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i do much less wondering if other people will like it, and just paint.
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Monthly Archives: November 2011
looking up
.
i see
this lifetime age,
years upon years,
made of days,
moments to prepare.
with Your stars,
i adorn my hair.
my heart is dressed
with the taste of death,
in this journey that goes
beyond the cosmos.
https://player.soundcloud.com/player.swf?url=http%3A%2F%2Fapi.soundcloud.com%2Ftracks%2F28028597&show_comments=true&auto_play=false&color=adb4f3 looking up by nance.mdr
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monday
.
I watched the light as it brought life and colour, and made it’s way into each moment.
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fellowship in relating
.
A comment from my Thursday post:
“When I taught
toddlers
in Sunday School,
I spent most
of my time
on my knees,
at their level.”
~by Glynn Young
Glynn also said …
“It’s true on two levels.
When parents brought their kids to the class, I would meet them at the door on my knees – toddler level. Shy or frightened children could more easily deal with an adult who was as tall as they were. And then all the teaching was down in a kneeling or sitting position. The only time I’d be standing would be for outside play.
The second level was for prayer about teaching them.”
* * * * * *
As for me…
When i read the comment, the thought about being on one’s knees and getting to the level of a child came through pretty strong. I speaks to me of a position, a mind set, and a way of heart in connection and relating with and in the Lord.
And when i really think of the way that we are lifted in fellowship and relationship with others, and just how much the Lord is with us in it, i am in awe.
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colour
.
There are no lines in nature, only areas of colour, one against another.
Edouard Manet
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a child
.
We worry about what a child will become tomorrow, yet we forget that he is someone today.
stacia taucher
parent teacher conferences
i roamed the halls with all the other parents, looking dazed and lost. finally i found each and every room and most teachers. we talked, well, mainly i listened. what i really wanted to do was just meet them. i wanted to learn a name and a face, and hear a voice. a voice that tells me about my daughter, things i pretty much already knew about her. there are surely many things about my daughter that neither the teacher nor i will ever know. but, i met all but two of the teachers and they met me.
things
.
gather
buy
move
around
here
there
take
fill
empty
wash
dry
put
hang
gather
give away
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line
.
this is the photo that i used for reference.
i started the pen at the top, under the chin. it is continuous line,
without looking at the pen or paper, and without lifting the pen.
from here and there
.
“One man loved the pilgrim soul in you, and loved the sorrows of your changing face.”
william butler yeates
nance marie . oregon . united states of america
clothes pegs
in the wind
.
i hang the damp
clean clothes on the line
drawn tight from house to garage
into a clothespin bag full of pins
my hand reaches and fingers
wrap around the the wooden
shape smooth all one piece
it slips over the shoulder of
a light blue cotton dress
and holds it to the coated wire
another pin captured from
between my lips
slips over the other shoulder
and the dress dances in the wind
like it did on me
last night
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mere christianity . by csLewis
.
The last chapter.
Throughout this book, Lewis has been pointing
to Christ Jesus from many perspectives. He has
taken us in a circle around Jesus while always
encouraging us to look at the center, Jesus, the
center of it all. He tells us that to live with Christ
is life within death, that we find ourself by simply
looking to Jesus, and that we are growing-up into
a child…a child that Loves God.
Sitting in the lap of the Lord.
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the strategy of change
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I need to do less reading online for my tired eyes.
Some of you may notice a drop in my total comments, especially on longer posts.
I am primarily on break from twitter until the end of the year.
I am also doing much less on FB.
It’s all a bit of a daily balancing act.
With less time online.
I have decided to do things that are easier on my eyes (and creative), such as painting and other works of art.
I like to journal and play here at “a little somethin’.”
I plan to continue to use this journal as my main sharing place.
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As people and things change around me, and as i continually change, adjustments are made. I can always make plans and strategize, and realize that even these plans must be readjusted along the way. And i can be aware and creative, keeping an open heart in the Love of God.
Our God that does not change, is with us in our changes.
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This post is linked as part of the One Word Carnival at the blog of Peter Pollock.
A LITTLE SOMETHIN' 