How respond to/within life has to do with my storyline. Crafting one that throws full support behind welcoming with open arms a robust, full-flavored, fully experienced life!
Mind you, even my former fairly faulty storyline couldn't completely deny that my life's been graced with awesome blessings since Day 1. Praise be that the over-hauled & updated version sees clearly the endless bounty of wondrous things that grace my life and welcome even more to flow right in, thank you!
Through my most challenging years, my weird saving grace was the ability to hear & register when I said over-the-top things. Like when I accused a sib of KNOWING that asking me to do something equated to telling me I had to do it. What an internal shocker to hear myself say the words & KNOW that I believed them. Or when Page Morahan talked about setting goals & I heard myself explain, "Oh, I never set goals; setting them is a sure way to ensure I never reach them." Again, can remember the shock I felt hearing the words come out of my mouth, come from a deep deep place within me.
Am in such an intriguing place at this point in time. Know it's essential I continue overhauling my storyline to keep step with my true self, with my sense of awesome destiny waiting to be experienced, with the lessons I've learned (instead of the lessons themselves, which want to hang around but only hold me back). What got me to where I am is my ability to work with words, to step back & analyze, to hold things in a warm embrace but not too tightly. What will move me forward will be my willingness to welcome wordlessness, to not have to understand everything, to let things just BE without examination & dissection. To where my storyline has changed so much, it doesn't even exist - just the story.
Track 9 to NYC
dropping off "my guys" at Hamilton Train Station
Thursday, May 31, 2012
Sunday, May 27, 2012
Inaugurations & Ordinations
Until today, I didn't grasp the difference between a priestly inauguration & an ordination. Thanks to the Rt. Rev. Tom Kline, I now get it - a person is only inaugurated ONCE, on being officially designated a priest, but could be ordained up to three times: into the 1st degree (white stoll - teacher), into the 2nd (blue stoll - pastor), into the 3rd (episcopal - red stoll). One has to do with use, the other with #ing.
Much more to write about, but - as so often happens when I feel something deeply - am feeling challenged putting down into words all that I felt this morning.
In time.
Much more to write about, but - as so often happens when I feel something deeply - am feeling challenged putting down into words all that I felt this morning.
In time.
Wednesday, May 2, 2012
A Picture's Worth
A picture is truly worth countless words!
A friend just posted a vintage photo on Facebook. Two young ladies, apparently barely out of high school, with a rather dour-looking older woman in the foreground, all three seated on what looks like either the stern of a boat or a bench overlooking a lake. The girls look is relatively timeless, although the older woman's hat places the photo in the 1930s.
Turns out it was shot in Scotland, on a trip the girls - cousins - took in the '30s. (Small wonder the aunt looked a trifle dour - not always a lot of fun chaperoning even the most well-bred young ladies abroad!) The girl in the middle - Morna, a distinquished "ancient" (as my Mom would say) in her 90s, generally regarded by one & all as a living treasure - had given it to one of her nieces to post.
Impossible to imagine the impact seeing that one photo will have on so many of us youngsters, who will smile with memories of Karen, of Morna, of Miss Creda. To see that Miss Morna's smile - known by so many of us from thousands of math classes, from being greeted by her as principal, from it being flashed to us as we pass by her - remains basically unchanged over the years. And that Mrs. Cole - Karen - projects the same quiet quality I always sensed when I was a classmate of one of her daughters. Funny seeing Miss Creda look like she'd just tasted something sour, as I can't recall a time when, as a white-haired "ancient," she didn't invariably have a warm smile for me.
So many memories, all stirred by one snapshot.
Impossible to imagine how many memories would be stirred by someone with "real-time" memories of Morna & Karen in those younger years. And it's a spur to me to get Cyber Access for the Technically Timid up & running asap. This blog - Sneezing Chickens - honors the stories in our lives. By making CATT a success, I'll open up to so many of my older friends access to countless memories, priceless moments.
Still thinking about all the different responses to that one photo, all the different memories stirred by all the FB friends when they spotted it, when many shouted out to someone, as I did, "Hey - you've gotta see this!" What is a picture worth? More than any of us can imagine!
A friend just posted a vintage photo on Facebook. Two young ladies, apparently barely out of high school, with a rather dour-looking older woman in the foreground, all three seated on what looks like either the stern of a boat or a bench overlooking a lake. The girls look is relatively timeless, although the older woman's hat places the photo in the 1930s.
Turns out it was shot in Scotland, on a trip the girls - cousins - took in the '30s. (Small wonder the aunt looked a trifle dour - not always a lot of fun chaperoning even the most well-bred young ladies abroad!) The girl in the middle - Morna, a distinquished "ancient" (as my Mom would say) in her 90s, generally regarded by one & all as a living treasure - had given it to one of her nieces to post.
Impossible to imagine the impact seeing that one photo will have on so many of us youngsters, who will smile with memories of Karen, of Morna, of Miss Creda. To see that Miss Morna's smile - known by so many of us from thousands of math classes, from being greeted by her as principal, from it being flashed to us as we pass by her - remains basically unchanged over the years. And that Mrs. Cole - Karen - projects the same quiet quality I always sensed when I was a classmate of one of her daughters. Funny seeing Miss Creda look like she'd just tasted something sour, as I can't recall a time when, as a white-haired "ancient," she didn't invariably have a warm smile for me.
So many memories, all stirred by one snapshot.
Impossible to imagine how many memories would be stirred by someone with "real-time" memories of Morna & Karen in those younger years. And it's a spur to me to get Cyber Access for the Technically Timid up & running asap. This blog - Sneezing Chickens - honors the stories in our lives. By making CATT a success, I'll open up to so many of my older friends access to countless memories, priceless moments.
Still thinking about all the different responses to that one photo, all the different memories stirred by all the FB friends when they spotted it, when many shouted out to someone, as I did, "Hey - you've gotta see this!" What is a picture worth? More than any of us can imagine!
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