Showing posts with label Life. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Life. Show all posts

Friday, November 23, 2012

I'm Not THAT Bored!

A few Saturdays ago as I headed into Pensacola for errands, I called my sister Cathi to chat. I told her in relation to the way I felt that day that "I was so bored I could turn to dirt". Who really knows what that means but I said it. I had put my camera in the car because I was so bored with the running of housekeeping errands I was doing that I thought it would be a great diversion if I came across something to photograph. As I passed St. Michael's Cemetery, a historic location in Pensacola, Florida I decided to go in and take some shots. I had thought about doing it before but never had.

As I entered through the iron gate I saw that I was quite alone. Not a lot of visitors. And as I walked through the cemetery trying to be respectful of the location of graves and looking for what might be an interesting shot what I had said earlier to my sister came back to mind, being so bored "I could turn to dirt" - ironic and humbling - and I decided that I really was not all that bored any more! Anyway, I made use of my time and came back and worked on the photos I shot which helped me be even less bored - I am posting what I thought of interest, below.

Family Plot

Sounds like a nice guy

Contrast in style

I found this one funny - no "do overs" in stone

Oak tree holding head stone - looked like it was reading it

Shapes and Shadows

This is a link to information on the cemetery - http://www.stmichaelscemetery.org/

Monday, November 12, 2012

Riding on the City of New Orleans and Bob Dylan

I liked Chicago. I don't think I was prepared to like it, or even thought very much about if I would like it as I planned our trip, but it was nice. My husband and I took an Amtrak train from New Orleans to Chicago to see Bob Dylan with Mark Knopfler in concert, the City of New Orleans train. My purpose was to have a short get away trip for us with low stress - (husband NOT driving) - and to see Bob Dylan. Dylan is 71 and you know, how long will he tour? Anyway, I really liked Chicago, as did hubby.

We left New Orleans on a Thursday afternoon, 1:35 PM. New Orleans is a 2.5 hour drive from our house in Gulf Breeze, Florida and so we made sure we arrived in New Orleans with enough time to eat at Mother's before we boarded. That place is great! Had gumbo and oyster/shrimp Po'Boy with coffee, a creamy blend of coffee that is different than regular brewed coffee, but I haven't figured out how they do that. We made reservations on Amtrak in a Roomette - a private sleeper car that allows you to sit and sleep in privacy while you test the strength of your marriage. It is the smallest of the Amtrak sleeper cars. It has wonderful windows to gaze out of but when it comes time to sleep, a prescription sleeping pill is a must in trip planning.




Riding Amtrak gives you the opportunity to see the back side of lots of towns, some of that is interesting. Going north out of New Orleans I heard the comment a few doors down, "I saw an alligator"! I did not see an alligator this trip but I did see lots and lots of crab trap buoys stuck in bushes from previous high water.








And I saw the following:






I don't know where this was but is was interesting for a few minutes.

You can also see lots of older train cars along the way. If you really like trains, and I'm starting to, it is almost like a museum!
Arrival in Chicago  - 9:00 AM the next day - breakfast and lunch with total strangers along the way who are not so strange after the meal.

On Friday we went to the Art Institute of Chicago which was absolutely fabulous -
Lion in front of Art Institute


I will do another blog post on that museum as there was so much I enjoyed there, then we went on to United Center for the concert. Took a taxi to United Center, public bus on way back to the Palmer House where we were staying.


 Here is a photo from the room at the hotel, when we arrived from Amtrak.
Really nice place, the Palmer House - we saw Geraldo Rivera that night in the lobby. He was so happy to see us. :-)

The trip was great. We went to the Museum of Science and Industry the next day where there are more exhibits than you can see in a day...

and boarded the Amtrak at 8:00 PM that night, Saturday, to head back south. I'm glad I went. If you haven't tried Amtrak sleepers cars yet for a trip, give it a try. It's a unique experience.

Below is the link to the review of the concert from the Chicago Tribune if you care to read it - it was truly a great night with the artists. They were happy to see us too.
http://www.chicagotribune.com/entertainment/music/turnitup/chi-bob-dylan-concert-review-20121109,0,817318.column

Wednesday, November 7, 2012

Sand Kingdoms

The day after the Presidential election, Nov. 7, 2012. A great time to write another post.

Some years back, actually around 1998/1999 there was this thing called Y2K. Y2K was a byword for a believed-in future phenomenon that the world would be going hay wire via computer mayhem when we rolled over to 2000 from 1999. My husband and I did not buy into it at the time - our reasoning seemed to be different from others in a particular belief group. It's not important what our reasoning was then or what seemed to be the reasoning of others regarding this post, but I mention this to be able to make the following statement: that people hold beliefs dear on this earth that may or may not be true. Such a news flash! :)  Regarding Y2K, it did not happen. Prior to it not happening, my husband and I experienced some disassociation from these people who believed differently. I remember telling two women in my kitchen that believed differently than I that historically, at the turn of the century, human beings (which I believe we are all) are historically superstitious and could it be that it was a great part of what was happening then. I received very skeptical looks. You know the kind of look - one that makes you feel as if there is something very strange sitting on your head. It was a time of division for us that was somewhat difficult to go through. During this time I contemplated on what was happening quite a bit. One thing I kept thinking about was the fact that why did people think they were so important that they could not be wrong? What made human beings so subject to delusion? Did you know that if you took 450 cups of sands at a certain millimeter in size (I figured this out once and can't remember the size) and put them in a container, that would be the amount of people on this planet at any given time, approximately. That is a lot of people. It should be a humbling concept.

Regarding the election, my guy did not win - but - I don't really have a guy on this earth. My #1 guy wasn't running - Jesus. In fact this morning when I got up I went to my concordance and looked up verses that have the word "kingdom" in them in the New Testament. It's quite a list. You see, I woke up thinking about the kingdom of God and what really matters and what is really true. As people wake up today either happy or sad, or maybe indifferent, which of us human beings are right? Who chose correctly? How can you know with so many "grains of sand"?

THE KINGDOM OF GOD:  number one theme in the mission of Jesus.  As the story of Jesus played out on this earth, His meaning of kingdom was far different than what the Jews of that time had in mind, politically. Even before His crucifixion, the Roman custom was to release a Jewish prisoner at Passover. Pilot was sure hoping that they would ask for Jesus is my belief but instead they asked for Barabas, a zealot who had taken part of a revolt against the Roman government. I think that the release of a person fighting for an earthly kingdom instead of the one who sets up an eternal kingdom is at least a powerful irony. I am not saying that it's not important how and what we choose here on this earth - obviously choices, elections and government decisions are the building blocks of society and history. Some decisions are certainly better than others with varying results and consequences, but as a Christian, I really want to have a healthy perspective on such a thing as fallible human beings  running for office in the light of eternity and the shifting sands of history as well as how I should conduct myself when what I want or voted for does not happen.

THE KINGDOM OF GOD - In response to the people of Capernaum trying to keep Jesus in the area, Jesus said, "I must preach the good news of the kingdom of God to the other towns also, because that is why I was sent." In Luke 12 while Jesus was among a crowd, a man came to Jesus asking Jesus to tell his brother to divide the inheritance with him. Interesting request. I would assume that the man asking was referring to his older brother who perhaps had received the entire inheritance according to the custom at the time and we all know that's not fair, at least by the standards of our culture. Spread the wealth, everyone gets a fair share is the way it should be, right? Jesus responds, "Man, who appointed me a judge or an arbiter between you?" Then Jesus goes on to say, "Watch out! Be on your guard against all kinds of greed: a man's life does not consist in the abundance of his possessions." I just love this about Jesus. Everyone is on a level playing field with Him when it comes to a person's heart and motivation.  Even if the guy who asked was wronged, Jesus speaks to a greater truth. Then Jesus goes on to teach on not worrying about your life, what you wear and what you shall eat - "And do not set your heart on what you shall eat or drink, do not worry about it. For the pagan world runs after all such things, and your Father knows that you need them. But seek His kingdom, and these things will be given to you as well. Do not be afraid, little flock, for your Father has been pleased to give you the kingdom. Sell your possessions and give to the poor. Provide purses for yourselves that will not wear out, a treasure in heaven that will not be exhausted, where no thief comes near and no moth destroys. For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also."  My treasure is not on this earth nor is it with a particular political party nor is it with the United States of America. It is with another place I have not seen yet, but know is there. I hope I conduct myself as a valuable citizen of the USA while I am here, and I believe that is how we should be. But whether it is a good or bad thing that Barack Obama will be President four more years is not ultimately all that important, not in light of eternity. It certainly isn't something I care to allow to divide me from others I love.

And finally, I think this scripture speaks to the changing sands of time, it is all a passing circumstance  -Daniel 2:21 "And He is changing times and seasons, He is causing kings to pass away, and He is raising up kings; He is giving wisdom to the wise, and knowledge to those possessing understanding.

Sunday, October 28, 2012

Be Heard

I don't know really how to say what it is I am going to try to say here in this entry. It's regarding an extremely touchy subject but somehow I feel compelled to write this. It is in regard to the election and the way I believe that causes me to vote one way or the other. So here goes, and I hope I make some sense.

I believe very strongly the following - that life is precious and should not be discarded lightly, and that God made men and women in His image, and intended for them to marry each other. These two beliefs I hold dear and believe that they are keys to a strong and healthy society for a lot of reasons that I won't go into here. I also believe that Jesus came to show the way to God. And Jesus was the ultimate example in sacrificial love and was full of compassion. Therefore to attempt to follow Jesus we must strive to be as He was, loving and compassionate. Very difficult task.

During this election period I have read posts on Facebook by people who are going to vote for Romney and people who are going to vote for Obama. I have heard convictions and beliefs on both sides and what a wonderful country we have that we have freedom of speech - but then again, do we really? It seems that there is an underlining current of discrimination and hateful remarks against people who hold the same beliefs that I do; abortion is fundamentally wrong and that marriage should be between a man and a woman. To hold these convictions these days puts you at risk to be called homophobic, ignorant, hateful - and all other assorted titles to demean your beliefs. I frankly am getting tired of it and I want to speak up. I have just as much right in this country to say no to something as others have to say yes. And in those issues, we must have healthy debate and opportunity to speak and elect others that share your beliefs. That is what our country is founded on - a form of government that has elected officials to govern for the people who elected them. Our country has many people of ethnic, religious and sexual persuasions, all of which have a voice and the power to vote. So let's stop calling names to people we don't agree with - and realize that it is arrogance that causes dismissal of others as if their strongly held convictions have less place or merit than your own, or are somehow ignorant and hateful. I do not feel hateful towards anyone. I desire that all would prosper and live in peace. I have an idea of how that could be done, and therefore I vote.

And so - we are on the last lap of this election. I pray that all would vote their conviction, and give respect to those who don't agree with you. For the people, by the people...

Sunday, October 14, 2012

Words That Persuade

This morning while watching CBS Sunday Morning, an image of Hitler was shown for just a few seconds as a part of the current report. The report was about the Franklin D. Roosevelt Four Freedoms Park on Roosevelt Island in New York City. It was such an interesting report regarding the park and the length of time it took to complete it. The son of the architect who designed it actually brought it to reality. But because Franklin D Roosevelt was the President of the United States of America throughout World War II, a photo of Adolph Hilter was included in the report. When that photo flashed on screen, the evil in his eyes gave me a bit of a start - almost overwhelming the story for me. I began to think about how evil he was and how much power he had to do the things he did, but he did not do it alone, he had help. He was able to persuade others, many others, to join his cause. This line of thought started me thinking today about words and their power.

I love to write. I enjoy putting a thought together by writing. I have written in journals my whole life practically, starting at about 14 years old. I have volumes of journals still, even though Hurricane Ivan took quite a few away. I am sure the reasons I write are varied, but one motivation behind this activity of mine is to obtain some clarity regarding how I feel or what I see going on around me. I don't think I necessarily write to have others agree with me, I think it's more of a need to express. Regardless of motive, writing can be very cleansing, for myself.

But there are other human beings that walk this earth with an ability to destroy and create havoc, by their words. Hilter was obviously one of those humans, a person motivated by self-interest and vain power seeking. That really hit home with me today looking at that photo of him. The other day I saw a Haitian Creole proverb that means God and the devil exist together on this earth. For sure that is true with the selfless acts of many during that war but that the awful war had to happen in the first place. I don't even pretend to understand why evil seems to sometimes prevail - although I know there will be a time of accountability for all. What I guess I'm trying to say here is that sticks and stones can break your bones, but so can words also. It made me think about motives to speak and the effort we put into what it is we do say. I hope that I can give some careful thought to my motives before I speak, or write, to persuade anyone. In this election year, and especially because we are so close to the time to vote, I guess I'm thinking about what we say to each other and why we say it more than usual.

Below are a few scripture passages from Proverbs, a great book for getting some wisdom. There are many many verses in Proverbs regarding speech - check it out! I think I need a refresher.

Proverbs 11: 9 - With his mouth the godless destroys his neighbor, but through knowledge the righteous escape.
Proverbs 11: 12 - A man who lacks judgement derides his neighbor, but a man of understanding holds his tongue.

Sunday, September 2, 2012

Parents: Good, Bad and - who knew?

Thinking today about parenthood. I'm making dinner for my first born and much loved son, Chris. His birthday is actually 9/8 but he lives in Atlanta and is here for Labor Day weekend so today is the day. I have the benefit of having my mother's carrot cake recipe, thank God we all have copies of it. I have made this cake for years and all my boys love it - I get the praise but it is not my doing at all. The only credit I should get is that I followed her directions as they were written, finally! It is ironic to me that I get praises from my children every time I make this cake because it is good only when I follow the instructions. I find that sort of funny since I was such a pain for my Mom, and I would never describe my relationship with her as compliant - at least not in my 12 years old and on going age. But you know you grow up and you learn. Unfortunately, my mother died of ovarian cancer at age 49 and I was 25. I was still pretty obnoxious but she loved me and I knew it.
So on to this thought - Parents: Good, Bad, and - who knew? I think about my boys and what I loved doing with them as they grew up: reading at night. I will forever be awed by the Chronicles of Narnia and the wonderful stimulation I think they generate for imagination as I read the books to them - Doctor Seuss, I think I can still repeat most of One Fish, Two Fish, Red Fish, Blue Fish from memory. It makes me smile to remember my verbal interpretation of the wild rumpus for Where the Wild Things Are. All of this brings a smile to my face and it is so precious - yet - I did some things wrong. And I thought about that today, how that with all your best intentions as a parent, there are some things that you just get wrong.
And so I am glad for this truth - that God gives grace to the humble, that He requires that we do justly, love mercy and walk humbly with Him. And I think that there is a beautiful over riding of grace from God in our lives, if we allow it. I sure need it and am grateful for it!

Sunday, August 12, 2012

Strength Comes in Layers

Many years ago when I was just getting involved in a church as a young mother and wife, with a particular spiritual gift I was just learning, I was hurt deeply by some folks in the process of the learning, people I looked to for mentoring and guidance.  I have looked back over the years a few times regarding this and wondered why those things hurt me so bad then when now I think I would just brush it off.

This morning driving back from getting coffee, alone in my car, I thought about things I have been through in my life and what I'm going through now, how I should react to current issues I am facing and how I have reacted in the past, and a phrase went through my mind -  strength comes in layers. I thought about the challenges of my life and the common theme that has run through my life since childhood in regards to how I choose to behave or react to adversity, and I wondered why I am doing a bit better today - (at 55 you would think so!) - and I thought about the toughness of layers, the experiences of time - the composite of that to make a strength borne of layers of experience.

It is unavoidable to experience adversity in your life and the longer you live, along with the joys of living, you will run into challenges, heartbreak and disillusionment. My particular method in a very simplified explanation, was escape, in sundry ways and means, from those challenges.

I googled "strength in layers" to help me with inspiration to write this - came across flooring diagrams and geological information - can't really say it helped my thought process but the concept was either the passage of time or the construction of something for strength, which was confirmation to me of a theme. I also came across some self-help mumbo jumbo about being the strongest of the strong - I doubt seriously that to seek this type strength I'm talking about is possible - I think it just comes by living. And in my case, by ultimately trusting God with my life, in my failures and in my adversity. Because today I feel stronger, I am grateful - and I did not layer it myself. 

Psalm 84
   5 Blessed are those whose strength is in you, whose hearts are set on pilgrimage. 
6 As they pass through the Valley of Baka, they make it a place of springs; the autumn rains also cover it with pools.
7 They go from strength to strength, till each appears before God in Zion.











Sunday, July 22, 2012

Larger Thumbs, Smaller Lives?

Katherine Jackson is missing, or I think she is. I saw that just a little while ago clicking through web sites. It appears to be true because Paris Jackson tweeted that it had been a week since she had seen her grandmother and she wanted her home now. Of course if Katherine Jackson is missing I hope she is found (if she wants to be) and missing grannies are usual not a good thing. But what struck me in reading this is the method of communication used for a personal issue.

Human beings were created to connect with each other. We were designed to need each other and to interact together. That is why Facebook is so popular, in my opinion. We have created a fast-paced society and in the western world it takes a lot of resources to pay for the society we created so we are working, working working and scurrying around accomplishing tasks and we use social media as a means of connecting. I wonder what this is doing to us as a society?

When I was in Japan some years ago I watched people on the streets of Tokyo walking and texting - there were enough of them that it caught my attention and I joked to my husband that in 100 years peoples thumbs would be much larger. But seriously, we are being short changed with a web based social interaction as our primary method of communication. When you meet with someone face to face it is much harder to conceal. Your entire self usually has to show up but on the web you can pick and choose - as really you should anyway because who really wants to know that you are mad at hubby for this and that - but you get the point. Personal connections involve body language and eye contact and the power of touch. Obviously we can't wait to communicate every time until we see someone and the Internet is a powerful and useful tool for communication. I guess what I'm getting at is the question of what are we doing to our society when we don't make time for human interaction and abuse the power of the Internet by neglecting the other? As I joked about larger thumbs in 100 years, I wonder what will be smaller in our society in 100 years by our inability to personally connect?
Just a thought of mine.

Saturday, March 3, 2012

Distracting Internet


Wasting time the other day on-line, clicking from one Favorite to another, I clicked on a certain Christian on-line magazine. To be honest I only clicked on it because I was feeling guilty about the "junk food" I was reading on Facebook and assorted news sites so  I felt an "apple" needed to be on the reading menu. I was really only on the Internet as a distraction. My motivation was certainly not to have a learning experience. When I clicked and began to scan this Christian magazine's Home Page for something meaningful to read, all the titles of articles you could choose to read to give me my dose of "healthy food"  - I got an unexpected sense of feeling unsettled by the choices.


Here are some of the titles I could choose from:
- This Is the Year of the Youth
- This Is the Hour for Women to Arise
- What Really Matters
- Change the World with a Simple Idea
- Start to Do Good
- Quit Trying to Do Good  -- yes, they were both on the same page

I had entered that site with a particular motivation, to counteract all the useless information I had just put in my head. I must have been feeling bad about wasting time. I think internally I gave the Christian magazine web site a different degree of importance and honor  then from what I had given the previous information I was reading. And I think the sense of being unsettled came from the impression thrust upon me from the collage of titles on that page, a lot of do this and do that and you should and I know better type titles. I didn't know where to start! So I did not start, I closed the laptop. I went away from the experience pondering this issue; there are a lot of people who write a lot of things about God and what they think He seems to be saying and doing and wanting. I think too many.

And so now I am writing this (with an open laptop, on the Internet - how ironic is that?) . I am not writing about God, it's about me and my experiences in this learning journey of life. My conclusion? Less Internet surfing. :)

Saturday, January 28, 2012

A Herodian Motivation

Reading the Gospel of Mark, chapter three the other day, I read a phrase that got me thinking - oh dear! :)  It was the section from verse one to verse six. I stopped at verse six because just those six verses were quite a lot to digest. But what caught my eye were the Herodians, a group that joined with the Pharisees to plot to kill Jesus. I wondered, who were these Herodians?

"Herodians: Influential Jews who favored the Herodian dynasty, meaning they were supporters of Rome, from which the Herods received their authority. They joined the Pharisees in opposing Jesus because they feared he might have an unsettling political influence on the people"*. An unsettling political influence on the people...why? I don't know the answer to that except that the common fear of the Pharisees and Sadducees was the allegiance the people might give to Jesus, upsetting their own influence. But it seems to me from the description above that the Herodian individual must have been influential first, political second, Jews last. Ego first, power second, person last. And it is obvious that they did not recognize who Jesus was.

We should vote and as a citizen of any country that allows you to do so, should be grateful that you can. Organized groups that share common beliefs to further the goals of those beliefs should be allowed. But I am very, very, very wary of any individual or group who use their faith to force an issue because ultimately, what is their true motivation? What is really driving them? Where are the true allegiances?

Years ago I read Chuck Colson's book Kingdoms in Conflict (it has been republished under the name God and Government: An Insider's View on the Boundaries Between Faith and Politics). I highly recommend it. My opinion of Chuck Colson is that of a man who allowed the humbling and mistakes he made to become part of being a much better human being. In this book, Colson gives several examples of clashes through history with politics and religion such as Hitler, Chamberlain, and Nixon. I came away from reading it grateful to have read it.

Since we are in this election phase of our country, perhaps this post on this particular subject might be timely; the push and influence of groups towards influencing a populace. In all the different ways we live more and more in a virtual world, where words and images have become king, our own accessibility to witness the actions of and have personal interaction with the people running for office become less and less. We should stop and take a moment to really pray and meditate on who we should vote for and be driven less and less by people and groups with a possible "Herodian" motivation.

*Note - NIV Study Bible, Zondervan

Sunday, January 15, 2012

For the Sake of an Illusion

“I was beginning to say these politics are crazy. I’ve experienced so much loss, and created so much loss, for the sake of an illusion.”
The sentences above are the best in a very good article in the New York Times today. It's about Judith Clark, a radical from the 1960's in the USA that was sentenced to a very long prison sentence for her part in a robbery of  Brink's armed truck in 1981 where 3 people were murdered. The article  highlights to me the waste of extreme views that do not allow for community - community that consists of variety. It also made me wonder what seeds of her early character were sown in her life by her parent's earlier extreme views. Regardless, I found it worth the time to read it. I recommend it.
http://www.nytimes.com/2012/01/15/magazine/judith-clarks-radical-transformation.html?pagewanted=1&_r=1

Saturday, January 7, 2012

Reverse Image

I find it interesting that when you look in a mirror you see the reverse of what other people see of you. I  decided that would be a great subject to write about some day and... today is that day! Of course with that visual in mind I thought about reflections, perceptions and even conclusions we have about ourselves based on what we see.  When I use the word see I am referring to something more complex than the function of the eye, I am meaning to understand or to interpret both what you see, have seen and have experienced. This forms that opinion of yourself. But often times what we see or think we see may not be as it really is, the reverse image in the mirror thing. I thought that it would be interesting to write about that dynamic, the challenge we have as human beings of faith when the reverse of what we expect happens. How do we react to events and experiences that we go through that are not at all what we expected?

Because the Bible and the stories in the Bible are something I have read since 1974, I thought that using examples from people in the Bible would be interesting to use in this context. Whatever your belief, the Bible is a powerful book that I have never grown tired of all these years. Through my ups and downs it has been an anchor, a light, a comfort, a standard and an inspiration. I love it.

I'd like to start with Joseph, the Joseph of the coat of many colors. He was the son of Jacob, later named Israel, and Rachel: he was a true love child. You can read about Joseph in Genesis 37-50. Joseph's life was complex and there is much to read in those chapters but I want to concentrate mainly on Joseph's dreams and Joseph's destiny - and how I feel he must have been bewildered during at least some of the journey between having dreams of greatness, and when he actually was great. How could Joseph have known, at 17 years of age, that the relating of his dreams to his family would start a process of enslavement and deception that would last for years. The opinion of himself that  I think Joseph had from his dream, and his position of favored son must have given Joseph a sense of security and confidence even though he was ridiculed by his many brothers. I can image a confident young man just waiting for the wife, the tent, the flocks and the beautiful children running around. It would have been inevitable, and expected. Yet his life took a sudden turn in a complete reverse of that very soon after having the dreams.

Another example of life taking a reverse turn is the one of John the Baptist. His conception was prophesied by an angel, his destiny to proclaim the Son of God was certain, his ministry was public and powerful - yet  he ended up in prison with what I believe was a crisis of faith. I believe this because John as a child in the womb leaped when Mary, the mother of Jesus visited her cousin Elizabeth, John's mother, while pregnant with Jesus (Luke 1:41). During John's ministry as he saw Jesus approach he proclaimed "Look, the Lamb of God who takes away the sins of the world" (John 1:29-36). John the Baptist KNEW WHO JESUS WAS  - but - while John was in prison he sent some of his disciples to Jesus to ask a question. I found this question strange for some years until I came to believe that John was in a personal crisis, a crisis because his circumstances in prison must have been the reverse of what he had imagined for his life.  The question was - "Are you the one who was to come, or should we expect someone else?" (Luke 7: 19) John knew who Jesus was at the river. I find the last sentence of the passage where Jesus responds to the question that John had his disciples ask - "Blessed is the man who does not fall away on account of me." (Luke 7:23) WOW! John was confronted with a reverse image of what he had previously thought about his life, yet the new image was the true one. He had been called to die. Would he fall away when he saw it?

I don't know how both of these men felt. I can only imagine what they might have felt given the details of the stories. One of them, Joseph, eventually rose to the power and prominence in this world that he had dreamt about. The other, John the Baptist, lost his head due to the wishes of a vengeful woman. Both were presented with life changes that were challenging to say the least and I believe that were contrary to how they may have viewed their lives initially. As I have aged I have found challenges also, comparing what is to what I had expected. Everyone reading this  that is of a certain age has gone through that process, in varying degrees. But I write this in hopes that I can understand and embrace the fact that perception changes with time and that I can approach those changes with grace and patience when I see that image of myself as it is. I will not "fall away" but will face that image with grace, faith and strength of purpose in what and Who is unseen.

There, I did it. :)  MB


Monday, January 2, 2012

Women Go Straight to Heaven

Women go straight to heaven, they really do. No lingering in purgatory's halls, no sir - or ma'am. Straight in. That was my thought this morning at the kitchen sink. It seemed to have come to me all of a sudden but I think it's been sneaking up on me all through the holidays with the rush to decorate late and then cook then clean up in the aftermath. Now, on January 2 after 6 days of holiday, with the boiled peanut pot and the ham roaster as well as assorted other skillets to clean from yesterday, I am morphing out of, rather quickly, a holiday state of mind. These chores accompanied by husband sitting at counter watching iPad data and that thought came over me - that women will go straight to heaven. I thought about all that being a wife and mother takes, all the second seat on the bicycle built for two days, all the effort required to create an atmosphere others enjoy, and all the sacrifices that make up most of your day when you would really rather be doing something else - and so while I was doing a slow burn at the sink and now letting that burn get some air with this post, I decided that the reward of this all was a easy entrance ticket to glory - that's my story, and I'm sticking to it!


Saturday, December 31, 2011

2011 - Shots and Thoughts

Here I am in this photo looking at and recording a small portion of my world. As my last post of this year I thought it would be fun to look through photographs I have on my laptop and pick a few out to post. I sure can't take any new ones today. It looks like we live in a cloud right now with all the fog outside.

Looking through the photographs also gave me opportunity to reflect - the photographs I have downloaded are still in the batches when they were shot - little remembrances of this past year - some bringing back good memories, some not quite as nice, but all pieces of my life.  Of course pieces of my family's lives also but I don't like to include them too much in this blog as they may be unwilling participants in that.

To start with, the shot below is one I took early in 2011 waiting on my grand girls at our designated meet spot, the Visitors Center in Pensacola at the foot of the 3 Mile Bridge.  We live in Gulf Breeze and they live in Pensacola so it's a good half way point to meet to pick them up for visits.


Entrance to Bayou Texar -
Pensacola, Fl.



The photo to the left was shot from the deck of my house sometime in 2011. The view is westward.



The photograph below is another westward shot, at sunset.









The flowers remind me of the spring and summer when the garden plants start to grow and bloom. It is always a source of enjoyment for me to see what's new. This past year was no different.




This sailboat photograph was taken down the street from my house after a few days of a tropical storm. This sailboat was anchored out in front of the house for 1.5 days but couldn't make it to the end and ended up here at Linden Avenue boat ramp.





To close this post - a sunset at Pensacola Beach during a few days off when I stayed on Pensacola Beach...walking quietly along.         I'm due for another one...:-)              Happy New Year!!



Saturday, December 24, 2011

Acadian - North and South

"Today, the five main concentrations of Acadian descendants are found in the Canadian maritime provinces, Quebec, Louisiana, New England, and France." http://www.acadian.org/history.html
...but now there are a few in Pensacola/Gulf Breeze area to get access to delicious Florida oysters...


This past Thanksgiving I made my usual traditional meat stuffing*, a French-Canadian dish that was always on our table on the holidays, either at our house or at my grandparents' tables - Mémère and Pépère Chabot, or Mémère Bossé. I have made it year after year and it NEVER, EVER tasted like my Dad's - NEVER! It is the single most frustrating culinary goal I have. My boys love meat stuffing and they are always gracious about mine, as is my husband but they will admit if pressed that it is not like Pépère's - and so the quest continues...My parents are both French-Canadian and both grew up in Fall River, Massachusetts, about 20 miles SE of Providence, Rhode Island. I remember growing up with  summer vacations and holidays there full of aunties, uncles, grandparents, cousins and food, regional and ethnic during those trips.

So back to Thanksgiving's meat stuffing - I made too much and froze the extra. The stuffing was OK but it still lacked something. I was already thinking about what to do with it at Christmas, what I could do to spice it up a bit. My sister Michele was hosting the family Christmas Eve gathering this year and the theme was a Cajun Christmas. (She is the oldest of the twin girls, the last female birth in our family. The final child was my brother Bobby, the only boy in a family of 8 children.)  I had just been to New Orleans with my husband and we had eaten at a wonderful restaurant, Cochon's, where I ordered a Meat and Oyster Pie. The filling reminded me of our family's meat stuffing and I had decided then that I wanted to try to make Meat and Oyster Pie for Christmas. The party was the perfect opportunity to make myself do this and so this blog entry is that recipe, or as close to it as I can remember!

I started with the recipe for Cajun Meat and Oyster Pie below, and used it for my inspiration but I did not follow it to the letter. I always use Pillsbury Pie Crusts - found in the refrigerator section of the grocery store because they are good and I am a terrible pie crust maker.

I made the roux as directed as far as the coloring but I added more flour. I set the roux aside. I did not have green onions - I forgot them when I went to the store and I was not going to go back so I added a little bit more onion. I chopped up a green pepper, an orange pepper, a large onion, one elephant garlic. and parsley. I let them simmer in the oyster juice for about 10 minutes, then I added the oysters (I purchased at Joe Patti's, seafood house in Pensacola that you can always rely on for fresh seafood) and the roux and let them simmer about 15-20 minutes. I added salt and pepper to taste and some cayenne pepper.  While that was simmering I made one cup of short grain white rice. The meat stuffing was thawed. After the roux mixture cooled I added the meat stuffing and about 3/4 of the rice I had made, mixed together. And then I made the little pies shown below to take to the party and I made one whole pie to keep here at the house for my family.


My conclusion of this endeavor? I am very happy with the results with a few tweaks to the recipe planned -  a bit less oil in the roux and the green onion tops. It's kind of exciting to me to adapt the heritage I treasure to the area where I live and to create something of my own to pass on. Also, it might get me off the hook from all these years of trying to make meat stuffing like Dad's!

Merry Christmas!

Cajun Meat and Oyster Pie - (the inspiration for my pies)
 1/2 cup oil
 1/4 cup flour
 1 pound ground round
 1/2 pound ground pork -- lean
 1 large onion -- minced
 1 small bell pepper -- minced
 4 cloves garlic -- minced
 1/4 cup chopped green onion tops
 1/4 cup parsley -- chopped
 1 pint oyster -- chopped/drained
 2 teaspoons salt
 1/2 teaspoon red pepper
 
 Pastry:
 3 cups biscuit mix
 1/2 teaspoon red pepper
 1/8 teaspoon salt
 3 tablespoons shortening
 8 or 9 Tbs iced water
 
 Heat oil in skillet. Add flour. Stir until roux becomes dark brown.
 In another skillet brown beef and pork. Add onion, bell pepper, garlic,
 onion tops and parsley. Saute until vegetables are wilted. Add
 chopped oysters, salt and pepper to taste. Add roux and simmer on low
 heat 20 minutes, stirring occasionally. Set aside and cool. 
 
 Prepare pastry:
 
 Stir biscuit mix, red pepper and salt together with fork. Cut
 in shortening with pastry blender or 2 knives. Sprinkle water until
 dough can be worked into ball. Divide in half. Roll out very thin, cut
 into 3-inch rounds. Place 1 tablespoon meat filling in center. Fold
 in half.
 
 Crimp open edges together with fork. Bake on ungreased sheet in
 preheated 375F oven 20-25 minutes until golden brown. (Can also make 1
 9"pie) 

* - Below is my Dad's Meat Stuffing Recipe:

Place TWO parts ground beef to ONE part ground pork in pan
with just enough water to cover the meat and simmer one hour.

Add finely chopped onion and garlic cloves to taste and
simmer another two hours. Somewhere along the line season 
with salt, pepper and poultry seasoning to taste.

Shut off and let it sit for awhile to cool and for the fat to settle at 
the top. Then skim off the fat and thicken with bread crumbs. 

To skim the fat a good way is to push a fine strainer down a bit 
at the top of the pan and siphon off the fat and some liquid with 
a baster. There should not be much visible water in the pan 
when you start with the bread crumbs. It should just be a pretty 
wet meat mixture. Baked at 350 degrees until set, or stuff turkey with.


 














Saturday, December 17, 2011

Where is Wisdom?... and Understanding

I read in the paper yesterday that Christopher Hitchens has passed away. It has only been in the recent weeks that I even knew who he was. I stumbled across his essay Tropic of Cancer  in The Best American Essays 2011. The essays were compiled by Edwidge Danticat, a favorite author of mine, and so I picked the book up off the table of New Arrivals at Barnes and Nobles and headed for the comfy chairs to read through it to determine if I would purchase it. Tropic of Cancer was a surprise. To the best of my knowledge it was originally published in the September 2010 issue of Vanity Fair.  I found it so well written that I was very intrigued by this author. When I got home I googled the man. To my surprise and disappointment, I found that he was a very vocal atheist. You see, I have a problem with that in an evaluation of what is truly brilliant, or great, or even wise and what is really the true value of anothers opinion or art. What I put my time and effort to is important to me and I want it to count for something. When I read about Picasso's life I found that he was cruel, and mostly to family members. That devalued his artistic skills in my eyes. Hunter Thompson, a man I found to be a true original, at least at first, I can only question the value of his opinions in the last part of his career due to his violent end. That also is my opinion of Ernest Hemingway. I don't know what that opinion of mine says about myself but that is not the issue here or my purpose in writing this. Why I am writing is my own effort to sort through the skill of the man which I found to be great, and what is truly as I wrote earlier, brilliant and worthy of my time.

In writing this I quickly bogged myself down with what words of my own I would or could use to argue that to have no belief in God was actually the opposite of brilliant, or great, or wise. My point of view or attempt to articulate that was feeble, very feeble especially in light of Mr. Hitchen's considerable writing skill. But then I recalled a favorite passage in Scripture, chapter 28 in the book of Job. And so I am ending this with that passage because it says what I mean much better than I ever could.

Job 28

Interlude: Where Wisdom Is Found

 1 There is a mine for silver
   and a place where gold is refined.
2 Iron is taken from the earth,
   and copper is smelted from ore.
3 Mortals put an end to the darkness;
   they search out the farthest recesses
   for ore in the blackest darkness.
4 Far from human dwellings they cut a shaft,
   in places untouched by human feet;
   far from other people they dangle and sway.
5 The earth, from which food comes,
   is transformed below as by fire;
6 lapis lazuli comes from its rocks,
   and its dust contains nuggets of gold.
7 No bird of prey knows that hidden path,
   no falcon’s eye has seen it.
8 Proud beasts do not set foot on it,
   and no lion prowls there.
9 People assault the flinty rock with their hands
   and lay bare the roots of the mountains.
10 They tunnel through the rock;
   their eyes see all its treasures.
11 They search[a] the sources of the rivers
   and bring hidden things to light.

 12 But where can wisdom be found?
   Where does understanding dwell?
13 No mortal comprehends its worth;
   it cannot be found in the land of the living.
14 The deep says, “It is not in me”;
   the sea says, “It is not with me.”
15 It cannot be bought with the finest gold,
   nor can its price be weighed out in silver.
16 It cannot be bought with the gold of Ophir,
   with precious onyx or lapis lazuli.
17 Neither gold nor crystal can compare with it,
   nor can it be had for jewels of gold.
18 Coral and jasper are not worthy of mention;
   the price of wisdom is beyond rubies.
19 The topaz of Cush cannot compare with it;
   it cannot be bought with pure gold.
 20 Where then does wisdom come from?
   Where does understanding dwell?
21 It is hidden from the eyes of every living thing,
   concealed even from the birds in the sky.
22 Destruction[b] and Death say,
   “Only a rumor of it has reached our ears.”
23 God understands the way to it
   and he alone knows where it dwells,
24 for he views the ends of the earth
   and sees everything under the heavens.
25 When he established the force of the wind
   and measured out the waters,
26 when he made a decree for the rain
   and a path for the thunderstorm,
27 then he looked at wisdom and appraised it;
   he confirmed it and tested it.
28 And he said to the human race,
   “The fear of the Lord—that is wisdom,
   and to shun evil is understanding.”

Saturday, November 26, 2011

Turkey Thanks

Thanksgiving was 2 days ago. I am sitting on the couch doing absolutely nothing but what I want to do - which has been searching the internet for suppliers and information on a business venture/dream that I have  - researching options and prices - and I have been trying to make use of the turkey that was hanging out in the fridge, getting up from time to time to stir this or that - and so I thought that I would make another post in this blog showing my efforts to be a good steward of turkey. Below you can see a Pot Pie that I just took out of the oven (I let it cook about 5-10 minutes too long I think) - and...

the turkey broth that consists of all the bones of the turkey and the meat that I got tired of cutting up for the pie, as well as garlic, onions, sweet peppers, fresh thyme, fresh parsley, salt, pepper - maybe something else I can't remember that I threw in the mix - and it's been cooking down for a few hours. I used three cups of the broth for the pie a few hours ago. After it cools I'm going to strain it and freeze the broth that I don't make soup with.




I know this information is too exciting for everyone who stumbles across this entry but I wanted to write a post with a Thanksgiving theme. I wondered how to write something really meaningful this morning on being thankful, in particular being thankful when you have some serious things going on in your life that you really are not very thankful for, but I have not had the quiet time to put all that together in my head. The TV is going as I write - seems to be something about an earthquake slowly crumbling the United States to pieces...it would be hard to be thankful about that! But perhaps the emerging realization of the main character regarding how he really loves his little daughter as they race away from the pursuing cracks, and the rekindled appreciation of what really matters can in a way, make you somewhat thankful for the earthquake?

(How's that for pulling it together?)

Saturday, October 29, 2011

Blueberry Brain

Violet Beauregard
For some odd reason I've had the image of the blueberry girl from Willy Wonka's Chocolate Factory in my head for some days now.  For those of you who do not know the story, it's about 5 children who receive a golden ticket found in random chocolate bars and tour Willy Wonka's chocolate factory for one to win a lifetime supply of chocolate. They are all, except Charlie Bucket, very disagreeable children with equally disagreeable parents. The unfortunate Blueberry Girl is Violet Beauregarde, a bragging, very competitive chewing gum chewer from Atlanta who tries the Three Course Dinner Gum when told not to and as a consequence becomes a very large blueberry. And you know, there is a story there...duh! With the image in my head I had an anticipation regarding writing something meaningful that would come to me on the obvious character defect of this child and that I would write a clever little piece that went with the picture. But try as I might, I can't come up with some profound reason I could put to writing why this image has been in my head so I'll just end this without any real purpose except maybe now Violet will depart my brain...or not, but I gave it a try. Wonder if someone is trying to tell ME something...
















Saturday, October 8, 2011

Walking Naked into the Arms of God

A couple walked down Garden Street in Pensacola, Florida about 6 PM. As I drove by I could see that she helped him by her two-handed grasp of his left arm. I had just left the health food store and perhaps they were walking to it. What caught my eye at a distance was their attire - she wore a long flowing skirt, a white full blouse and on top of her head a floppy straw hat, her long hair hanging down. He was dressed in an equally full shirt, his pants unnoticed by me. The entire effect of their appearance to me was a portrayal in cloth of the 60's hippie era. Their age and his feebleness stood out as my car moved closer. A rush of thought came to me as I passed the couple by and I knew I had to write these thoughts down and to title them: Walking Naked Into the Arms of God.  I know this is quite a serious title deriving from my simple observations while passing on the street. But don't small things make up the whole? In this case it is constructed from the accumulation of many experiences and observations as well as of stored and currently being formed thoughts and beliefs. All of these shape what we think by what we believe we know.



People dress for a reason and with intent, all but the poorest of the poor who very well may have no choice of what they put on their bodies. Even those who have no choice, such as jail inmates, frequently tattoo themselves to say who they are. Dress for success.  A wedding dress, military uniform, low-riding pants, these all speak to who we are or want to be. Remember when people wore their ball caps with the price tags still on them? What was THAT about? Indian headdress, gang colors, performers, athletic types - all these forms of dress say something about the individual wearing them and they are an outward sign of who and what the person wearing the clothing is or stands for.

This particular couple's effect of dress upon me was what I associated an era and a lifestyle with. As I approached them, I thought - hippies. I even thought that there was a possibility that they were headed to Everman's, the health food store I had just left as they were headed in that direction. At that time of day there are very few stores open in that direction. As I came closer I could see that they were advanced in years and he was rather unsteady and so the effect of their clothing at close range lessened. When I passed them my thoughts went an entirely different direction than a assessment of what type lifestyle they adhere to - it changed to what we hold so dear, strive to portray and maybe believe so fervently in - how it fades with age. The passing of time since I have been here - 50's, 60's, 70's, 80's, 90's and soon it will be through 2011 has seen devotees to lifestyle and different mindsets but then doesn't everything change? Next then I thought how really we all arrived in this world naked, which is how we will also depart it - not literally of course as what an unsightly viewing that would be, but you get the point.
And the world and its desires are coming to an end: but he who does God's pleasure is living for ever. I John 2:17

Friday, September 30, 2011

A Changing Room



As I walked into my kitchen this evening of 9/30/2011 - I looked out the windows towards the water. Before me was not only a beautiful rainbow sky but also an extremely motivated group of flying creatures everywhere I looked; dragonflies, bats, seagulls, pelicans, herons, and other perching type birds such as sparrows. They were swooping and flying at a increased pace just before sunset, past each other, over the yard and water. Reminded me of the Jetson's cartoon I used to watch as a kid with all the different space craft flying around. I ran for my camera because the color in the sky was only going to stay put for a moment, I knew.

I think the flying activity is due to the weather changing. The temperature tonight will be considerably lower than it's been yet as the season is changing. That may explain the increased activity of the flying creatures - that maybe and a north wind. And not to get too serious here but it did remind me of something, that circumstances and seasons change, bringing to mind a dream that was related to me regarding walking through a large building, going from room to room, but that ultimately the journey was about going in the front door and out the back door, however long you spent in the individual rooms. And so I appreciate having the visual aide out my window to enjoy and to remind me of making the most of the time we do have, looking over how wonderfully furnished these rooms are!