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February 7, 2018
Wednesday, February 7, 2018
Every journey to something is a journey away from something, Matthew Kelly It pops up, as a reminder: four years ago today was the last Friday I spent in the office before we retired and repatriated to Canada. It seems like a lifetime ago. I wrote, at the time, of my desire to “live one
February 6, 2018
Tuesday, February 6, 2018
Be thou never without something to do; be reading, or writing, or praying, or meditating, or doing something that is useful to the community. Thomas Kempis, The Imitation of Christ Snow and rain continues, with an emphasis on snow. My crocuses must be so confused; I know I am. Enjoying a pedicure (one of my
February 5, 2018
Monday, February 5, 2018
Seek a suitable time for thy meditation, and think frequently of the mercies of God to thee. Thomas à Kempis Jolted, I bring with me to wakefulness memories of my precious little Yorkie, Chelsea. The dream prompted, I’m sure, by photos Gerry and I reminisced over yesterday. I used to call her my perfect dog; I
February 4, 2018
Sunday, February 4, 2018
Is there anything more loyal than the sun? Mary Oliver It’s gray—snow and rain, rain and snow. The lack of sunshine is beginning to wear. I head to my photo archive and grab something with colour and sunshine and remember that day and days like it and my spirits are brightened. A couple of days
February 3, 2018
Saturday, February 3, 2018
Come forth into the light of things, let nature be your teacher. William Wordsworth A word spoken, one written, and with wisdom inspiration comes. Gifts: unintended and thus all the more precious. Simple. Awake too early or perhaps just early enough. I finish a book and by then it’s too late to try to sleep.
February 2, 2018
Friday, February 2, 2018
What one does is what counts. Not what one had the intention of doing. Pablo Picasso I hear something—stop focusing on goals, instead focus on habits—and I make a decision and set an intention. Hungry for routine, this wishy-washy start to the year doesn’t serve me well. I get testy. I lose focus. It’s February now.
Therefore, at the heart of the meaning of work is creativity. If you are God, your work is to create out of nothing. If you are not God, but like God—that is, if you are human—your work is to take what God has made and shape it and use it to make him look great.
Sometimes, God redeems your story by surrounding you with people who need to hear about your past so it doesn’t become their future. Jon Acuff I was reading something recently that mentioned a writer I had not heard of. I Googled to find her online home and popped over to her blog. i read a
The very least you can do in your life is to figure out what you hope for. And the most you can do is live inside that hope. Not admire it from a distance but live right in it, under its roof. Barbara Kingsolver I wake late, discombobulated after a dream about an animal that
It comes the very moment you wake up each morning. All your wishes and hopes [and fears] for the day rush at you like wild animals. And the first job each morning consists simply in shoving them all back; in listening to that other voice, taking that other point of view, letting that other larger,
