contentment grows like an oak tree
happiness is like blowing bubbles
joy settles-in like fog before sun rise
love is like and old dog at your feet
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Author Archives: nancy marie davis
what we do
Have you ever noticed how many things we gather and herd? Things jump into our hands and end up arranged into our world until we are surrounded by mountains and plains of things. Stuff that becomes our companion, distraction, and attic, basement, garage and spare room filler. It’s like there are little stuff magnets in our fingertips. We juggle things, move things, lug, dust, store, and….gather more things. Sometimes we go through and figure out who to give some to, or where to take some of it. We end up putting some on the curb and attaching a “free” sign. Even the things that deserve to be thrown away are gathered at the goodwill for another person’s magnet-fingers to find. And in the spring and fall, the dreaded “yard sale” signs go up…and we slow down the car to get a better look…
photo from flicker
relating
my words or actions toward someone are words or actions to Jesus, to God. this thought came to me clearly today while i was driving to the market to buy some vegetables. and i think that it is time for me to seriously consider this thought of words and actions. there is “something that goes on” in “relating” with other people that i don’t know about, but, i have a glimmer of an idea of what it is.
poet friend
Today i want to point you to a very good poem that has been posted by my friend, Glynn Young. I would be very pleased if you would click on over and read it. This poem is from a series that Glynn has been writing with the theme of growing-up in the South. I had asked him if he would write some poems from this time, and he has not only been kind enough to do it, he has also written them wonderfully. It is already a lovely collection of poems and i hope that there are more to come.
now
i have been thinking
that thinking
too much
about just
one thing
or
thinking
too much
about anything
that is not
now
is just
what we do
but God
teaches us
to
do
and be
with Him
now
to listen
now
and
i think
that
man made labels
are
in fact
man made
and
do not,
i repeat,
do not…
ever
tell anyone
who you really are
photo by leo reynolds via flickr
doing
For awhile now, i have felt a need to make a list of things that i would like to work on.
Just to anchor them in one place.
And then choose something…one thing.
And do it.
otr 1
it was
July 2, 3, and 4
three days of driving
two hotel stays
from the middle of indiana
to newberg oregon
2260 miles
hot
windy
fields of
corn
soybeans
wheat
pit stops
subway
mcdonalds
gas stations
rest areas
beautiful sunsets
smoke from large fires
trees
angus grazing
one small living antelope
several dead deer
sagebrush
red bolders
plateaus
rolling hills
large mountains
watered valleys
desert land
cities from afar
a great salt lake
rivers small
large
dry and
flowing
trucks
cars
motorcycles
motorhomes
police
and
npr on the radio
when i could get it
three days
oh beautiful
golden grain
against
spacious blue skies
dusty purple mountains
rising
above the trees
red clay rock
sand
shining seas
desert
forest
island and bay
His life shed for thee
to give His world
Grace
Journey
indiana
illinois
iowa
nebraska
corn
soy beans
highways
paper maps
with lines
and creases
going the wrong way
there is no folding
no holding on
no one
truly belongs
on this chartered land
ripe with souls
going their own way
On the road
Heading west
With peach butter
To slather onto
Biscuits
Warm from
The oven
And your
Love
Prayers
Warming
My heart
Beating with
The rhythm
Of the Midwest
Roads
I think of you
Where you are
Saturday Indiana
Visiting faces
Visiting eyes
Listening ears
Patient minds
Sharing hearts
Pondering
Questions
Decisions
Lightning
Thunder
Rain
Blue sky
And birds
Thirsty fields of corn
Soy beans green
Dirty laundry
Carbondale
I drove many hours yesterday, from Tulsa to southern Illinois. I decided to pull into Carbondale. That’s where I lived while I got my degree in graphic art. I lived in Neely tower, on seventh heaven. Anyway, it was late, CJ was asleep, and as I drove into town it was sad at first. The place has changed a lot since 1975. I think I kept the place in a time bubble in my head. It reinforced the idea that it’s good to have memories, as well, dreams, but our life is best lived in the present.
We are aiming in the general direction of Zionsville, Indiana today. The hot weather in the 100’s has been following us since Wyoming. Back home in Newberg it has been in the 60’s and now in the 70’s.
I’m way behind on what’s going on in the world at large, but I’m pretty up on highways, exits, and the change of landscape across America.
Love
Day… what day is this?
do you ever feel like you’re running out of time ?
that’s now how i’m feeling.
so many hopeful destinations
and cj doesn’t want to spend all summer in the car.
tomorrow we leave tulsa
and i plan on heading toward indiana
to see how it goes there.
i also want to get off the interstate
and travel some regular highways and
byways, now that there are a few more towns and roads.
Day 6
Going with the flow. Not too much traffic on I-80 in Nebraska. Headed to see a friend of Casey’s near Tulsa. Ok…okay. The flat open apace makes me feel a lonesome heartache. I don’t know why, it feels like I’m in love with something untouchable. The waves of golden wheat against a blue sky…schew. Love nance
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