Rust ~

 

 

What's

not to love

about

~ rust ~
visually
speaking
at
least

In Honor ~ In Memory

For those of you

who

served

and

came home

we

thank you

For those of you

who

served

and

gave your life

we

thank you

{my uncle's Army hat and a medal from WWII}

My mother

was in

the first grade

the

day
the teacher
made

the announcement

that
World War I

had ended

it was

a memory

that

remained

with her

all of her life

today

and every day

may

we not forget

those

who have paid

a dear and precious

price
for
our freedom

"Greater love

has

no man than this

that

he lay down his life

for a brother"

For a great day ~

Living structure ...

Clarity in reflection ...

  Purpose with passion ...

A Summer Memory ~

Feeling the need

for

some

summer softness

these

umber

autumn

days

A bed of diamonds ~

Anatomy of a leaf

Silence calls to silence

exposed

for

all to see

death

light

shadow

all

part

of eternity

Peace ~

Peace

is

seeing

a sunset

and

knowing

who

to thank

{unknown}

The Ordinary ~

God still draws near to us

in the ordinary, commonplace,

everyday experiences and places

... He comes in surprising ways ...

Henry Gariepy

The Antonym ~

mundane
adjective

humdrum, dull, boring, tedious, monotonous, tiresome, wearisome, unexciting, uninteresting, uneventful, unvarying, unremarkable, repetitive, repetitious, routine, ordinary, everyday, day-to-day, run-of-the-mill, commonplace, workaday; informal plain-vanilla, ho-hum.

 

~ antonym ~

extraordinary, imaginative

No two snowflakes 

are alike

dwell

in discovery

dwell

in possibility

dwell

in the antonym

Remembering Domingo ~

The young man named Domingo stood at the head of the bed … barber’s shears in hand. Four months had passed since I had been admitted to the hospital due to a spinal cord injury. Halloween and Thanksgiving had come and gone. Christmas would soon be here.  My husband (now an ex), who was stationed at an AFB in Texas, was coming “home” on leave. Home for us that Christmas was Room 409 in a hospital in the middle of Montana several hundred miles from our real home. The nurses had decided to gift me with a haircut and “do” in preparation for his coming. I had graduated from the circle bed to a regular hospital bed, but I was still unable to sit in a chair. This would come later … much later. But I digress. Domingo had an agenda … other than a haircut. Domingo knew Jesus. Domingo loved to talk about Jesus. I was Lutheran. I didn’t know Jesus the way Domingo knew Jesus. This was about to change. His enthusiasm knew no bounds. What he couldn’t articulate with his tongue, he articulated with his hands. Remember now … he’s there to cut my hair, and I was growing a bit apprehensive as his gesturing gained momentum. I watched {carefully} and then listened quietly as he told me about his Jesus. There was very little to be said on my part … some of his expressions were unfamiliar to me and I didn’t fully understand. That would change … he would be back  … there would be more haircuts … and I would learn about praise and worship … and Jesus. Oh, how I would learn. And I would learn that we both knew the same Jesus … him ... according to the zeal that was an integral part of his personality … me ... in the quietness that was an integral part of my personality. I would like to think that we learned together.

Domingo … wherever you are …
thank you for telling me about your Jesus.

The word of choice for the blog carnival today
is 
remember. 
As it has many meanings
I chose the one
that means 
to reminisce

Busy-ness ~

Sometimes

life

just gets

way

too busy

so just 

for this moment

breathe ... in

breathe ... out

~ there ~

that's better

have 

a

day

filled

with Light

and wonder

and

peace