Day 211 – Instead of Counting Sheep

Instead of Counting Sheep

Day 211

Counting Your Blessings Instead of Counting Sheep by Irving Berlin

When I’m worried and I can’t sleep
I count my blessings instead of sheep
And I fall asleep
Counting my blessings

When my bankroll is getting small
I think of when I had none at all
And I fall asleep
Counting my blessings

I think about a nursery and I picture curly heads
And one by one I count them as they slumber in their beds

If you’re worried and you can’t sleep
Just count your blessings instead of sheep
And you’ll fall asleep
Counting your blessings

It was a bad day the other day.  You know when you have accepted the burdens of the world for yourself to carry and you feel that weight physically as well as mentally?  That was my day.  I ended up spending the evening with my mother on our annual night out to see White Christmas and the song above is one of the tunes featured in the film.  And as I sat there in the darkened theater, listening to the words of this song and the vocal tones Bing and Rosemary were singing it with, I felt a portion of those burdens lifting.  I am a my father’s daughter at times – planning for the worst and then dwelling on when the worst is going to come and what the worst will be.  It doesn’t happen too often that I feel this way, but when I do…  sigh.  The sky may as well be falling.  Another sanity day spent in the sun yesterday, and my burdens have lifted.  Yes, they are still burdens, but I am not carrying them alone.

And tonight, I will count my blessings instead of counting sheep.

This is the grand piano being housed in the Riverview wing of my church while the stage and auditorium are moving into high frenzy with the Big Production only days away.

Day 206 – Now and Hence

Now and Hence

Day 206

The Snowflake Which Is Now And Hence Forever by Archibald MacLeish

Will it last? he says.
Is it a masterpiece?
Will generation after generation
Turn with reverence to the page?

Birdseye scholar of the frozen fish,
What would he make of the sole, clean, clear
Leap of the salmon that has disappeared?

To be, yes!–whether they like it or not!
But not to last when leap and water are forgotten,
A plank of standard pinkness in the dish.

They also live
Who swerve and vanish in the river.

I re-charged the battery and had the camera ready, but after a day of plotting and planning and a night of scribbling out my annual Christmas missive of smuggery and half-lies, I really didn’t have the desire to put together a photo as well.  And so I am posting the snowflake I had originally planned to use this past Saturday.  This rather large and quite sparkly snowflake hangs with about 30 other rather sparkly snowflakes from the high ceiling in the commons of my church.  They catch the soft current of air flowing high above and spin lazily.  I shot this from the upper floor of the church while hanging over the railing.  The dancers far below were looking at me as if I was a bit on the loony side, and perhaps I am.  It is such a large area and takes your breath away when you walk in for the first time – the place is oozing with the Holy Spirit and energy; I receive an abundance of solace when I walk through the doors.

Day 204 – What a Word Can Do…

What a Word Can Do...

Day 204

A word of warning that I should have posted at the very beginning of this month:

December is hard for me.

I start mourning my father anew when December comes.

I worry about how we are going to pay the bills when December comes.

I worry how I can possibly put a Christmas together for my children when December comes.

I feel the weight of the world when December comes.

I look forward to when December leaves.

December is hard for me.

And with the difficulties December brings, I am over-sensitive, apt to moodiness and tears are always lurking.  Today at church, was no exception.  Our pastor has been discussing peace this holiday season and what holds us back from peace, what can give us peace and who we are letting destroy our peace.  Nice guilt inducing lectures if you are the one who has no peace in December.  I had to swallow some pride today and ASK (in tears) for free tickets to our Christmas production – yes, my church is actually charging people to attend the Christmas program – because I am having a hard time finding 2 nickles to rub together after paying the bills.  I also took umbrage at my pastor’s lecture designed to shame and belittle the person who used a PRAISE REPORT CARD and questioned the price tag on Christmas program and further,  had the pure GALL not to sign his/her name – then he went on to talk about forgiveness.  This little lecture occurred at three packed services and I know that someone was probably shamed for not daring to sign a name because of this very thing happening.

Ho. Ho. Ho.  January’s coming!

Day 201 – Expectation


Day 201

Being as Little Children by Raymond A. Foss

Wonder, amazement, at the littlest thing
marvels in all of creation, faith, attachment
in the sound of familiar voices,
Voices of mother, of father, drawing the
head, their eyes, tilting to the common timbre
the nurturing of their parents

Another parent, more loving, eternal
calls us too, to know us, and us them
to turn our beings, our gaze
our lives toward them, to
loving guidance, ageless lessons
distinguishing good from evil,
paths to follow, to avoid
lessons for life, best heard,
when we are open, humble
as little children

These lovely young ladies are watching the older girls dance and are awaiting their cue to go on stage.

I am running a couple of days late in posting; so darn busy!  I have right around 45 photos loaded into Ps for re-sizing and watermarks and maybe a couple of edits but this is all I am catching up with.  Tomorrow will come soon enough and I can post the other three that I will be owing to myself then.  Right now, I am aching to look at the backs of my eyelids.

Day 183 – Waiting to Dance

Waiting to Dance

Day 183

In Dance by Raymond A. Foss

They worshipped, praised the Lord,
sang with their movements, their bodies, their beings
In dance they prayed, sang with their feet
barefoot, on holy ground, they spun, and kneeled
their arms to the heavens, their hearts to God
In dance they sang for our creator
what a joyous sound they made

Today was first rehearsals for the Christmas production at my church, Riverside.  By production, I do not mean program – it is a huge production with dance, theater, lights, loud music, shiny, shiny scenery and The Story.  My daughter (the blurry one in the background) will be learning 3 lyrical dances – today’s dance was to Carol of the Bells, the Transiberian Orchestra style.  She will also be doing a Kite dance and one to Midnight Clear.  I am one of the “behind the scenes” crew but have volunteered to be a caroler.  I look so forward to the production each year; this is the first time I will not be a consumer but part of the product.  We are looking at 3 shows, possibly 4 if enough tickets are “purchased.”  Blessed be.

Day 143 – By Faith Alone

By Faith Alone

Day 143

Joy by Carl Sandburg

Let a joy keep you.
Reach out your hands
And take it when it runs by,
As the Apache dancer
Clutches his woman.
I have seen them
Live long and laugh loud,
Sent on singing, singing,
Smashed to the heart
Under the ribs
With a terrible love.
Joy always,
Joy everywhere–
Let joy kill you!
Keep away from the little deaths.

Day 80

Day 80 completes a weekend of an overabundance of photo ops.  Today’s choice is a selection of photos of Sam jumping at the church picnic.  It was a big day at Riverside today; we are celebrating 36 years, over 80 people were baptized in the river and we had the huge block party going.  What a gorgeous day for everyone to show up – it was standing room only in the auditorium and I can not even imagine how many people were in there; there are usually right around 500 in the second service – there was even a full row of seats occupied by an Amish family there to see their “jerked-over” children baptized.

I will be posting this weekend’s offerings all week because of the sheer volume of photos I was happy with.

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