still saturday: wasting time
“Conscientiously ‘wasting’ time with God enables me to speak and act from greater strength, to forgive rather than nurse the latest bruise to my wounded ego, to be capable of magnanimity during the petty moments of life. It empowers me to lose myself, at least temporarily, against a greater background than the tableau of my fears and insecurities, to merely be still and know that God is God. ~Brennan Manning in Abba’s Child Still, Sandy Welcome to Still Saturday where we pause after a busy week, move in quiet pilgrimage, maybe linger a while in some still place, and soak in the beauty of images and words. We’d love for you to join us. Get the details on the left, grab your favorite button, and link up below. We...
Still Saturday: Catching Quiet
It is a hard art to learn, catching quiet by palms raised cupped in air shifting location here and there like trying to guess the pattern of falling leaves, and hoping to feel the soft descent of moments when silence slips between sounds. ~Enuma Okoro from “Passing Ordinary Time” as found in At the Still Point Welcome to Still Saturday where we pause after a busy week, move in quiet pilgrimage, maybe linger a while in some still place, and soak in the beauty of images and words. We’d love for you to join us. Get the details above, grab your favorite button, and link up below. We all love to hear if something especially speaks to your heart, but please don’t feel pressured to comment. Simply take some time to gaze long and drink...
Still Saturday: Just Enough Time (Day 20)
“I speak it to God: I don’t really want more time; I just want enough time. Time to breathe deep and time to see real and time to laugh long, time to give You glory and rest deep and sing joy and just enough time in a day not to feel hounded, pressed, driven, or wild to get it all done–yesterday . . . I just want time to do my one life well.” ~Ann Voskamp in One Thousand Gifts (pp 67-68) Welcome to Still Saturday where we pause after a busy week, move in quiet pilgrimage, maybe linger a while in some still place, and soak in the beauty of images and words. We’d love for you to join us. Get the details above, grab your favorite button, and link up below. We all love to hear if something especially speaks to your heart, but please...
Five Minute Friday: There is No Hurry (Day 12)
I pour tomatoes and chop sweet onion. Then snip parsley frills and crush the basil, sprinkle salt, add spoonful of sugar. Stir. I race against the clock. Hurry. A tasty sauce takes time to simmer. But hungry stomachs will arrive at six. I rattle glasses, bang stainless, wash and wipe. Outside a silver needle threads its way across the sky, straight and slow. Autumn swirls its colors in the breeze. Time crunches underfoot. A hawk soars in circles high over khaki corn. It’s in no hurry. A cardinal perches on the clothesline T. A one-eyed black cat glances my way, then saunters toward the edge. I lay down my sponge and pick up my camera. I must squeeze the juice of this one moment while I still can see. There is no...
Going Home
We should be eating free pancakes (pfannekuchen) under the pavilion. That was the plan. That’s Friday morning Alpenfest tradition. But Sissy and I instead pack hospital bags–contact lens solutions, glasses, toothbrush, deodorant, a change of clothes. We slip computers into cases and cell phone charges into purses. We don’t know what the next few days hold. But we’ve been down the road before. What if he hadn’t been having followup CT scans? This bleed is a new one, bigger than the little leaks they’ve been watching, about the same size as the one last year, on the other side of the head. It’s been there about a week, the doctor says, and requires surgery. The water shimmers before us as we top the hill. The sight of it...
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