Linda Hoye's Blog, page 113
March 19, 2018
Monday, March 19, 2018
Every spring is the only spring — a perpetual astonishment. Ellis Peters Yesterday after church we had to do something we would ordinarily tend to during the week. One of the gifts of retirement is the ability to transact business during slow times. Unfortunately, it doesn’t always work out that way. We waited in line
March 18, 2018
Sunday, March 18, 2018
Spring translates earth’s happiness into colorful flowers. Terri Guillemets I wake late because of a restless night. A gift: time to read and time to pray. But waking late is not my favourite thing. There’s always a price. So just a short simple happy list this morning. More green in the flower garden every day. A
March 17, 2018
Saturday, March 17, 2018
For in the true nature of things, if we rightly consider, every green tree is far more glorious than if it were made of gold and silver. Martin Luther A bit o’ the green to mark this St. Patrick’s Day. No shamrocks around here so a hosta leaf shot last summer will have to suffice.
March 16, 2018
Friday, March 16, 2017
This is to say nothing against afternoons, evenings or even midnight. Each has its portion of the spectacular. But dawn — dawn is a gift. Mary Oliver, Long Life: Essays and Other Writings Dawn is, indeed, a gift and it’s coming later since we turned our clocks back last weekend. The time change is also
March 15, 2018
Thursday, March 15, 2018
There are far, far better things ahead than any we leave behind. C.S. Lewis I’ve been thinking about my mothers: my adoptive mom who died suddenly at age fifty-five from a pulmonary embolism, and my birth mom who died suddenly at age fifty-nine from a pulmonary embolism. It messes with me every time I remember
March 14, 2018
Wednesday, March 14, 2018
It’s surprising how much memory is built around things unnoticed at the time. ~Barbara Kingsolver By the time we get to the park, the sun is behind clouds. The temperature still registers warm, but without the sun it’s cool. Nevertheless, we pull into the parking lot and set out to walk around the park. This
March 13, 2018
Tuesday, March 13, 2018
It always amazes me to look at the little, wrinkled brown seeds and think of the rainbows in ’em,” said Captain Jim. “When I ponder on them seeds I don’t find it nowise hard to believe that we’ve got souls that’ll live in other worlds. You couldn’t hardly believe there was life in them tiny
March 12, 2018
Monday, March 12, 2018
A single crocus blossom ought to be enough to convince our heart that springtime, no matter how predictable, is somehow a gift, gratuitous, gratis, a grace. David Steindl-Rast ”Hello, sweet girl! Did you miss us?” There’s nothing like Maya’s bum-wiggling, happy greeting to make me happy to be home. I bend down and give her a
March 11, 2018
Sunday, March 11, 2018
All photographs are memento mori. To take a photograph is to participate in another person’s (or thing’s) mortality, vulnerability, mutability. Precisely by slicing out this moment and freezing it, all photographs testify to time’s relentless melt. Susan Sontag Springing forward this morning. Yet another reason to wish i lived in Saskatchewan (where they don’t do
March 10, 2018
Saturday, March 10, 2018
It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade. Charles Dickens, Great Expectations Finally. FINALLY! A day with no commitments. Sunshine, solitude and silence, and rest. That is it. That is all. That is enough.
