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!

Courtesy of friends and entrepreneurs extraordinaire, Linda and Sam Fouquet, www.cloudtippers.com Rex's website has been re-vamped and updated! Please take a moment to check it out and give us your feedback, comments and in-put. And, place an order if you like! :) www.rexwhitecustomfurniture.com

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.

Friday, January 8, 2010

The Bridge - Christmas Card Version



I thought I would share a version of our Christmas Card this year for any readers who may not have received this. I hope you enjoy it and that it blesses you...



Consider bridges – Jesus was born into this world to be a bridge – to reconnect us with God. People throughout history have turned their backs on God…not always intentionally…sometimes we just get caught up with ourselves and leave no room “Inn” us for God. I am thankful that Jesus was born to show me the path, to be the bridge to God, for His star to light the way across the great divide.

Some of the bright spots along our path this year included the wedding of nephew Joseph Dolby to Alisa Lim in California, girls weekends in Medina and Lake Tahoe (thank you my sweet friends), and visits with many friends and family both here in Texas and at various locations around the country. This year also marked the passing of Rex’s sister Linda who had survived over 9 years after a heart transplant; and the passing of a couple of high school classmates. As often happens, such passings provide opportunities for loved ones to draw near in a common bond of love and sympathy.

The biggest event in our year was the installation of an 89 foot flat-bed railroad car as our bridge across the great divide of our driveway that washed away in the summer floods of 2007. This dramatic event caused me to reflect on the importance of bridges – that I share with you for your reflection…

THE BRIDGE
“It happens with life, with relationships. Erosion can be subtle, at first, hardly noticed; or if noticed, just seems to be the natural course of things and is dismissed. But when the gap that once was no wider than two could reach across and clasp hands eventually erodes to a chasm deep and wide, it becomes obvious, dangerous, disastrous and impassable. Some stare, gape or shake their heads, but they get used to it. Like an “elephant in the living room,” they learn to go around it, ignore it, incorporate it into life's routines. But something happened, broke, died, changed, was destroyed, re-routed and is dramatically different. Some can't ignore it for they see the chasm as a pain, as an open wound that isn't healing. The normal waters of life's stream gently flow along their path. When the torrents and floods of life's temptations, challenges and sorrows come, they carve, dig, roll, roar, upend and destroy what once was. This could be the end of the story; or, it could be a new beginning. A bridge is built across the chasm. The two sides are reunited. Grasses and flowers begin to sprout with new life. The landscape of the soul is forever changed, yet renewed.”

Warmest wishes to all for a great year ahead in 2010! Mary Lou, Weasel and Rex

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

Texas Furniture Makers Show - 2009



The Annual Texas Furniture Makers Show in Kerrville, Texas (http://www.kacckerrville.com) has become quite a prestigious event. Many of the top furniture makers in the State enter their finest works for monetary awards, broad exposure and public acclaim. As Rex White's wife, I am proud to announce that Rex won the award for the "Best Traditional Furniture" for his "Stand-up Desk" (above.)

Other top award winners are shown below in the following order: First Place/Best of Show - Credenza by John O'Brien, Second Place Overall - Cocktail Table by Jeff Granberry, Third Place Overall - Vidar's Chairs by Clark Kellogg, Best Contemporary Furniture - Dining Table by Philip Sell, Best Texas Style Furniture - Partner's Desk by Lou Quallenberg, and Best Whimsical/Art Furniture - Tres Art Chairs by Danny Kamerath. Visit the Kerrville Arts and Cultural Center (228 Earl Garrett Street Kerrville, Texas) this month to take a closer look!


















































Wednesday, October 28, 2009

Our Inner Story


I work in a business where we assist military officers make a successful transition from a military career into a business career. We guide them through self-introspection exercises to help them recognize their strengths, weaknesses, goals set and reached, patterns, and ways of doing things. We help them determine the best direction for their future. For those who choose business, we connect them with the best developmental opportunities available in Corporate America.


In the economic conditions of this past year, I have spoken with many friends who have also been making transitions in their lives. Some losing jobs and seeking new ones, some retiring from their careers and looking at what they want to be involved with in their retirement years, and others just questioning the best direction for their futures, both professionally and personally. Being in "mid-life" myself, I see many of my contemporaries reaching a time in life when they reflect on what they have accomplished so far in life and questioning whether they should take a new path to reach their true life's dream or purpose. This may be a new path as a career, or it could be a new path spiritually or relationally. We each have an "inner story" and if we listen to that Spirit within, we may more clearly see the path we should take.


An (unfinished) Inner Story…

There is an inner music
That seeks to play its song
It taps a beat into the heart
For it’s melody I long.

There is an inner poem
That seeks to tell its story
Love’s inspiration, nature’s beauty
Life and truth and glory.

There is an inner passion
That burns within the soul
I’m called, I’m pulled, I ache, I yearn
For God to make me whole.

There is an inner painting
That seeks to share its vision
It’s color, shading, brushstroke, image
A clarity, arisen.

There is an inner longing
That pulls upon my heart
Is there more I am to be or do?
Am I to play a different part?

There is an inner Spirit
That dances and uplifts
It lightens, guides and shows the way
To love, life and their gifts.

There is an inner peace
That is there without my striving
Rest and listen to the breathing
It is there, where I am thriving.

There is an inner story
Of adventure, risk, yet hope
It is where my true love waits for me..
……