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Covid Chronicles – Calling Dad

June 11, 2020 By Sandra Heska King

“Am I bothering you?” Dad’s calling again. You sure are! (I’m really not doing anything that can’t be interrupted.) “Good!” Dad will turn 93 in just a few days. We would be in Michigan right now to celebrate his birthday as well as my sister’s first anniversary and our oldest granddaughter’s graduation, but COVID is cancelling and complicating a lot of plans. Dad’s been painfully lonely since my mom died eight-and-a-half years ago, and nearly unbearably so since COVID. Before … [Read More...]

keeping distance

Covid Chronicles – Keeping Distance

April 21, 2020 By Sandra Heska King

Keeping distance has really not been all that difficult for me. I'm mostly introverted--an INFP--though I might fool you with my extroverted side. I'm not sure if that's a natural or developed part of … [Read More...]

Resurrection Monday

Covid Chronicles – Resurrection Monday.

April 13, 2020 By Sandra Heska King

Today is Resurrection Monday.Yesterday was Easter, and I cried. It was a small thing that triggered it on top of something else that happened the night before. That sparked a cascade of past hurts. … [Read More...]

Covid Chronicles – March 2020

April 1, 2020 By Sandra Heska King

Life in the time of Covid isn't normal. Just in case you didn't know.My 92-year-old (93 next month) dad had a couple procedures yesterday. The hospital board had to approve them as essential. Because … [Read More...]

The Yellow Wall-Paper: A Graphic Novel

February 27, 2020 By Sandra Heska King

In all my 71 years, I'd never heard of The Yellow Wall-paper. I'd never heard of its author, Charlotte Perkins Gilman, either. Also, I never pay attention to graphic novels--which is odd since I like … [Read More...]

I Quit

February 24, 2020 By Sandra Heska King

I quit.I came by here for a visit and found it's been six months, almost seven, since I've strung any words together in this space.Because I quit. I keep getting new visitors, though. And views on my … [Read More...]

Commit Poetry: Kindness

August 1, 2019 By Sandra Heska King

We have seen kindness in action during the last several weeks. My 16-year-old grand girl, Gracee AKA Grace AKA Amazing Grace, was in a serious car accident in June. I've been in Michigan (I forgot to … [Read More...]

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Commit Poetry: A Midsummer Night’s Dream

May 29, 2019

Since I turned 70 earlier in the year, I've had to accept I'm way, way past midlife. But some say that 70 is the new 40 (or is it 50?), and my own midsummer night's dream is one of looking and feeling … [Read More...]

Let Evening Come

Commit Poetry: Let Evening Come by Jane Kenyon

January 7, 2019

Tweetspeak Poetry has formed a "By Heart" Community, and we are memorizing a poem each month. For December it was "Let Evening Come" by Jane Kenyon. Having lived for years in the country and walked … [Read More...]

Dared

Dared: To Paint a Wall Chartreuse

April 19, 2018

    Chartreuse. The color of your creativity. That phrase pinged around my head this morning. I wrote it on an index card, attributed it to L.L. Barkat, and pinned it to my bulletin … [Read More...]

Dare

Dared: A 30-Mile Bike Ride and a Request

February 16, 2018

  I've gone and dared myself again. Back in December my cardiologist told me I needed to lose some weight. Sigh... I know that, but he's the first doctor who ever called me out. In the past … [Read More...]

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Cutting tonight’s walk short. Stupid blue jay. N Cutting tonight’s walk short. Stupid blue jay. Not this one. A different one. But still. (My niece believes blue jays are a visitation from Grandma—my mom.) 
My shirt says “Walk in love. But I’m not feeling very loving. And if it WAS my Mom AKA Mother Mary Esther of the Order of Perpetual Birdwatchers, I’ll bet she’s having a good laugh. A passerby said she heard it was good luck and I should buy a lottery ticket tonight. In other news, I also banged my hip bone against our bed’s footboard and gave myself a mighty bruise. Then I burned my arm on the top of the grill. I did manage to wash all the knives without cutting myself and didn’t start any fires. So how was your day?
And now… “From the rising of the sun to the pl And now… “From the rising of the sun to the place where it sets, the name of the Lord is to be praised.”
The world’s a mess, but His mercies are new. The world’s a mess, but His mercies are new.
When we were in Israel last month, we visited @yad When we were in Israel last month, we visited @yadvashem - the World Holocaust Center in Jerusalem. There wasn't enough time to spend nearly enough time. 

The Valley of the Communities was very moving. It's a labyrinth of stone from which there seems no way out. Our guide said It gives an idea of the endlessness of the horror. His parents emigrated from Vilna (the Jerusalem of Lithuania), before the Holocaust. In 1935, thirteen of his family members still remained there. By 1945 only one--an uncle--had survived. He wrote a book about them from a bundle of old letters. "One story out of millions."

"This memorial commemorates the Jewish communities destroyed by Nazi Germany and its collaborators, and the few which suffered but survived in the shadow of the Holocaust."
#Israel2022 #HolocaustRemembranceDay
“From my favorite spot on the floor, I look up a “From my favorite spot on the floor, I look up at the blue sky and the bare chestnut tree on whose branches little raindrops shine, appearing like silver, ” Anne Frank wrote in the Diary of a Young Girl. Watching the tree change through the seasons her family spent in hiding in an attic gave her hope. The Holocaust Memorial Center is one of only eleven sites in the United States to receive a sapling from that tree. I stand at “her” window and imagine hanging hope on a tree.

"It happened, therefore it can happen again: this is the core of what we have to say. It can happen, and it can happen everywhere.” ~ Primo Levi

From a post I wrote for @tspoetry after a visit to the @holocaustcenter.

https://www.tweetspeakpoetry.com/2016/07/27/regional-tour-holocaust-memorial-center-farmington-hills-michigan/
Stunning tree I parked near at Bible study yesterd Stunning tree I parked near at Bible study yesterday. I was in a rush and failed to snap the whole tree. I need to run back before the flowers fall. I think it’s a jacaranda? I want one.
Speaking of birds... bluejay in my backyard this a Speaking of birds... bluejay in my backyard this afternoon. I thought he was hurt, but I think he was just trying to cool off. (Maybe it's a young one.... unless it's the light?)
Someone should do something about that dog. She’ Someone should do something about that dog. She’s yelping and carrying on like she’s in some awful pain.
“Now in the place where he was crucified there w “Now in the place where he was crucified there was a new tomb in which no one had yet been laid.” ~ John 19:41

“But the angel said to the women, ‘Do not be afraid, for I know that you seek Jesus who was crucified. He is not here, for he has risen, as he said. Come, see the place where he lay…’”~ Matthew 28:5-6

Many wonder if this tomb, which lies just a few yards west of Golgotha could be the place where Jesus lay and rose. I wish we could have lingered longer here in this garden and in the tomb itself. It was easier for me to imagine the events of that weekend happening here than in the heavily incensed, decorated, dark and crowded Church of the Holy Sepulchre… though my hairdresser said her old boyfriend “got chills”’when he entered that tomb. We did not go inside that one because the line was way too long. 

At any rate, the most important thing is that he tomb is EMPTY and HE IS RISEN!

HAPPY EASTER!
#Israel2022 #GardenTomb #Easter
 “Peter said to him, ‘Lord, I am ready to g 
“Peter said to him, ‘Lord, I am ready to go with you both to prison and to death’ Jesus said, ‘I tell you, Peter, the rooster will not crow this day until you deny three times that you know me.’” ~ Luke 22:33-34

The Church of St. Peter in Gallicantu (rooster crowing) built over what tradition says was the house of Caiaphas where Jesus was brought after he was arrested. Perhaps he was imprisoned in one of the underground crypts while awaiting trial. 

“On top of the church, higher than the cross—I loved this—stands a golden rooster! I’ll never look at a weathervane the same again. How would you like to have a church commemorate your weakest moment?” ~ Wayne Stiles in Walking in the Footsteps of Jesus

#Israel2022 #GoodFriday
The olive trees here are ancient… some carbon da The olive trees here are ancient… some carbon dates to the 12th century, according to my Eyewitness book on Jerusalem. “DNA tests have shown that eight of the trees grew from cuttings from the same mother tree—perhaps taken by Christians who believed the tree to have witnessed Jesus’s agony.” 

Gethsemane means “olive press.” Jesus was pressed to his very depths that night.  He knew what was ahead. He could have run far away. But he went where he knew Judas would look for him. 

“And he withdrew from them about a stone’s throw, and knelt down and prayed, ‘Father, if you are willing, remove this cup from me. Nevertheless, not my will, but yours, be done.’ And there appeared to him an angel from heaven, strengthening him. And being in agony he prayed more earnestly; and his sweat became like great drops of blood falling down to the ground.” ~ Luke 22:41-44

Garden of Gethsemane and Church of the Nations

#Israel2022
A "blue preacher" right outside my door, nearly as A "blue preacher" right outside my door, nearly as tall as I am. I wonder what he's wondering. Is he finding the answer blowing in the wind?

"Watch, now, how I start the day
in happiness, in kindness." ~ Mary Oliver in "Why I Wake Early"
Food truck night. Food truck night.
Looking east from the Mount of Olives at the Templ Looking east from the Mount of Olives at the Temple Mount and Rock of the Dome. And then the Eastern (Golden) Gate, currently sealed where Jesus might have entered the city after riding down the hill.
Tristram’s starling - named after the Reverend H Tristram’s starling - named after the Reverend Henry Baker Tristram—seen in Masada. #Israel2022
Owl? Owl?
Food truck night and a supper guest. Food truck night and a supper guest.
Been a while since I've posted a gator. This guy ( Been a while since I've posted a gator. This guy (gal?) has been cruising one of our neighborhood lakes the last few days.
Ibex (wild goat) 🐐 “The high mountains belong Ibex (wild goat)
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“The high mountains belong to the wild goats” Psalm 104:18
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David may have hidden from King Saul in this area. If we ever get to go back to Israel, I hope we can explore this this place. On the day we visited, there was concern for flash flooding, so we only got in a few steps.
A crow for @meganwillome #crow #greycrow #israel A crow for @meganwillome  #crow #greycrow #israel #jerusalem
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