I moderate a YahooGroup for herb growers. Many of the members have interesting signature lines. One of them was: “The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you. Don’t go back to sleep.”
One of the other members asked if it was a line from a poem, and she said that it was an excerpt from a Buddhist “poem.” She thought it went this way:
The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you.
Don’t go back to sleep.
You must ask for what you really want.
Don’t go back to sleep.
People are going back and forth through the doorsill where two worlds touch.
The door is round and open.
Don’t go back to sleep.
I won’t pretend to understand the meaning, but I love the first two lines, so I thought I’d share it with you. I hope you have a lovely day, and that you got to see the sun rise.
Reality Prayers
I think it was my youngest sister who sent me a page of prayers several years ago. The one which stayed with me was:
God, give me patience, and I mean right NOW!
Diversity?
Today I was marveling at how diverse the women in my family are.
Sister #1 raised five children, drove a school bus, and then became a darned fine nurse. She specialized in geriatrics and came to be very knowledgeable about wound management. Now that she has retired, she has a business making clothing for craft fairs.
Sister #2 became a jeweler, and had her own store. Then she became the Director of Christian Education for a large church.
I’m the third, and I spent what feels like a huge part of my life in school and then teaching for 11 years. Now, I’m the office for my husband’s company, and I care for our mother.
Sister #4 had a career in the Navy and then resigned to raise her family. She went back for additional classes and now teaches English to kids at risk, and may soon become a principal.
I was thinking how diverse we are, how wide spread our interests are, when I realized that each of us chose to work at some point in our lives in a service field. Teaching, nursing, Christian education, the ties that bind us are closer than I realized. Each of us have chosen a field that has an impact on the quality of life around us. I doubt you would be surprised to find that there is a good deal of volunteerism in our lives, too.
So…. maybe we are not as diverse as I thought. Sister #1 driving in stock car races, and winning, was different. And #4 has been involved with historical reinactments for the 1750 era. Things like that bring a zest to life, but they don’t change the underlying concern for people.
The next generation has engineers, biologists, managers, international buyers, and business owners. The opportunities have changed for these young women, and they have branched out. In their generation we have the best of both worlds, diversity combined with interest in family.
The best thing about all this is that there is nothing keeping the four of us from trying new things all the time. We may join the next generation in diversity, yet!
Mortality
Last Friday I hosted my quilting bee. For years, like clockwork, these ladies have come to my home once a month to sit and quilt and share quilting news. Occasionally we work on each other’s projects, but usually we work on our own quilts as we sit and chat.
This should have been like any other of a hundred visits, but it was special. Very special. We were rejoicing that one of our members had lived through a heart attack less than two weeks earlier. She was with us, talking about her experience. She was clear on how serious it had been, but her natural good humor was underlying everything she said, and she was GLAD to be among us.
We are not young women, but neither do we consider ourselves to be old. Don’t let the fact that we quilt make you think we are little old gray haired ladies. And that’s the rub. We all thought we were too young to have to worry about heart attacks.
Now, we feel mortal. We look at our friends and family differently, because we know that we could loose them, or we could die without warning. It makes you reconsider what’s important. I’ve just spent hours getting ready for a bridal shower. Perhaps, instead, I should have been spending time with my family.
Today I made sure to talk to each person. Each one got a hug, and plans were made to get together again, soon. My goal is to get past the trivial conversations, and get to know them better.
Since I don’t know when my time will be up, the only option I have is to make the best use I can of the time I have left. What does that mean for you? How would you best use your time? It’s something I need to ponder.
Up and running
Well……I re-programed our business computer. With about an hour’s help from Dell, and a couple of hours of guidance from Stepson Number 3, I got almost all of it back on and running. Most of it agrees to work as it did before, but I need to do a little tweaking.
T told me that the wonderful little calendar in the bottom right corner of my screen that just appeared one day was a a gift from “Gator,” and that I didn’t want to let them anywhere near my computer again. We also managed to loose “Gain” in the process, and I’m happy to have kicked them out. We’re going to add a spywear program this coming week.
Now I’m trying different pop up killers. I’m being inundated with ads from companies who want to SELL me a pop up killer…….like I’d buy anything from them after they’ve driven me crazy! Huh!
So, the experience was not as difficult as I thought it would be. I still need guidance in setting up drivers, but the rest of the reprogramming was pretty easy. Perhaps some of my friends have rubbed off on me over the past four years!
I’m a confirmed believer in back ups, though. I managed to save all but one program, and it was time to update that information anyway. Regular backups can save you, yeah they can. Memorize this….and live by it: Save Early And Often!
Silence
Sit still. Listen. What do you hear around you?
I can hear the dog snoring, a car reving it’s engine, my processor humming, and occasionally, the sound of the cool air being forced through the ducts.
Silence is on my mind because until 30 minutes ago my house was full with 15 women, 8 men and 7 children. The children played and ran from adult to adult seeking attention. People gathered in twos and threes and fours to chat and bring themselves up to date on what was going on in the family. Newer members of the family were worked into the fabric of our existence. Bodies swirled through the rooms of my house as though eddies of a stream were moving them along and depositing them where they could start a new conversation.
Today was the bridal shower for my brother’s daughter. My oldest sister took over the organization. She arranged for the thank you cards, the guest mementos, most of the food, the plates and napkins, the memory book, and the invitations. I prepared my home for the party and did a little cooking. I have a minor amount of cleaning up to do, and a LOT of satisfaction at having hosted a lovely party.
I started more than two weeks ago, weeding and working in the gardens for a couple of hours a day, arranging for the high glass in the house to be cleaned, and getting a start on my Fall cleaning. I shopped with Sister Number 1 for shower things. We rarely have the chance to get together, so we had lunch, and then chose little gifts for our guests. Perhaps that quiet time with her was one of the best gifts to come from this shower. I tried to fit the preparation in around the things that normally fill my life, plus a few surprises.
This past week I haven’t had the chance to blog. I missed keeping up with what has been happening in your lives, and I’m eager to read what you’ve all had to say. I had a lovely note from billy…..just checking in….making sure everything was all right. It was lovely to know that I had been missed. *S*
So….I’m enjoying the quiet, listening to the lack of furor now that everyone has gone their way. I’m delighted that I was asked to be involved. I’m glad that everyone had a good time, and I’m glad that I can put my feet up and rest a while before we do this again.
This kind of silence is wonderful. May you all have the chance to experience it!
Schooling 3
Chicago schooling is in an incredible mess! For quite some time school administrators have been campaigning to get the students to class on the first day of school. What kind of household send their kids to school when they feel like it, rather than on the first day of class?
This indifference to schooling is a serious problem, but now the City of Chicago has given students even more reason to be indifferent. Students who attend schools which have an over all failing grade have been given permission to seek a spot in another school, where the student might get a better education. Unfortunately, the Chicago school district was totally unprepared to deal with the volume of students who wished to change schools.
Schooling 2
I have written my thoughts about school uniforms in the recent past. I feel that the casual clothing kids wear today makes it impossible to create an environment where the students can focus on the lessons.
I was delighted to hear that one school has announced that short t-shirts which reveal the belly are banned. Neither the students, nor the teachers may wear them. Should a student come to school in one, they will be greeted at the door and handed an oversized T-shirt to wear for the day.
The students dislike wearing the oversized T-shirts so much, that they are changing their wardrobes.
Clever….very clever.
Schooling 1
Education is an important subject to me. I spent a lot of years as a teacher, and it’s not possible to turn off my thoughts about education in general now that I no longer teach.
I was half-listening to the radio today and heard part of a blurb about a school that planned to address student absenteeism by charging the parents when the students were not in school.
Happy Birthday
I want to wish my friend Midnight a Happy Birthday! Sorry I can’t be there to celebrate. I hope you’ve had a great time playing with those new Lie-Nielson planes. *S*
Happy Birthday, and many, many more!