The Best Thing about the Journey

This week, every day, I’ve been drinking in the happy beauty of my Mother’s Day flowers. My daughter Meg surprised me with these after tiptoeing out the front door and running to the store Sunday morning.

Of course, I love the blooms, but the best gift was her driving from out of town to visit for the weekend. Laughing, talking. Walking on the bay with the colorful catamaran sails and white sand. Finally watching the first Lord of the Rings movie, with Meg explaining who is who and where they are going on their long journeys and why. It turns out it’s a story about people who stick by each other. They don’t leave another behind. They form a fast fellowship that is unbreakable.

For Mother’s Day lunch, my mom joined us. Three generations. We laughed, we talked. My husband took a photo.

The cards and gifts are fun. But what matters to me is the love of my family. It’s like a sweet generational hug, with me in the middle. Family can help explain who we are and keep us company on our journeys and explain the whys of life. Our ties are fast and unbreakable.

How about you? Who is family, or like family, for you? Who journeys with you and makes you laugh along the way?

Linking up with Tuesday Muse, Texture Tuesday, Sweet Shot Tuesdays, Tones on Tuesday, and Communal Global.The theme at Texture Tuesday is a photo that pops.

The black and white photo is edited with Kim Klassen’s textures Edith and Mary, and I used Nancy Claey’s texture Argo.

 

With Love, to Boston

Boston. Our hearts ache for you this week. For your people, for those gone too soon, for those hurt, for those struggling. But this is what I know about you, Boston. You are a city of heroes. Always have been. We saw that again this week. The bravery of those in uniform and simply citizens makes us proud. Even the small acts of kindness — the police officer who made a run to store to get milk for kids under the lockdown, the marathoner who gave his medal to another runner who got only a few blocks from the finish line when the explosions broke her dream of finishing. The strength and perseverance of your people shined bright all week.

This is what I know about Boston, a place I visited just a few times but love, love, love. Boston is the home of the Freedom Trail, a walking path meandering by places where heroes stood.

The old buildings stand tall among the new, the brick among the glass, a picturesque place for us to enjoy.

The balcony of the Old State House is where the Declaration of Independence was first read in public. Future First Lady Abigail Adams reported to her husband John that at the end of the reading, “three cheers rended the air.”

Inside the Old State House you can explore the building, imagine the people rushing up and down the stairs. You can see a drum played at the Battle of Bunker Hill, just a few miles away. The Boston Massacre unfolded in front of Old State House.

The Old North Church is where Paul Revere watched for the lights — one if by land, two if by sea — and rode off on his epic journey to warn the patriots that the British army was on its way.

The heroes of older times lie buried in the graveyards on the Freedom Trail. Their legacy inspires us to cherish freedom and liberty for all.

Boston, your heroes of April 2013 inspire us, too. We want to pass on their legacy in acts of kindness, in looking for those who need help and being a helper, even in small ways. For these present-day heroes of Boston, for their bravery and courage, let’s rend the air with three cheers.

Linking up with Texture Tuesday, Sweet Shot Tuesdays,Tuesday Muse, and Communal Global.

Photos are edited with Kim Klassen’s textures History, Revolution, and Felicity and with Nancy at A Rural Journal’s textures Zia and nc0332, which is from her collection, Boston.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Good Reads: Bread and Wine: Of Love and Blueberry Crisp

Bread and Wine by Shauna Niequist is a book that expands on this quotation by C.S. Lewis: “God never meant man to be a purely spiritual creature. He uses material things like bread and wine to put new life into us. We may think this rather crude and unspiritual. God does not: he invented eating.”

I have a natural bent to the mental and I’m very good at missing the sensory entirely. Lost in thought, I can wander along and be oblivious to the colors of the blooming rosebush, the curl of the wave before it crashes on the sand, the song of the bird in the tree outside my window. I’m trying to be more aware of the world through my senses, though. Shauna’s book is ideal for me because she revels in the physical beauty of food. She describes the crunch, the sizzling, the chopping, the swirling, the delightful oozing of sauces, the pungent smells. And of course, the taste of the delicate, spicy, sweet, sea-salty, vinegary (my favorite — I pour balsamic vinegar on everything, and Shauna loves it, too!). All senses engage in the food.

This book will give you a new eagerness to experience this matter God invented called food — in its endless and wondrous forms. You have permission to experiment with flavors and combinations and enjoy foods in whatever way they speak to you.

The real focus of Bread and Wine is not the food, though, but the people who share the food. “Sometimes food is the end and sometimes it’s a means to the end; and sometimes you don’t know which it is until it happens.” When family, friends, strangers gather around a table and enjoy a meal, somehow that act of sharing food opens up people to become more vulnerable, to relate to the others at the table on a new level. “The heart of hospitality,” writes Shauna,” is creating space for these moments.”

And that’s the heart of Bread and Wine. We are encouraged to start where we are, not wait until we are ready to serve a four-course gourmet dinner. Serving a meal is “an act of love, not a performance.” I appreciate that Shauna makes it clear from the first pages that she is going to give us recipes, but we should make them our own. There’s no right and wrong, just start here and experiment and add flavors we like. Throw in what’s in the cupboard; no need to run to the store for a certain ingredient. It’s not perfection we’re after; it’s people feeling at home at our table.

The heartwarming stories in Bread and Wine will have you laughing and crying. The recipes will have your mouth watering. The real food for thought, though, is the way we see that sharing a meal can trigger profound moments of connection with others. If this happens over a bubbling blueberry crisp, all the more reason for celebration.

Bread and Wine released April 9 for your reading — and eating — pleasure. Enjoy!

 

Neighborhood Gates

Ever notice the different styles of gates in a neighborhood? A sample of front gates on my recent walk shows a pleasant variety.

Gates both close off and provide access.  They exclude and invite. They provide privacy and they open up to allow us to share space.

We can build fences in our lives. We also have “gates” that we can open a crack or open wide and let people in. Some of us are naturally more transparent. Being an introvert, I sometimes find it hard to open up and share my life. I’d like to get better at it.

How about you? What kind of “gates” do you feel comfortable with?

Linking up with Texture Tuesday, Sweet Shot Tuesdays,Tuesday Muse, Friday Fences, and Communal Global.

Photos are processed with Kim Klassen’s textures 0303, 2303, and Kristen.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Better Together

Those who dwell among the beauties and mysteries of the earth are never alone or weary of life.  ~Rachel Carson

Spring here this week is decked in purples, all shades.

The purples on their own delight. What I noticed the other day, though, was that the purples can be even more stunning in contrast to the yellow, reds, whites, and pinks around them.

Sometimes the complementary color comes in the same bloom. Yellow and purple certainly please the eye.

Look at the beauty of this deep velvety bloom, with its tiny streaks of brightness, just enough to make you notice the dark flowers.

Right before my trip to find these flowers, I heard an interview with a British theologian, N.T. Wright. He said instead of people crushing each other, he’d like to see people finding common ground and going from there. We can exchange ideas and maybe disagree. But instead of seeing what we don’t like in others, how about finding something we can share?

So this week I’m seeing the wonder of purples and all the colors that show it off to best advantage. That’s a good way for us to see each other, isn’t it? We are different but we can be complementary. We can be better together.

How about you? What are you noticing in the beauties and mysteries of the earth around you?

Linking up with Texture Tuesday, Sweet Shot Tuesdays,Tuesday Muse, and Communal Global.

Photos are processed with Kim Klassen’s textures Cora and Let Go.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Bells Are for Ringing

A dozen vintage cast-iron bells, gathered from churches across America, hang in a tall space in a little chapel. We visited this church last week and discovered the bells. Anyone can walk up, pull a rope, and ring.

The bells aren’t pretty and shiny, but they fill the air with a sound that is sweet, strong, confident, cheerful. Of course, on our visit I had to pull a rope. People sitting around after church smiled as the tones echoed through the stone walls.

Village church bells have rung in a new year, summoned people for meetings, heralded weddings, and tolled for death. Bells are a part of life, and they are made not to decorate a space, but to fill the space with sweetness.

This is on the plaque in the bell cavern: “No matter what your triumph or trial, let the exquisite and singular sound of the bells soothe your soul.”

In the musical “Guys and Dolls,” one of the women sings, “If I were a bell, I’d be ringing.” I like that. We can all “ring” in the space we’re in this week. We can fill the air with sweetness and bring smiles to others.

How about you? How can you ring out this week? How can you soothe the soul of someone with your sweet words?

Linking up with Project 52.

 

 

 

When Love Is Lavish

What do you picture when you think about love? Much of the focus of Valentine’s Day is on romantic love, but love is so much broader, isn’t it? Whether or not you are sharing a special dinner with someone this week or enjoying a bouquet of red roses, you do have love in your life. What does it look like?

When I mull over love lived out, I think of my son Matt and his family. We spent a week in his home a few months back. Here’s what decorates his living room wall.

Pictures of love lived out. Matt and Bethany fell in love. They have four little blondes. Their home is full of insanity, noise, chaos — and love, always love.

I happened to catch Matt and young Tyler one afternoon just enjoying a little visit on the back porch. Here you see some of what happens when we love.

We are accepted and comfortable.

We are there for each other, present and engaged.

We have fun together. We smile. We laugh. We can be silly.

Love doesn’t just stay put, it expands. It looks outward. Matt and Bethany have fostered kids, invited countless people to their house to visit, served wonderful meals to friends and family at their long, bench-style dining table. This family is full of love that overflows and welcomes one and all into its warmth. Here’s the plaque in their entryway:

So here’s to taking time this Valentine’s week to think about what love looks like in your life. It’s a great week to lavish love on someone around you who’s a little lonely, in need of acceptance, who could use a smile and maybe share a laugh.

Wishing you a week laced with love!

 

Linking up with Texture Tuesday, where the theme this week is love, Sweet Shot Tuesdays, Little Things Thursday, and Communal Global.


Photos are processed with Kim Klassen’s textures Mary and 1412.

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Festival of Christmas Trees

What ornaments would you hang on a Christmas tree if you wanted to express your interests? What would your tree look like if you went beyond the red globes and gold bows?

Last night we went to San Diego’s December Nights in Balboa Park. Thousands showed up at the huge playground of museums and theaters built for the 1916 International Exposition. We took in holiday concerts and cruised the Air and Space Museum. What fun to wander with the crowds on a chilly evening! We ducked in one building, mostly to get warm, and we found a festival of Christmas trees. Decorated by different organizations, the trees represented the interests of each.

I love the ice skating theme from the local children’s hospital.

One features children’s letters to Santa.

Here’s one. Note: stay away from this kid’s house on Christmas morning.

Decorations include flowers: geraniums, camellias, and bromeliads.

This one depicts “I Saw Three Ships” and the ships come complete with lighthouses.

The “Angels We Have Heard on High” tree looms above the others. Scary, isn’t it? No wonder the shepherds were afraid.

The Hawaiians went all out.

Pigs on the tree?

The Suzy’s Zoo tree is all about love. Red hearts everywhere, see?

And last and least in size, but still important, is the bonsai Christmas tree.

What about you? If you could go with a theme that’s dear to you, what would your tree look like this season? You may decorate with treasures made by children. You may have flowers set in pots or growing in a garden. You may decorate with extravagance. You may go small, even minimalist. Whatever your approach is this year, I wish you a holiday season full of love.

 

Linking up with This or That Thursday, Sweet Shot Tuesdays, 52 Weeks of Happiness, and Communal Global.

 

 

 

Christmas Bells and Wonder

Do you have a favorite holiday tradition? One of mine is a visit to the historic Hotel Del Coronado in December.

Every year the hotel brings in a tall — two-story tall — Christmas tree. People from all over come to wander around this tree and soak in the wonder of the season.

We’ve been coming here since the children were small. We almost missed one year because my daughter had chicken pox. She recovered soon after Christmas day and we fit in the trip to Coronado before the tree came down.

Every year the tree is decorated with a different theme. One year the theme was The Wizard of Oz because the novel’s author, Frank Baum, lived at the Hotel Del when he wrote the book. In 2011, the tree featured bells.

Who isn’t cheered by bells ringing? Sleigh bells, church bells, hand bells, silver bells, jingle bells. I loved this tree.

We plan to go again this year to the Hotel Del to see the giant tree. Whatever the theme, I’m sure the tree will bring holiday cheer to so many. And, as always, the best part of our visit to the Hotel Del will be just wandering around the hotel lobby together as a family.

How about you? What do you like to do with friends and family during the holidays? What activities are most important to you this December? Did you ever have a “chicken pox” holiday when you didn’t know if you would have to miss out on the festivities?

Whatever your plans are, I wish you a holiday season full of wonder!

 

Linking up with This and That Thursday, Sweet Shot Tuesdays and Communal Global.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Apple Days, Fire Season

Apple Days come every fall to the mountain town of Julian. Orchards blanket the area and the red and green fruit hangs heavy and luscious.

While Main Street features a variety of shops . . .

the busiest and most treasured are those that serve apple pie.

One bustling bakery is named “Mom’s,” because we all know that apple pie and mom go together.

And ice cream is an essential part of the whole tasty experience.

Last week when I visited Julian, I drove around in the country, enjoying the oaks and pines and orchards. Then I parked in town and bought pie at Mom’s. Pushing open the screen door, I stepped out on Main Street and saw this.

Fire. Fire anywhere in a dry mountain area is frightening. For the folks in Julian, it triggers horrible memories. In 2003, a fire that started here eventually spread to areas all over San Diego. Living 60 miles from Julian, I was in the path of that massive fire and evacuated with my two cats. The course of the fire changed with the wind and my home was spared. Others were not so fortunate. Homes were lost, businesses burned to the ground, people were injured and some died. The effects of that fire are still plain today.

So people stared at the smoke and whispered, “No, no. Not again.” This time, response to the fire was immediate and intense. Fire trucks blazed down Main Street.

Air tankers flew overhead within minutes. The U.S. Forest Service requested backup.

Later reports said that Cal Fire responded with 25 engines, eight fire crews, four air tankers, three helicopters, a water tender and a bulldozer. I headed home and for most of my 60-mile drive, emergency vehicles continued to race to Julian with sirens blaring.

Three days later, the fire still burns, but the news is that the fire is “contained.” A few people are injured but no one died. The story is so different from the momentous time of 2003. Response was organized, ready, timely, efficient, life-saving.

We learn from the hard times. We prepare to fight if the fires come again. We enlist help from those around us. Meanwhile, we enjoy the delicious fruit of life, but we remember that it is fragile.

How about you? Who will you call on to help you contain the fires? Who are your “emergency vehicle” people who could be summoned day or night to help? If we can name them, we can also say a prayer of thanks for them. And maybe treat them to some apple pie a la mode this season.

 

 

 

Linking up with This or That Thursday, Sweet Shot Tuesdays, Communal Global and Texture Tuesdays. Photos are edited with Kim Klassen’s textures Parting, Be Still, and Let Go.

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