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home . . . there was once a home here roses tended bed of rest a place to hide the nakedness the tender skin and delicate seasons of Love . . . . . . . 6.12.201215
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Category Archives: life
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Let your gentleness be evident to all. The Lord is near.
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The days, they pass, so very fast. It all begins to seem like a dream.
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TOGETHER
Not your simple pasta.
White flour, semolina, eggs, water, olive oil
basil, pine nuts, garlic, parmigiano reggiano cheese.
Grapes grown by many, wine made by many,
sold to many, to be able to buy the beautiful ingredients
Ingredients from people in other places,
brought to us by a combination of people in other places.
All of those people were a part of the preparation of our supper.
THE WORD
Searching my mind for the perfect word that for a whole year i could hold dear. It does not come, not just one, but, many. More words than i have ever thought of before. Which one is my 2012 word? I will go into the new year once more with no word. A conclusion of a substitution of words not a one will have to do. An abounding overflow of letters and sounds will be my cup of tea. The words that come, through me to flow, will speak to my heart soft and low.
ONE LIFE
living
one moment
one breath
one heart beat at a time
many small things
one word
look
thought
each one
one wink
embrace
touch
gifts
one turn
one twist
one step at a time
in Love
time travel
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we sat at a bar together sharing a bite
then joined others in a great room to hear
what a composer once imagined and wrote onto paper
notes were read and counted then released from tight strings
and instrumental things
the sound rounded curves and exploded into the space
and then left us to travel a different road in time and place
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Sunday night at the Oregon symphony
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Sergei Prokofiev
Sinfonia concertante for Cello and Orchestra, Opus 125
Alban Gerhardt, cello [he was really good]
✂ intermission
Antonin Dvorak
Symphony No. 9 in E minor, Opus 95, [old No.5] “From the New World”
They did a whole lot of fiddling around ☺
we received a parking ticket $
and it was a good night out ✔
Have a good monday, dear friends.
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Hi friends.
It has been quite a week.
The grape harvest/crush is slowly drawing to a close. And yesterday we had a tasting, pre-thanksgiving, and free to those who bring the latest mailer from us. Next weekend will be the thanksgiving tasting time for the Oregon wineries. It is usually well attended and some are people that are visiting for the first time in our wine valley and are fairly new to wine tasting.
Casey had her oral surgery on Thursday and stayed home from school on Friday. Today she is just starting to feel a little better. Yesterday, and the day before, her whole body was painful to the touch for some reason. Who knows what goes on with taking these medications and all. It just drives me nuts when either of my daughters are not feeling well. It is the one place where worry can get hold of me very easily.
My painting has taken a back seat for several days, but, it has been on my mind. The need to start the wall paintings/mural work at the school has also been on my mind.
There was frost on the ground this morning. The days hold little warmth any more. The sun is low in the sky and hides behind rain clouds more often.
Time to put up some twinkly lights.
Love,
nance
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
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gather
buy
move
around
here
there
take
fill
empty
wash
dry
put
hang
gather
give away
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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.
Love More?
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How do we Love more? Do we need more Love? Where can we get more of this thing called Love? Does Love come from our own making? Is it assembled in a factory and shipped in airtight containers? Can we buy it from the local market, or is it sold at a special shop? Does someone grow it? Where does Love come from?
where we hang our hat
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Our evening meal has orange and red tomatoes, green basil, and golden beets.
A very colourful feast for the eyes as well as the palate.
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merlot and pie
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Harvest has started. Peter drove Big Blue, our truck, down the Columbia River Gorge yesterday, spent the night with some friends and then headed for the vineyard in eastern Washington in the early morning, to be there in time to be there for the grape picking of the Merlot. The vineyard is just north a way from the river, but it’s pretty far out to the east. This Merlot is usually the first vineyard to ripen, of the vineyards that we get grapes from. The plants got frozen over the winter so it is a small crop. But, it’s a crop, and it it looks lovely. So, for anyone that likes Merlot, all is looking good.
We continue to get on and off rain. As a matter of fact, it’s raining right now. Though, the forecast, as it stands this afternoon, is looking pretty good for Friday through Wednesday.
Had a few more peaches from the farmer’s market from last week. So i just made a peach pie. As i have only made apple or berry pies in the past, this is my first peach pie. I usually can’t bear to put good peaches into a pie. Just out of the oven to cool. I will let you know later if it was worth using the peaches or not.
sunday
.I attended the church service of the Quaker Friends this morning. There were some lovely songs to sing that i was not familiar with, but the words were put up on a screen. After the quiet time, there was a guest speaker. He was once a Presbyterian minister in another part of the country. He and his wife had moved to Newberg and started to attend the Friend’s church, and then found out that his dad’s grandmother had been a Quaker and that she was a Sunday school teacher to Herbert Hoover, and later visited Herbert at the White House. He said that knowing that his grandmother was a Quaker in the same place made him feel like he belonged where he was.
I understand him. I understand how people like to see how they are connected before they can feel like they are a part of something. But, i am not a Quaker. I could have easily taken his words and felt like i did not belong there. The thing is, that in many ways, i don’t belong there. Not as a Quaker. I belong there because it is a gathering of people that believe in Christ Jesus as the son of God, and i am a believer in that way. I belong Spiritually.
It once bothered me that it was the only way that i would ever belong to any of the churches on earth. I kept thinking that there had to be a way to belong beyond the way that i already do. To take up one denomination and really want to belong to that one denomination. But, after a few years, i am realizing that i don’t. I really really don’t want to become a member of any one denomination. I want to be first, and only, a member of the body of Christ. And that does not require me to sign any paper. It requires my life and my heart.
So today, when i heard the speaker feeling so at home in the Quaker church, as a Quaker, it was okay. I realize that this is how it is. One way or another, people need feel that they belong.
No matter where i go, i know that i belong to Christ and to His body. I belong to God. Even though i may not feel like i belong to any group on this earth, i know that i belong completely to the one who created me.
A LITTLE SOMETHIN' 