Oxygen

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One breath.
One heartbeat.
Another.  Another.
The moment between the call of the wren
and the hush that follows.
Strands in the fabric
of your tapestry.

Gratitude List:
1. I can’t yet see that light at the end of the tunnel, but I can sense it if I sort of look to the side and imagine that it’s there.
2. There’s a dad in this house who keeps making little surprises to put into someone’s dollhouse.  I wish I could be here this morning to see a small person notice the newest changes.
3. Seasoning.  This is a great word.  I love perfectly seasoned food–when just the right extra flavors have been added in balance.  I am also feeling my own seasoning develop, bit by bit, in the high school.  No matter how much teaching experience and energy I may have come to this school with, this is my first teaching experience with high school students, and it takes some seasoning to develop myself as a teacher.  I am grateful to have two years under my belt.  Each year adds new and more complex and intricate flavors.
4. Plans to organize and tidy up.  This is born of my current low-grade frustration with the clutter and mess of the house.  May is when I am in the final skid toward the end of the semester, and Jon is in the upward climb into the farm season, and the house is left to take care of herself. Add Little League to that mix, and we’re on a bit of a wild ride.  So in odd moments, I calm myself by thinking of the de-cluttering I am going to begin the moment that my grades are in for this semester.
5. Deep breaths.  They can calm you down, wake you up, give you a moment to gather your thoughts, center and ground you.  Oxygen is a marvelous thing.

May we walk in Beauty!

It’s Really That Easy

“Why are you a Mennonite, Mom?” asked Ellis.
Because, I said, I want to honor my ancestors who died for this path.
Because I like the way we sing.
Because I want to walk this path of building peace.

“This is the way to stop a war,” he told me.
“Tell the people that we were not created to fight.
We were created to love each other.
It’s really that easy.”

I bit my tongue and did not ask
why he still fights with his brother then.
Time enough to absorb the subtleties.
For now, I’ll follow that golden child
and listen to his story.
It’s really that easy.

Gratitude List:
1.  Saying Yes.  Weaving my strand into the story.  Being welcomed.
2.  Largesse.  I like that word, and the idea.
3.  A tapestry of excellent conversation and tasty food and wine.
4.  A nap.  I felt as if I had shifted sideways into someone else’s reality.  Last year it would have been an unimagined luxury to lie down for a nap on a Sunday afternoon with a warm purring cat on my lap, but today my children could sort of end for themselves for an hour.
5.  The good quick-read mystery novels of Ellis Peters.  I am reading A Rare Benedictine at the moment.

May we walk in beauty.