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Senses of Joy (Retitled Repost)

By Sandra, on May 17th, 2012%

Sometimes joy hides right in the open,

waits for me to notice.

thrums with sweet surprises to melt life bitter

while I look squinty eyed right at her

or past her

or through her.

But with my God-tinted lenses, I see her

in the midst . . . → Read More: Senses of Joy (Retitled Repost)

To Learn

By Sandra, on May 16th, 2012%

Until we accept the fact that life itself is founded in mystery,

we shall learn nothing.

. . . → Read More: To Learn

More Than Enough

By Sandra, on May 15th, 2012%

“Take some more tea,” the March Hare said to Alice, very earnestly.

“I’ve had nothing yet,” Alice replied in an offended tone, “so I can’t take more.”

“You mean you can’t take less,” said the Hatter.
“it’s very easy to take more than nothing.”

More Than Enough

always more

. . . → Read More: More Than Enough

Stripping and Soaking

By Sandra, on May 14th, 2012%

I’ve turned the television to a music station–New Age.

Don’t judge me.

Right now I’m listening to a very soothing piano piece by Bernward Koch called “Evoking Wonder” from a CD titled Walking Through Clouds.

There’s not a cloud in the sky.

I watch a purple finch crack an oily shell, strip and probe and push with it’s tongue to . . . → Read More: Stripping and Soaking

Scripture Sunday: Unending Love, Amazing Grace

By Sandra, on May 12th, 2012%

Soaking in His amazing grace and unending love with Deidra and Katie.

. . . → Read More: Scripture Sunday: Unending Love, Amazing Grace

Still Saturday: Alone with the Alone

By Sandra, on May 11th, 2012%

Silence is not simply the absence of noise or the shutdown of communication with the outside world, but rather a process of coming to stillness. Silent solitude forges true speech. I’m not speaking of physical isolation; solitude here means being alone with the Alone, experiencing the transcendent Other and growing in awareness of one’s identity as . . . → Read More: Still Saturday: Alone with the Alone

In Which I Leave the Bedside

By Sandra, on May 10th, 2012%

I’m twenty years old, working as a G.N. (graduate nurse), still waiting to find out if I passed my boards.

It’s 3 p.m., and I come on duty to discover I’m in charge of all the intensive care patients. I have two regularly-scheduled nurse’s aides and one practical nurse who’s never worked on this unit.

I make assignments . . . → Read More: In Which I Leave the Bedside

For National Nurses Week: Through the Time Tunnel (repost)

By Sandra, on May 9th, 2012%

Monday, September 13, 2010

I enter a time tunnel and stand in front of Andersen Center, what used to be Andersen Hall.

I’m surprised that it still stands.

I’m overwhelmed.

I look up and see my room. On the corner. With the bay windows.

I must go inside.

But my husband says we can’t. There are security locks on the door.

I step . . . → Read More: For National Nurses Week: Through the Time Tunnel (repost)

For National Nurses Week: Nursing School Memories (repost)

By Sandra, on May 8th, 2012%

I graduated from Saginaw General Hospital’s diploma nursing program in 1969, a member of the last class.

Most programs lasted three years, but this one packed all the work in two. We went year around. The hospital staffed around the students, and some of us also worked as aides on the weekends for a little . . . → Read More: For National Nurses Week: Nursing School Memories (repost)

Of False Signs and Feathered Hope

By Sandra, on May 7th, 2012%

There was thunder.

And there was lightning.

And Grace called, all whispers.

“Grandma, I was just in bed saying my prayers. And I asked God to bring Great-Grandma back. And I asked Him to give me a sign that she was coming. And right then there was this big flash. And . . . she’s coming back!”

“No, Grace. That . . . → Read More: Of False Signs and Feathered Hope