Saturday, May 8, 2010

Sunday's Psalm--Sixth Sunday of Easter



O God, let all the nations praise you!





May God have pity on us and bless us;


may he let his face shine upon us.




So may your way be known upon earth;




among all nations, your salvation.




O God, let all the nations praise you!














May the nations be glad and exult
because you rule the peoples in equity;
the nations on the earth you guide.


O God, let all the nations praise you!

May the peoples praise you, O God;
may all the peoples praise you!



May God bless us,


and may all the ends of the earth fear him!





O God, let all the nations praise you!


from Psalm 67
Photos:
Tacoma reflection
trail at Mt. Rainier
Columbia River at Stonehenge (our Stonehenge)
dogwood
at the base of Silver Falls

Friday, May 7, 2010

Follower--or leader?


Crow or raven?

This guy met me in the parking lot. If I had thought about it at the time, I would have decided if he was a crow or a raven. A raven, I think, but a small one. I was at the Grove of the Patriarchs for a short hike while traveling to the coast.

When I drove off, he followed me.

Or led me.

He swooped in front of the car, over the car, behind the car.

I have a stalker.

Musically speaking

I've been saving this reflection from the grand piano on our cruise for a rainy day. I don't know if it's raining or not, as I have scheduled this post. Maybe I will find a better reflection while I am out and about this weekend....then again, maybe I will get wet.    James sponsors Weekend Reflections. Pay him a visit.

Thursday, May 6, 2010

SkyWatch at home

No need to travel to see a glorious sunset. This was taken jsut down the road from home. I did it there to avoid having it full of hop poles and strings.

And looking east at the same time.

SkyWatch every Friday here.

Wednesday, May 5, 2010

What a mess!

But when they are finished, we will know what in the world they did.
Part of a series on Thursdays
of men or women at work

ABC Wednesday--P is for...

ABC Wednesday--P is for a Purple Picnic

Do you have a special way of remembering friends? For me, each summer, and for some of my quilting buddies, it's a purple picnic.

So, you may wonder, how does one have a purple picnic and why?

Here is the story behind it. One September, my friend Grace and I were getting together to do a Shop Hop. A Shop Hop is a sort of quilters' frenzy, where quilt shops in a region have a weekend where they team together for special deals, contests, patterns, drawings. And quilters go in a frenzy from one shop to the next to look for the clues, the freebies, and the special patterns designed for the event. It may be something only an addicted quilter can understand.

Grace lived her life in a wheelchair. In the last few years it was a motorized wheelchair, after nearly a year in the hospital. She was ready for some adventure. A full shop hop was more than she would be able to handle, but a few of the shops on my side of the mountain where the Shop Hop covered quite a few miles and only 13 shops was a lot different than the more than 50 along the I-5 corridor.

While planning our excursion, we thought of Debi, a friend not too far off our route who was going through some rough times and we decided to drop in on her. We would arrive in her town close to lunchtime, so we decided to pack a picnic and bring it along, and if Debi wasn't up to a spontaneous visit, we could take it to the park.

I'd brought a batik tablecloth home from my trip to India and had never had a chance to use it. And it was purple. I said I would bring my purple tablecloth and exuberantly, Grace declared, "We can have a purple picnic!" We then set out to plan all the purple we could think of. That first purple picnic (Debi did welcome our visit.) included purple potato chips, purple pop, purple plums, purple gift bags of purple goodies for each of us, including Debi's son. Even a purple toy or something--don't remember what--for Debi's little dog and Grace's service dog, Landrum. We had a delightful lunch, cheerful catching up on everything, and Grace and I were on our way to continue our shopping.

The following year, sadly, Grace suffered a massive stroke and passed away. Some of us were gathered for a quilting weekend, and we had planned a purple picnic, this time adding cold borscht and purple paper plates, purple plastic tableware, and purple napkins to our picnic items. The picnic became a memorial to Grace as we remembered her always witty rejoinders, her faith in what she could accomplish despite her health issues, and her ability to always cheer each of us up.

The purple picnic became an annual tradition, and each year since, at least one person in our group has had a purple picnic in memory of Grace. The one pictured was shared last summer on a camping trip.

When Grace passed away, we remembered what she always said--that one day she would dance---dance with the angels.

Now our purple picnics will honor both Grace and Debi, who passed away earlier this year  after a long bout with emphysema.
                      Grace                                                                                                Debi

Do you want to have a purple picnic? Here are some purple foods to consider: purple potato chips, blue corn tortilla chips (which are actually purple), cornbread from blue cornmeal (available at a health food store), potato salad from blue or purple potatoes. borscht, grapes, plumes, grape soda, grape jelly, purple jelly beans, pickled beets,....maybe you could add some more.....

ABC Wednesday
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Continues each week with the help of a team at the ABC site.



Tuesday, May 4, 2010

My World Tuesday--new baby in the neighborhood

My next door neighbor keeps a horse, chickens, and raises a couple of calves every year.



Peek-a-boo.


And now there is a new member of the family.






Just saying "Hi!" in my world today.


Monday, May 3, 2010

It's Geometry Monday! There's a word for this.

I don't know what the word is, but I do know that there is a word for how a triangle is not going to change shape and is so stable. This phenomenon is at the heart of the reason that so many triangles are used in engineering--bridge building--other construction. Put together a triangle of three Popsicle sticks into a triangle. Unless you break it, it will stay the same shape.

It's what makes a three legged stool sit stable where a four legged stool wobble if one leg is even a few millimeters longer or shorter than the others.

Is there a theological significance in this solidity--stability of three?
A square or a rectangle is not like this. If you push on the corner of your Popsicle stick square, it will turn into a rhombus. The angles change easily. A rectangle turns into a parallelogram.

So here, from my walk the other day, is what happens to a square in real life.

Saturday, May 1, 2010

Sunday's Psalm--Fifth Sunday of Easter

I will praise your name forever, my king and my God.

The LORD is gracious and merciful,
slow to anger and of great kindness.
The LORD is good to all
and compassionate toward all his works.




I will praise your name forever, my king and my God.


Let all your works give you thanks,
O LORD.


and let your faithful ones bless you.










Let them discourse of the glory of your kingdom



and speak of your might.


I will praise your name forever, my king and my God.



Let them make known your might to the children of Adam,
and the glorious splendor of your kingdom.

Your kingdom is a kingdom for all ages,
and your dominion endures through all generations.

I will praise your name forever, my king and my God.

~~~~~~~
from Psalm 145
Photos:
Wenatchee Valley from Peshastin Pinnacles; Silver Falls, Mt. Rainier NP, WA; Zoolights, Phoenix; lift up your hands in praise; forest somewhere--either Western WA or AK; Wukoki Pueblo, AZ 

A Walk around the Block

This morning I went for a walk around the block. For many people, that is a brief stroll--but you must understand the place where I live.

In the agricultural area where I live, a block is a mile on each side.

I know that for many a walk of four miles is nothing. In fact, I think I'm ready to go for another block, myself.
NOT!
Although a couple of dogs followed me for a bit just down the street, they got bored of it pretty quickly and no one or nothing bothered me the rest of the way...
...though I was kept under constant surveillance.


I took this from the next road over. Those trees are across the road just down from our house. The water tower is two blocks further on. Remember--a mile on a block? So the water tower is about three miles away from where I was standing. (It may be a little less, as I think that one of the blocks may be a little less than a mile.)

Agriculture in this area is diverse. Besides the hops which surround us, on our block I found apples, cherries, alfalfa, and grapevines.

I've always admired the bank of California Poppies the neighbor at the corner has each summer. Of course, it is half a mile away, and we usually only see it while passing in the car.

I really could go for another round of one of the blocks, but I will save it for another day. There is so much to do of a Saturday morning. I am consciously planning some training walks--especially for days we don't have morning activities that interfere. I have often walked the six miles to McDonald's for breakfast and called hubby to meet me there. But he has taken a job with the census, and I am afraid if I did that, I might have to walk back. Twelve miles wouldn't hurt me.

Depending partly on his schedule, we might go to Seattle next week to walk on the team of a former student of mine in the Walk for a Cure for Diabetes.


And, of course, I am starting to train once again for the Susan G. Komen 3-Day for the Cure in November.