August: inspiring reverence or admiration
Birthday Girl celebrated on Friday at Chuck E Cheese's in Davenport, Iowa. Jack and I drove over to party with Lilia, a bunch of other wee ones, and their parents. She's SIX and starts FIRST GRADE on Wednesday.
Daniel has been in county jail for a couple of weeks. I need to say here, in case I haven't before, that he does not mind if I write about his process. On Friday, he plans to officially enter a plea agreement. After that, we're not sure what will happen. The judge has ninety days in which to sentence him. (This for selling marijuana.) Thank you so much to those of you who pray and hope with us. A big question is how to communicate with and help a six-year-old who is very close to her dad. "Jail" is a big word, even to me.
Good Reads: Currently, as time allows (more and more) I'm reading Carol Flinders' At the Root of this Longing: Reconciling a Spiritual Hunger with a Feminist Thirst. Also, James and Friedman's The Grief Recovery Handook. Excellent, both. . .and timely and so helpful.
I just got my DNA results back from Ancestry.com. . .something you may be curious about for yourself! Surprisingly, my Ancestral Heritage shakes out at: 48% Scandanavian (never would have guessed!), 32% British Isles, 12% Southern European, and 8% unknown. Yup, that's 100%. So, if there's anything remotely American Indian in there, it's in that last mere 8%. . .so my Native American Heritage, it seems lies more in the area of spirituality. And, now. . .what does all of that mean?
Please bear with my Incoherence and Incomplete Thoughts. With the recent move and returning to work, I am aware of distractions. . .things to get back to, and in what order?
Jack is in Sparta this week ("God's Country") golfing, teaching golf clinics, and hopefully doing some fishing. On the phone, he sounds really happy.
K. It's okay if I don't include everything here; something for every letter of the alphabet, that is. Some of you will recognize that I'm just prodding myself to write. . .priming the pump.
I recently Listed a few things for myself that I'd been missing for a while. Who knows for how long? Did I pass that on to the girls? Nope. Everything turned up. A couple of items surfaced from three moves ago.
I'm thinking I need more Music in my life. I have been playing my Indian flute some, playing Carly Simon and some classical stuff. Even with music appreciation courses, I still think of most classical music as "great movie scores" when I'm listening. Embarrassing.
Night prayers, especially for Daniel. It's especially hard when I imagine his loneliness, fear, and maybe confusion, along with my own. There's too much beyond my understanding. Still, I try. It can interfere with sleep.
O, P, Q,
I have strong hopes of getting back here, to the blog, on a Regular basis. I've missed being here.
The concepts of Scarcity and Abundance have been in my thinking/awareness lately. I wonder at myself when I pick up the box of dishwashing detergent, and, on finding it half full, immediately decide I need to get more. Right away. But it's a big box. We're talking weeks away from empty. So, I'm trying to pay attention.
T, U, V. . .
At our tables, we each had a hand painted bag (see the photo) and a card stating that, as a thank you from the bride and groom, we were to fill a bag with produce to take home. The reception, by the way, was a potluck meal made in heaven. Because Colyn works at the Catholic Worker House, and Hillary works with refugees, there was a vast variety of foods. And persons!
The produce comes from the community garden space they share with refugee families.
X, Y, Z. . . as in, zee you zoon.