Stories That Open Up the World

What are your early memories of reading? Did you spend rich hours of your childhood engrossed in adventure stories? Were comic books more your style? What kinds of books did you gravitate to, outside of school?

Recently I browsed through the books I’ve kept from my young reading days. I notice a theme. Do you spot it?

I remember saving my allowance to buy this one — Lad of Sunnybank. At 10 years old, I thought the price was steep, but I wanted nothing more than to read about the collies of Sunnybank Farm. Look at them running so gracefully across the cover.

Animal stories still move me. Recent good reads include The Cruelest Miles and From Baghdad, with Love.

I did expand my reading repertoire to include the classics. Some of my favorites:

Along about high school, I developed an acute interest in war books. This is reflected today in many of my bookshelves, like this one:

We are living in a digital world, and books are now read on ereaders and iPads. What counts is not the mode of delivery; it’s the story. Lad of Sunnybank Farm may frolic in black and white words across a page or he may jump across the screen with a flick of the reader’s finger. Rather than debate about format, let’s encourage each other — and young readers we know — to keep on engaging in stories that transport and entertain. Stories that open up the world to us. Stories that show us who we are.

I’m an animal lover. War fascinates me. That’s who I am!

How about you? What kinds of stories resonate with you? How have your reading patterns changed through your life? Did you keep any treasured books from your childhood?

Linking up with Texture Tuesdays, using Kim Klassen’s texture “Simplicity.” Also linking up with Sweet Shot Tuesday and Leigh vs. Laundry.

 

Music, Mirrors, Motion, Magic

Do you know the story of the carousel? It is the story of our search for rest, relaxation, entertainment, enjoyment. In America, carousels were often built in the parks at the end of a trolley line. Get off the trolley, leave your everyday worries, gravitate toward towards the music, the mirrors, the motion, the magic. Climb on that beautiful wooden horse and whirl around and around. Dare you not to smile!

The golden age of the carousel in America was about 1880 to the Depression, when production of the handcarved horses stopped. Thousands of carousels fell into disrepair for decades. At the end of the 20th century, though, more and more people realized the heritage we have in these twirling rides. Thanks to restoration efforts, hundreds of “flying horses” once again thrill young and old. These lovely wooden handpainted animals are part of the Heritage Museum in Sandwich, Massachusetts. The stunning detail and lively colors of these vintage horses amaze and delight.

It’s true for me. Ride the carousel, forget your troubles, smile big. I dare you to whirl without grinning. Here’s my family enjoying a carousel ride in Indiana . . .

How about you? How do you relax and mentally whirl away from whatever’s wearing at you? What do you find at the end of the day’s “trolley ride” that refreshes you?

Linking up with Texture Tuesdays, where the theme for this week is “story.” The carousel photos use Kim Klassen’s testure “History.” The photo of my family (which I didn’t shoot — I’m in it!) uses the texture “Shade of November.” Also linking up with Sweet Shot Tuesday and Leigh vs Laundry.

 

 

Open Like a Two-Year-Old

I love how open two-year-olds are to experiencing everything. They engage all the senses in a great quest to discover the world. Tractors are climbed, songs are sung, water is splashed. Books are patted, balls are flung, movies are absorbed. Sisters are hugged, brothers are chased. And snow — snow is to be tasted.

I want to be more open to life, like a two-year-old. How about you? In what small way can you use your senses to be more open today? What can you enjoy “tasting”?

Linking up with Sweet Shot Tuesdays and with Texture Tuesdays, where the theme this week is “Open.” The texture used on the photo of Tyler is Kim Klassen’s “And Then Some.”

 

 

One Word 2012: Brighten

Here’s an approach to the new year that can color your days in a positive way. Choose one word that represents what you want to focus on. Then let that word shape your thinking day by day. Resolutions can be beneficial, but sometimes they turn out to be more discouraging than uplifting. They can feel like laws that need to be kept. Instead of making resolutions, the past few years, I’ve joined the one-word movement.

In 2011 my word was INTENTIONAL. Inspired by reading the bio of Dietrich Bonheoffer at the turn of the year, I wanted to cut down on the frittering away of my hours. By the end of the year I had started a blog, invested weekly hours in teaching piano students, memorized more Scripture than I would have otherwise, sang in a choir again, and enjoyed several trips with my husband — including my first camping trip in the mountains (in a thunderstorm!). I still fritter, but not nearly as much.

This year I’ve chosen the word BRIGHTEN. I want to go through my days looking for ways to brighten life for those around me. No matter what I’m doing, I want to cheer on others — my family, my friends, my coworkers, my neighbors, my students, the checker at the grocery store. For an introvert, this doesn’t usually come naturally. I’ll need to keep reminding myself to be a light.

BRIGHTEN is a verb, which means it’s something I’ll need to do, not just think about. It’s a worthwhile goal, I know, because in his message on the mountain long ago, Jesus told the people, “You are the light of the world. A city set on a hill cannot be hidden . . . Let your light shine . . .”

This year in small moments of everyday life, I want to be that lighted city, brightening up the lives of others. I’ll try and I’ll fail, and I’ll succeed, too. I’m looking forward to actively looking for ways to shine.

The One Word 365 campaign is a group of people who have chosen one word to focus on for 2012. You’re welcome to participate! It’s amazing how one word will float to the top of your mind when you think about where you are in your life and what the coming year might have in store for you. You can participate whether or not you have a blog. Jump in. What have you got to lose?!

 

What’s Different About This House?

In the quaint mountain town of Julian, outside of San Diego, you will find this charming house.

Notice anything different about it? Here’s a closer view.

Yes, it has two front doors. When William Kettner built the house in 1923, he followed the German style of including one front door for the wife and her friends and another front door for the man of the house. Kettner and his pool-playing buddies used his side and his wife entertained her lady friends on the other side of the house.

Today the house is not only a home but also a shop. The place retains its charm as it heads toward being a century old.

I don’t remember ever seeing a home with two separate front doors, one for the ladies and one for the men. It’s an interesting concept. My husband and I have our own bathrooms and we have our own coffee pots and our own computers. Just this morning we talked about maybe having two dishrags because one of us is not so good at shaking out the crumbs (yep, that would be me). We haven’t found the need for two front doors, though.

How about you? Your family may share a front door but find life is smoother when you don’t share in some other ways. What works for you?

Linking up with Sweet Shot Tuesdays and Texture Tuesdays. Texture used is Embrace by Kim Klassen.

When Ducklings Need a Bit of Help

In the children’s award-winning book, Make Way for Ducklings, author Robert McCloskey tells a story of a family of ducklings and their mother living in downtown Boston. The mother duck decides to cross a street, unaware of the danger of speeding vehicles. As she leads her little ones into danger, a kind cop runs to the rescue.

He stops traffic so the vulnerable ducklings can cross in safety.

A delightful bronze recreation of the story delights children and adults alike in a Boston park. Here you’ll see the mother and her brood marching along, enjoying their stroll.

Something’s missing, though — the policeman. The story of the ducklings would be untold without the kindness of their protector, but still today they march, blissfully unaware of their need for the gentleman who watched out for them.

This New Year is a good time to take a look back and consider who helped us this last year in our daily march through life. I would include on my list my former colleagues who recommended me for the new job I’m enjoying; my friend who invited me to sing in a choir and rediscover the joy of music in community; and my friend who sent me her piano students when she moved away. I’m so grateful for so many who look out for me, providing experiences I didn’t even know I craved. This year, I’d like to remember the high-stepping ducklings and be on the lookout for those who watch out for me. A word of thanks would be welcome, I’m sure.

How about you? Were there times this last year when someone stepped in, blew a whistle, and helped you face something scary? Who’s believed in you enough to let others know? Has someone given you a recommendation that paved the way for a rich new experience?

Linking up with Sweet Shot Tuesdays and Texture Tuesdays. Photos from Boston have one layer of Kim Klassen’s Crackerjack in Color Burn.

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