Saturday, January 12, 2019

Journaling and Blogging

Saturday, January 12th, 2019

A few days ago I received a reminder from Blog2Print that it was getting time

 for me to push the necessary keys

 to allow them to print

 the diminished number of blogs I have written during the last year, 

and after a little consideration and review of the small offering 
I had for them I thought, 

what the heck - I have done it for the last ten years, 

(and I have enjoyed reading them, occasionally,

 stirring the ashes of my memory into a lovely warm spark) 
so why not continue!

The clouds rolled away and the sun shone in the window this afternoon. 

I had finished my "two bobbins a day" task on the Glimakra (loom) and threaded the LeClerc, 

and I was weary of bending over,

so I indulged myself, and Callie, 

who came to sit with me, and had a little nap!  

Well, that didn't last long, - the phone rang and nudged me from my indolence, 

and after I had attended to that 

I remembered my newly made resolution about reading

 and I looked askance at Chris Arthur's book of Essays that was lying on the table, 

and that I am re-reading (Irish Nocturnes - highly recommended).  

It seemed to require more earnest attention than I was prepared to give it

on this lazy Saturday afternoon, 

so I turned instead to one of the BlogtoPrint books on the shelf,

and prepared to lose myself  in sentimental reminiscence!!

The book I chose, randomly, covered the years 2009 and 2010, 

- that lovely time before I lived alone  

while Charles and I were still in the house on the hill 

and we could see up and down the valley as it stretched to the west and the southeast, 

- when I was still writing blogs for ABC Wednesday 

and Sky Watch Friday, 

and life was just so full of wonderful companionship.

As I read, those happy days swept me away into a lovely reverie,

 and I'm not sure if Gratitude at having lived them, 

or Regret that they were in the past, 

never to be experienced again, 

was the strongest emotion I felt. 

 But probably Gratitude!!!

This is a wonderful way to Journal.

Complete with pictures,

accounts of daily doings

and occasionally how you felt about things,

carefully expressed!!!

It behooves me to add another Resolution,

Blog more often in 2019....

even though life has changed

there is still so much to be aware of.

Monday, January 07, 2019

Epiphany, - the time of Light


As I wandered back from the bathroom last night I paused by the window.

The sky was clear, and the stars were brilliant.

I thought about Epiphany..
The Festival of Light, - filled with hope and promise.

I had taken a digital part in the service
early in the morning, - - -
the morning of the Feast of the Epiphany,
when the Magi came with the light
from the East
and the wonders of the Holy Birth
were spread beyond 
that small community lit by the Star.

The service came from
the Washington National Cathedral,
with which I have become quite familiar,
and which I so appreciate and enjoy.

Each day we gain a little light,
and the New Year brings with it clarity
of thought and determination
to make our lives lighter;
filled with more integrity,
thoughts filled with hope,
and as many actions as we are capable of
to spread the light
amongst those who share our days.

On the inside cover of my Day Book
is a little reminder....

"Grace to those who make the 
journey with you"

and in the Anglican Journal which arrived in the mail today

a small prayer at Epiphany

God of pilgrims, teach us to recognize
your dwelling place in the love, generosity
and support of those with whom we share our journey,
and help us to worship you in our response
to those who need our care, for all the world
is your temple and every human heart is a sign
of your presence,....

or this......

1 Matthew 2:  Magi
We have seen his star in the east......

At the far edge of our science
we aren't looking so much at stars anymore
as at the older light
that was what the stars were before they were stars,

looking back over our shoulders,
one might say, at our own footprints,
our own cosmic path
across the unimaginably distant past,

tracing subtle electro-magnetic fluctuations,
the first whisper in the still tissue of space,

an infant's piercing cry,

a sound older even than the light
the pulse of energy that was, then, the whole universe.

from Ethics Daily