is something quite linear about most concepts of progress . . . linear and constraining. I like this thought.

Today, God, I jogged in the morning and cleaned up two “hot” spots in my home and office. Having those hot spots “undone” left me feeling “out of balance.” So now that they are cleaned up I feel much more “balanced.” I also feel satisfied. I discovered that I enjoying doing them. Before, after a day like today I might have thought “I’m making progress!” But now I am smiling and feeling pleased that today I really enjoyed the music and the motion of my carousel! 

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