I’m sitting cross-legged on my bed this morning. There’s a nuthatch on the branch outside the window–the window with the broad, cracked smile. The smile that D has sealed with transparent packing tape and dolloped with some whipped putty. The power line from pole to house corner sags and glistens in the sun, and shadow trees dance in a snow-dusted ballroom.
All in celebration of time.
How fleet it is. And how fragile. Like a glass slipper.
Handle this moment with care.
I’m thinking of the past year’s passings.
Through the firsts of a season of grief following my mom’s passing into the arms of Jesus. Today she would have turned 84, but it’s her second birthday in heaven.
From a season of wants to a season of gratitude. Traveling to Haiti changed the way I see, gave me new lenses.
From chaos to order. Well, kind of. Sort of. At least I’ve made some progress.
From noise to stillness. Or into a deeper need for it. And I’m in awe of those who long to and are able to stir a little serenity into Saturdays, who help us peel our eyes and hearts from the world of shiny and focus on the Light. In fact, some of the most popular posts of this past year pool in the stilling and the seeing.
But also in the stories. The real and the raw. The ripped open and bleeding ones. The ones filled with laughter and love. Because somehow we’re linked together through them.
This year I’ve passed into a new season of spilling words and photos in other places like BibleDude and The High Calling. And in case you haven’t noticed, this blog has a new look (thanks, Dude) and a new tag line and even a new email subscription service that started today. (You can subscribe over there on the right and get these posts right in your box.)
And the dude has helped resurrect my Facebook writer’s page. You can like it from here, too, there on the sidebar. Go on, do it. I know you want to.
I’ve got some other writing projects in the works for next year as well. I’m excited. And scared. But it’s never too late. And His timing is perfect.
Last year, this word floated in my head all year. It helped me focus my time, and it worked well for the most part.
Now I’ve chosen a new word to live with. It’s a word that’s clung to me since I read this little book. So I guess I can blame Ed for it.
It’s a word I can embrace on so many levels. According to Strong’s, the Hebrew even includes ideas of cutting out and paring down, of fattening and filling, of smoothing and polishing, as well as of forming and fashioning, of making something new.
And today’s the first time I noticed that it includes the words eat and ate. It should be an interesting word to resurrect, explore, and incorporate into my life in a deeper way.
Oh, and in case you were wondering, here are the three most popular (viewed) original (not Still Saturday) posts of 2012:
And the cracked window? We’re having it and most all our other windows (the ones installed in the 1960s) replaced on Thursday. That project should change the way we see the world, too.
In the stillness,