Blue Sky, Full Moon, Full Heart

Gold Tree with Blue Sky

Good Day, God!

How much more wonderful a Gold Tree is viewed against a Blue Sky! Still, yesterday’s grey sky was perfect for my not-quite-well self.

Sheesh, what with friends who have gone through chemo and such, one might think I would be ashamed to bleat on and on and on about a cold.

But, I suspect the cold was just an expression of an inner emotional “congestion.” Perhaps those of us who have lost the gift of crying are forced to sniffle and blow our noses? Ick. I need Your Help, God. Help to Hear myself. Help to just sit and feel.

Ah. Now on to the moon, which is 93% full tonight. My husband Kit called me this afternoon while I was playing Scrabble at my mom’s and said, “Let’s go to The Shack (restaurant) to see the moon tonight!”

Waiting for the moon rise

Off we went shortly after the moon rose at 5:39 p.m. But, there were clouds in the way — and the sun wasn’t setting until 6:23.  So we chatted and watched the canoes paddle by and the tiny sailboats flit about. I didn’t sight the moon until 6:37.

I know, God, these times are so precise. But, that’s because of my Star Walk app and the fact that my iPhoto gives me “information” on each photo — the date, time and stuff like f/2.4 and 1/20. Stuff that one used to have to set by hand. Kit used to love doing that. Control, anyone?

The ALMOST full moon over Koko Marina

Thank goodness I can go just go about pointing and clicking!  For me it is about seeing.

Seeing is easy for me, God. Feeling is much harder. But, our daughter Suzanne has pointed out that if I don’t do my “share,” then other people in our family system will have to do my emotional laundry. I know that is how it works. So, God, now I will go and journal. Please help me. THANKS!

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Posted in adjusting, asking for help for myself, fears, Feeling our feelings, processing on deeper levels, seeing

Wistful Thoughts on a Grey Day

February and the Gold Trees are blooming on a grey day

Good Day, God!

A grey day . . . but my first day out this month. And the Gold Trees are blooming. That’s surely one of the  yearly events that I most look forward to.

I did venture out to see my mom, God. Not as long a visit as usual. But, we played a game of Scrabble and I clipped her toe nails and took her rent check down to the office. Oh! — and I brought her two bags of pretzels.

I knew I had been sick, God, when I realized just today that I had library books four days overdue AND I hadn’t watered my plants since Tuesday. I hadn’t even remembered them enough to ask Kit to water them. Sigh. Forgetting my plants!

Out of this cold, my compassion for the chronically ill is way up. Still, I really don’t know how hard chronic illness must be. Knowing is surely a body thing. Not a head thing.

For some odd reason that brings to mind someone’s idea that participants at peace conferences should be given babies to hold. Giving folks a good dose of oxytocin I suppose. I seem to remember that President Carter had the protagonists at Camp David bring photos of their grandchildren.

Truly, God, I want a world safe for our grandchildren. I am more or less convinced that the only way to have that kind of world is to have the grandmothers in charge. Wouldn’t that be lovely, God? Of course, we grandmothers don’t want to be in charge. But, I am sure no one who WANTS power should ever be given it.

Yes, God, a Council of Grandmothers. That’s what I’d like to see!

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Inner Mortgages — Do They Get Paid Off?

A Tecomanthe Vine from New Guinea in a friend's yard

Good Day God!

Cough cough cough . . . but my cold is not as bad as it might be. Today I waited out my cold by resting and reading. Wondering if this cold is just another semi-disguised way of reducing my Energy Debt.

Sigh, a friend just called and offered the thought that I might possibly be learning to rest. Such a positive spin, God! I would love to think I was learning to cut back, say no, and schedule less. Love to imagine myself molting and emerging as . . . as . . . as . . .

Well, God, there’s the thing. I can imagine myself in a sort of cocoon. I can imagine that I already might not be what I was. But, I have absolutely no idea of what I might be becoming.

Trust? Did I hear the word Trust?

Let’s be clear here, God. I would rather know than trust. I would like to see just how much energy/time I “owe” so I can know when I will be paid off and back to being me again. Because, I really don’t want to change.

A friend emailed me the wonderful news that she had paid off her mortgage. That really is good news. And I am thinking longingly of numbers and things one can measure and count — and pay off. Only, I am a human being and we are far more complex. So, there go simplistic analogies. Dang!

Well, not being able to know, I shall try for trust. I shall try to rest in the not knowing. Maybe not exactly embrace it. But, set my Not Knowing in context. Set myself in the Context of Your Love.

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Posted in Changing, complexity, LOVE, Ongoing Transformation, Trusting God

True Rest: Coming to a Full Stop

A Cat Friend of Suzanne -- who greets her on her walks

Good Day, God!

It wasn’t hard to find today’s photo! I feel just like this cat! Totally relaxed. Last night I was worried that my cold might go down into my chest — I hate bronchitis, God! But, an old remedy — a steamer with a drop of oil of cloves, thyme and cinnamon — did the trick.

I am at a Full Stop, God. Thank You! It feels good. And now I’m thinking of how much Being Time I have wasted. Hmm. Let me reframe that, God. I am now looking forward to enjoying Being Time. Being Alive. Being With.

Ah, God. What was that quote that delighted me recently? Oh yes, Sophia Loren said it: “Mistakes are part of the dues that one pays for a full life.”

You do so want us to live Full Lives, God! And to do that we have to understand that we cannot live without making mistakes. I suspect that our culture wants to live without mistakes. I’m sitting here and pondering that marvelous story about the prodigal son . . . and his “I never made a mistake” older brother. The poor dear older brother was so upset, God, when their father rejoiced so greatly when he welcomed home the “never did anything right” younger brother.

I’m looking at this adorable cat. He comes running to see our daughter Suzanne when she walks by his home. She adores him. And he obviously loves it.

You love us far far more than our daughter loves this cat. You love all of us — mistake makers and mistake haters. Please, God, help us to love.

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Reassembling Myself: Between Past and Future

xcor-lynx suborbital vehicle -- win a free flight!

Good Day, God!

I have been sort of aware that America is turning space over to Free Enterprise. Still, seeing an article on how one can enter a drawing to win a flight on this suborbital vehicle was jarring! Of course, it isn’t like you send in cereal box tops to enter — as in my childhood. You have to register for the Next Generation Suborbital Researchers Conference (NSRC-2012) in Palo Alto, CA on February 27-29. Gosh, I wonder if a friend’s granddaughter might be going to that? Yikes!

I feel, God, as if I am on the very TIP of

Primal Body, Primal Mind: Beyond the Paleo Diet for Total Health and a Longer Life

the exponential curve that is our technological world. Can we really be Going FURTHER? My imagination says SURE! But, other more ancient parts of me shake their head and murmur “too far, too far!”

Ah, God. In spite of being raised on Science Fiction, I am in need of a Time Out. Maybe that is what this persistent cold really is? A chance to stop. A chance to regroup. An opportunity to try to stitch together my old nature with the changes that surround me?

The changes aren’t just located in Space, God. They are located in Time as well. I’ve been working my way through Primal Body, Primal Mind and realizing that we humans did our basic developing in the Ice Age. This warm period has only been the climate for 12,000 years. The author, Nora Gedgaudas, points out that we weren’t eating grain during the ice age. We weren’t even eating it until roughly 3,000 years ago. Ice age? I guess I should have realized that. But, hey? Haven’t things ALWAYS been the way they are NOW?

No. Things keep on changing. Please help all of us, God. Help us through the changes.

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A Gift of Perspective

The Aurora Borealis: Photo by Mara, posted in ZME Travel

Good Day, God!

I’m home with a cold and cough, drifting aimlessly and tired of introspection. I need a change of subject!

The Aurora Borealis seemed like a beautiful topic. There is a lovely time lapse video of the auroras as seen from the space station.

We live in an utterly amazing universe, God! For example, in looking up Northern Lights (Aurora) I found that the Southern Lights seem to change at the same time as the Northern ones. They are in sync! Or, at least that is how I imagine it. The quote (from the Wikipedia link) was: “Its southern counterpart, the aurora australis (or the southern lights), has almost identical features to the aurora borealis and changes simultaneously with changes in the northern auroral zone”

I’m glad I found that quote midst all the scientific information! It makes me feel as if our Planet is “embraced” — held at both poles by the magnetic/solar wind.

Anyway, God, it is GOOD to take my eyes off of myself and delight in the Mystery and Beauty of our Universe — and in strange historical factoids like the extreme Solar Storm of September 1859. The northern lights were seen as far south as the Caribbean and people in the northeast could read by their bright light. What a sight that must have been!

But, then I consider what happened to the telegraph lines — the High Tech of that Time. The pylons threw off sparks, some telegraph paper caught fire, and while some stations stopped working other stations telegraphed for hours without having their normal power “on.”

Hmm. I hope that our communication and internet systems are prepared for another huge solar storm — especially as our eleven year sunspot cycle is reaching its peak.

This is a Beautiful and Amazing World, God. But, it is surely not always a Safe One!

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Dang! Still More Retirement Adjustments

bromeliad leaves at Linikona Art Center

Good Day, God!

It came to me this evening that I am feeling slightly aimless. This morning I resigned from a committee in my Rotary Club. And I am now pretty much done with outside responsibilities. I’m feeling like it’s Decompression Time, God! Should I worry about getting the bends?

I’m only mostly joking about the bends. Because there is a fairly significant series of adjustments bubbling up inside me. One adjustment is changing my focus from “work” to family. My wonderful mom is 97. And as for my wonderful husband, all these years I’ve left all the major responsibilities for our family on Kit’s shoulders. That’s not fair to him and it’s not helping me grow.

an orchid from the Farmers' Market

Another adjustment I’m making is realizing that being on “autopilot” won’t do it. I guess that fact is appallingly obvious to most folks. But,  it wasn’t until right now, God, that I realized “living on autopilot” is exactly what I’ve been doing.

It reminds me of the time when Suzy was very young and had a tricycle accident. A dear neighbor carried her home and helped me mope up the blood. Later Suzy explained that she wanted to see “if the tricycle would steer itself.”

I guess, God, that if we just keep going without having to turn that tricycles and lives DO sort of steer themselves. It is just that Turns Have to be Made! Please help me invest more Time with You, God. I need Your Help! And I need the help of others, too.

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Rainbows and Rest

Almost a double rainbow as I arrived home from a morning walk.

Good Day, God!

Thank You for Rainbows! I hope I never tire of them. Even a photo of them cheers me. Light and Color circling across the sky! Marvelous!

And thanks too for my battery being charged enough to “run” the Appreciation App. What a difference that makes! I’m truly understanding my NEED to recharge! Or to use Your words, my need to keep a Sabbath Day every week.

I canceled today’s two afternoon outings but then decided to go with my husband, Kit, as he got his ears cleaned. I’d thought we’d sign up for hearing aids right then. But, now we are going to do some comparing.

It is easier — although, not cheaper — to take a friend’s referral on such matters. But, this morning another friend gave a different referral. Ah, now it has become a more complex choice instead of just a GO! Ah well. Please help us explore, God.

So, God, what does my Day look like? I walked and then we breakfasted with our Monday friends — laughing even more than usual. Then off I went with Kit to his ear cleaning and then out to lunch with him at Zippys. I have napped and read. Made pesto. And solved a long standing computer problem, thanks to a 45-minute phone conversation with an Apple Senior Advisor. I have had a lovely relaxed day, God.

Kit went off to visit my Mom — which I had planned to do. He enjoys the visits and the games too. And I was still deep into following phone directions from Tracy the Apple expert. Now I’m listening to Bach as I write. My biological optimism is back!

And I am smiling.

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Reflections on an Almost Sabbath Day

Morning Light in the monkey pod tree next to Atherton Chapel

Good Day, God!

This morning I made my own tea while Kit was still sleeping. Then I slipped back into bed — sipping and pondering what I wanted in my day. I knew that I had a Very Low Battery. It had been drained during the week by three outings with my husband, Kit. The outings were enjoyable — but they were Add-ons. EXTRAS!

It’s interesting, God, that I am beginning to “notice” when my internal battery signals that it is dangerously low. Grumpy  and gloomy would be two of the more noticeable signs.

As I lay there sipping tea and thinking about the Sabbath several verses came to mind. Jesus saying that the Sabbath was made for people, not people for the Sabbath. Then Paul saying in Galations 5:1 that we had been set free and to stand then as free!

Ah, but the one verse that really reverberated was Jesus saying in Luke 14:5 if one of you has an ox that falls into a well on the Sabbath will you not immediately pull it out?

I could SEE myself — an Ox down in a well — needing to be pulled out. Yes! But, how best to do that? I decided on a combination of things. First, I would go to church, get cash, return library books, get gas, and buy groceries. In short I would do the things that would improve tomorrow. Then I called and canceled two activities for tomorrow afternoon. I gave myself a Day at Home. That’s a biggie for me!

I’m learning, God, that activities that are a delight when my battery is over half-way charged are actually repellant when my battery is low. I like this “battery” concept God! It’s helpful!

And now? Please, God, bless me as I sleep.

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Home, Glorious HOME!

An orchid purchased today at the Farmers' Market

Good Day, God!

Actually, it is BEING home that is glorious. The home could use a little help. This gorgeous orchid is still in the box it came in because I have been out all day.

I can only say THANK YOU, GOD that I am retired. I hate to think how tired I’d be if I had outside responsibilities. Today, after the Farmers’ Market, I went off with Kit to his band concert.

This was a joint concert with the Omiya Wind Symphony from Japan.

The combined community bands of Omiya, Japan and Honolulu

We left at 11:00 a.m. for a 2:00 p.m. concert so I took lunch, water bottle, books, and my iPhone and iPad. I munched on lunch while both bands rehearsed. The music was marvelous! And when the concert ended there were, of course, photo ops. The Japanese had brought signs, flags and even a beach towel with the islands of Hawaii on it. All taped up or held up. Fun!

Kit proceeded to come down with a cold right afterwards and sneezed all the way home. So we skipped the post-concert joint dinner. Arriving home at 6:00 p.m. Kit went to bed and I went to play scrabble with my mom.

Sunlit clouds over my mom's retirement residence

I must say, God, that I may go back to writing my blog in the morning! In the morning my mind is clear and all is waiting alluringly ahead of me. While at the end of the day my mind and heart are FULL. Well, full is too kind. Jumbled! That is a more accurate word.

On the other hand, sitting and review my day is useful. Today was full of good things — enjoyable things — worthwhile things, even.

BUT I am LONGING for TIME HOME ALONE!  Longing for a FULL SABBATH Day.

Well? Can I PRACTICE what I philosophically and spiritually embrace? Only with Your Help, God! ONLY with Your HELP!

Posted in sabbath rest, sacred space, Sacrifice, solitude and silence, stopping, The difficulty of changing, the gift of nothing to do, time

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