Thursday, October 14, 2010

Sunset



Sunset


A couple sits nearby

They parked in handicapped parking.

Age has kissed them

silence has gripped them.

They sit and sip and quietly watch the water, the sunset.


Their days of party and passion are past.

Now they settle into a rhythm of breathing and being

together.

He cuts her food as she watches

gently feeding her the nourishment she needs

to carry on.


She sips through a straw, her water or wine...

not far removed from my days, my life.


"Irresistible" plays in my ear.

There was a day when these two knew the meaning of that word.

And they still do.

Taking their love to another place, another time.


"Irresistible" and "Unforgettable"

they will always be.

Monday, August 23, 2010

Life's Landscape


The Landscape of My Life


As I sat on an airplane bound for California to visit my mother, looking at the landscape below, I contemplated the landscape of my life. How does my life appear? Does it appear more like the rugged mountains with their dramatic ups and downs, sharp edges, yet breathtaking vistas? Or, is it more the flat valley with waving grasses, blustery winds and straight, predictable lines. Perhaps it is a seashore with its changing tides, rolling waves, life above and life below the surface. Or, the gently rolling hills, seasonally changing from green to brown and back again - nothing dramatic but lovely, flowing, peaceful. I suppose my life has been a bit of all of these terrains - a traveler along life's pathway enjoying the beauty of each, navigating the challenges of each.


Where I feel most alive and most connected is at the seashore. Perhaps it is the mystery of the deep - the sense that there is much still to be explored below the surface. I am awed by the power of the sea, the colors of the sea, the beauty of the sea. It reminds me that I am not in control and at any time it could come and sweep me into its depths. Yet it mesmerizes me, hypnotizes me, enchants me. I desire to discover more of its mystery.


I will continue my quest across the landscape of life - discovering my own heights, depths, steep climbs and quiet valleys - carving and molding the landscape of my soul.

Wednesday, July 14, 2010

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The silence you have heard from our blog over the past two months has been deafening! We could use the excuse that we have been busy, but that is a worn out excuse and only partially true. We will do our best to remedy this situation over coming months for those in the big world out there who may be listening.



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More "dove tales" and "dove tails" will follow soon.

Thursday, May 27, 2010

The Quest


THE QUEST
Like bringing a knife to a gunfight,
I find I am unprepared and ill-equipped
For the challenge and battle of this life.
Does anyone come truly prepared?
Does anyone really know what to prepare for?
My heart is wrapped with a thin veil of protection.
My soul boldly marches through dangerous
Battlefields, nakedly on its own quest
Exposed to the arrows of pain and sorrow,
Disappointment and failure.
Each wound is but an opening through which
Light can be seen.
And at the end of soul's quest
The veil over my heart will be lifted and
Find it is surrounded by love.

Thursday, April 1, 2010

Living Water


Today marks the observance of Maundy Thursday within the Christian church. Many churches commemorate the Lord's Last Supper with His disciples and His "command" (Maundy means command) that his disciples "love one another." Additionally, many churches conduct services of foot-washing, following Jesus' humble example of washing the feet of the disciples - an act of service, love and humility. We are reminded to relate to each another with these qualities, placing ourselves at the feet of one another both literally and figuratively. The church I attend, St. Barnabas Episcopal Church in Fredericksburg, TX (www.stbarnabasfbg) also holds an all-night vigil this night "in the garden with Jesus," remembering the time that He went away to pray to His Father that "this cup might pass from me." Throughout the night, people take turns praying "with Jesus," symbolizing that He will not be alone on this last night of His life. Take a moment to reflect on the meaning and power of the events of this day with the words of this poem:

LIVING WATER
Warm tears slowly find their way down my cheek and drip from my chin.
The brokenness of my heart, the pain of love pours forth and spills around me.
The sweet fragrance of this love and the saltiness of my tears mingle on my tongue.
How can something so painful, smell so sweet?
How does the sorrow of life bring out its flavor?
Oh God, hold my wounded heart within your healing hands.
Fill the broken places with the salve of your loving tears.
Show me how this vessel can still be useful
To pour out to others your living water.

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

Website Updated!

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Friday, February 26, 2010

The Music of Life


I have had the blessed opportunity to sing in/with several different choirs. From church choirs, pulling together willing voices to “make a joyful noise” unto the Lord (and sometimes it may be only joyful to the ears of God!) to fine choirs blending professional voices, or at least people with much musical training and ability. My voice fits more in the “church choir” category, but somehow I have been fortunate to be allowed to blend my voice into the more “professional” choirs and I have been richly blessed.

Choir rehearsals are times of repetition, fine tuning, listening to others’ voices and learning how to breathe. Much time is taken to go through each piece and “mark the breaths” – times when everyone breathes together. Often the director will say, “don’t breathe from here to here,” which often is an impossible request; or, they will say “stagger your breathing” so that we don’t breathe when anyone else is breathing. This gives the impression then to the listener as though no breath has been taken and the sound continues.

In life, as we blend our lives with others, there are times when we all need to collectively stop, take a breath, make an obvious pause, before the sounds of life continue. This can accentuate an experience, allow for reflection and learning, and give meaning to the words of life. It can define the moment or experience. Other times, we must just stagger our breaths, or notbreathe from “here to here,” focus, concentrate, endure, persevere, rely on everyone around to do their part, and the song of life flows seamlessly, without a break.

Singing with a choir, each voice can rely on others to blend the notes in harmony to create the music, supporting, contrasting, sometimes in unison, sometimes in four part or even eight part (or more) harmony. But when one sings alone, a solo voice, the music takes on a different flavor. The breaths, the pauses, must be taken and are more obvious. The quality of the singer’s voice is more evident and exposed. There is no one to support, to blend in with, to listen to, or harmonize with. The music can be lovely, poignant, profound, but a very different sound from the choir’s voice.

To fully understand and experience each song in life requires listening with open ears and open hearts. Oftentimes we hear more the tune than the lyrics. The musical notes “get stuck in our heads” – a musical phrase mindlessly repeating itself like a broken record. But when we really listen to the music of life, we will comprehend the message. The tune will resonate in our bones, in our souls. The breaths and the pauses accentuate and define the value of the notes, the expressions, emotions and passion. The volume and vibration push the air and we feel their effects on our skin and in our hearts. And we experience more clearly the meaning of life.