Off to see the Nutcracker.
Leaving three sad sick ones behind . . .
(though we're the only two who were going to go anyway)
Lights, tulle, glittery snow, little bags of cookies and lots of applause -- we both loved it.
Sunday, December 11, 2011
The Nutcracker
Off to see the Nutcracker.
Leaving three sad sick ones behind . . .
(though we're the only two who were going to go anyway)
Lights, tulle, glittery snow, little bags of cookies and lots of applause -- we both loved it.
Saturday, December 10, 2011
Love
Diamonds . . .
Roses . . .
Cruises on the Caribbean . . .
All nothing compared to this gift of love:
Cleaning up someone else's throw up. Someone who just downed a huge glass of deep purple pomegranate juice. Someone who got a violent and quick flu -- hours after baby girl (so I was already knee-deep in another flavor . . .).
This is love. Being on your hands and knees scrubbing your love's insides spewed out.
Merry Christmas, love.
Roses . . .
Cruises on the Caribbean . . .
All nothing compared to this gift of love:
Cleaning up someone else's throw up. Someone who just downed a huge glass of deep purple pomegranate juice. Someone who got a violent and quick flu -- hours after baby girl (so I was already knee-deep in another flavor . . .).
This is love. Being on your hands and knees scrubbing your love's insides spewed out.
Merry Christmas, love.
Tuesday, December 6, 2011
The Trinity
I like this picture of the Trinity.
At first it kind-of turned me off. The picture was quite small on a page of my book and it looked like God the Father was tolerating (at best) holding his son . . . rolling his eyes as if Jesus was a bit too smelly or dramatic.
But in this enlarged, lightened version, I see no sense of eye-rolling or exasperation. . . which greatly improved my opinion of this painting. I'm sure seeing it in real life is amazing.
I came across this picture in September and it hasn't left me yet. I think about it all the time. I love the image that God, sitting on God's throne, is this grouping: Father, Son and Holy Spirit, all cozy and making a complete picture of love . . . of sacrifice.
A trio of oneness. A family. The fullness of God.
On a throne.
Being love.
I like it.
The Trinity (Father, Son and Holy Ghost as a dove). Left wing of a triptych. Robert Campin (1378-1444).
At first it kind-of turned me off. The picture was quite small on a page of my book and it looked like God the Father was tolerating (at best) holding his son . . . rolling his eyes as if Jesus was a bit too smelly or dramatic.
But in this enlarged, lightened version, I see no sense of eye-rolling or exasperation. . . which greatly improved my opinion of this painting. I'm sure seeing it in real life is amazing.
I came across this picture in September and it hasn't left me yet. I think about it all the time. I love the image that God, sitting on God's throne, is this grouping: Father, Son and Holy Spirit, all cozy and making a complete picture of love . . . of sacrifice.
A trio of oneness. A family. The fullness of God.
On a throne.
Being love.
I like it.
The Trinity (Father, Son and Holy Ghost as a dove). Left wing of a triptych. Robert Campin (1378-1444).
The Tuesday Run
Do I run because I love life?
Or do I love life because I run?
That is the question.
Monday, December 5, 2011
Jingle All the Way
I just bought The Johnny Mann Singers "We Wish You A Merry Christmas" album on itunes.
These are the songs I grew up listening to -- the album that always played as we brought in our Christmas tree and decorated it.
Oh for lovely.
The music floods me with warmth, cheerfulness, and the hush of a dark room lit by tiny colored lights.
These songs are my childhood. . . . pure happiness . . . true joy.
And now, starting today, these songs will be my children's childhoods too.
Like all good things to pass from generation to generation: faith, compassion, service, kindness, tiny twinkling colored lights, and now, The Johnny Mann Singers.
Jingle all the way.
These are the songs I grew up listening to -- the album that always played as we brought in our Christmas tree and decorated it.
Oh for lovely.
The music floods me with warmth, cheerfulness, and the hush of a dark room lit by tiny colored lights.
These songs are my childhood. . . . pure happiness . . . true joy.
And now, starting today, these songs will be my children's childhoods too.
Like all good things to pass from generation to generation: faith, compassion, service, kindness, tiny twinkling colored lights, and now, The Johnny Mann Singers.
Jingle all the way.
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