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Thursday, June 29, 2006

dry crackers

the best thing about dry crackers are the crumbs. I love that you can't eat crackers without crumbs. Most foods you can eat with no evidence of the crime but crackers . . . ha ha! Also, when eaten at work they provide really fun crunchy noises to distract your co-workers. So FUN!

And yes, as my title implies there are such things are wet crackers - those are the yummy loaded down with cheese, olives, meat, and spread kinds. Those are wonderful too, but not quite as versatile as the dry ones.

Cheers for crackers - the seemingly innocent snack

Tuesday, June 20, 2006

silence

I often wonder about silence. There are moments when I am actually silent. Glimpses of life when my mind actually contains no thoughts. Where I exist but only in some essential way. All else disappears and I feel the hot, dark space of my self.

In teaching health right now that is something that I feel like I'm getting to do in bits and pieces. Yesterday I read Romans 12 to my kids. That was Grandpa's passage. As I read it I saw it differently. Different parts jumped out at me. I realized that because of the events of my life I could better understand verses that before I had just breezed by. I wonder how much stuck out to my kids.

Sometimes thoughts seem so real to me that I can feel them slide through my mind the way that muds squishes between my fingers. I can close my eyes and I am in a different place. All is dark except for the idea. And when there are no ideas, then all is just dark. It's a place without words. Only concepts exist. That's the part of my head where I can see math happen, where I can figure out the shapes of things. It's a very quiet part, but it's not quiet silence.

Silence is different. Silence is a companionable aloneness. I am silent with company. There are instances in my life where things happen and all I can feel in my head is silence. Places where I really have no idea how to go on. I wonder about those instances. Life inevitably does go on, but the silence is there still, waiting to be revisited, enjoyed, accompanied, and eventually sprung into the life of idea.

Wednesday, June 14, 2006

In other news . ..

Well, back to the ol' grinding stone again. Whittier Christian called me yesterday and offered me a job teaching summer school this summer ... starting on Monday! I said yes. So I will have two jobs again, but I'm excited about it. I get to teach Health for the first three weeks and Speech for the second three weeks. Those just sound like really fun classes to teach! Prayer would also be appreciated for that. ::grin!::

Prayer Retreat!

Well, the church prayer retreat is coming up soon, and I'm excited. A lot of my friends are going on it . . . and only a few of them actually go to my church. My cool friends are all coming. Monica is coming, Cyndi is coming, and Kathleen and Tara are coming. Wanna hear the funny part? Kathleen and Tara aren't Christians and I only met Tara last night. (She's Kathleen's friend). I think that Kathleen and Tara are going to have an awesome time! It'll be so cool to have them there. I'm really excited to share this part of my life with them! I think that they'll have a blast. If you feel like praying and asking God to give them a blast, feel free. =D

much love to all of you!

Monday, June 05, 2006

Questions of Today

1. Why don't we floss with thread? Why do we spend more on dental floss?
2. Do termites eat through wood in a certain pattern? If so, is that pattern more conducive to the decomposing of the wood? If they were to, say, eat only in straight lines, would that weaken the wood more? Or is what they do now more destructive?

These are my deep ponderings for today.

Sunday, June 04, 2006

New Author: Joseph Lowrey Fendrich, Jr.

So I am reading this book of his written back in 1929, and I really like it so far. So I went to see what else of his is out there- apparently all of it is out of print. But here is what I could find that he wrote:

Rediscovery of Christ (ordered it from Amazon)
Science Discovers God (ordered it from Amazon)
So This Is Religion (didn't order it because it cost $399.99)
What the Blind Man Saw (1927) (didn't order it because I don't have $40 to spare after ordering the first two)

The below are not available online, they just merely existed at one time (and I want them)
Mental Hygiene (January 1, 1941)
Creative Thinking (1941)
Remake Your World (1943)
How to Collect Life's Dividends (January 1, 1948)
Change Your Life (1942)

and an article published in New Thought in the winter edition of 1945 on page 14 entitled, "Power of Spiritual Minorities."

The book of his that I am reading now is not even mentioned on the internet, and it is called "Half Baked Ideas" and I really like it so far. He was very plain speaking and well-thought-out. I wonder what became of him?

a moment like this

There's always that odd little moment between one stage and the next - like the pause when the swimmer comes up for air or when a figure skater leaps and the world leans in to see if she will land it. In moments like that, and this, in the midst of the breathing and jumping, the acter always feels a sense of, "what am I supposed to do with myself?" Like the first time one gives a speech, "where do I put my hands?" Or the first date, "where do I put my hands?" (As in, do I hold hands or grasp them behind my back as I stroll along?)Like on a tight-rope or a good down-hill on a bike, there is the instant when one realizes that this is indeed what is going on. Do you look down? Do you pause? Or do you just let the world continue to happen?

Have you ever looked into a tide pool, with all of its brilliant colors and seen that one bright star fish or hideously ugly sea cucumber (mmmm, cucumber) and known that that is what makes the difference between a splendid scene and a merely pretty one? Is the star fish aware of it's place in the tableau? Or that there is a tableau?

Probably not.

Let us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky,
Like a puff of dandylion about to explode at the extreme pressure put on it from horribly strong winds,
And climb the stair,
with my short hair,
while they whisper of Michelangelo.
I grow old . . . I grow old . . .
I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled
so that I don't get sand on them while I'm at the beach.
We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
billowed, willowed, and green
looking for futures yet unseen
Until human voices awake us, and we drone.

I have that delicious feeling of knowing that i don't have to awake before the dawn, which is lovely because I am not in the least bit tired yet, although I do have to go to the dreaded work tomorrow, but ONLY TO ONE JOB!!! Praise be!

Maybe I am getting old. I yearn for simplicity. Just like I want to have a skinny body so that there are no extra parts to get in the way, I dream of having a skinny life. Nothing to drag me down when I'm energetic and want to run and nothing to drag me down when I'm tired and want to float on the surface of the waves. Just simple.

Instead of going on diets myself I put my belongings on diets. I think that it is very good for them. If every few months I go through my things and skim off anything that I really don't need, or that actually isn't that good for me, then when I die I will only pass on treasures to my posterity and not crap. I put my books on a diet this weekend. I detest having things that aren't useful and part of what makes a thing not useful is when I have so many things that I will never be able to use them all.

I really have been going to too many funerals this spring. I kills me to look at these adults my parents' age who are so bogged down by their late parents' possessions that they can't even begin to sort out what to keep and what to get rid of and where do you throw that away at anyways? Or do you put it on ebay? And oh wouldn't mother just cry if she knew that I wasn't keeping this? gack. far too much. Talk about curses of sin falling on the fourth generation. Or what did you think possessions are?

The saddest time for me this Spring was when after all those funerals I thought that my hermit crab had died. But she didn't; she just molted. So I felt better then. But I still sort of want to get rid of her before she actually does die. Does anyone want two hermit crabs?

There was also the moment when I realized that Josh has inadvertantly deleted all of my work from my bachelor's when he switched my computer. He thought that I transferred it to my new one, and I thought that he was going to do it. I had only transferred my student's grades and my Master's work. So then I cried. And then I felt a lot lighter. The next day I threw away most of my notes from my bachelor's too, and I felt lighter still.

Two years ago today I was going to bed on a mattress located on the floor of a bare room with white walls. That is where I slept the night before I got married. All of my things were cleaned out and actually, I liked that room a lot more that way than when it had been full of all of my things. There is a lot to be said for the beauty of empty space and sunlight on the wooden floor. Dappled light peeking through the blinds and the armour with its doors flung open - as if shrugging at its emptiness, saying, "isn't that what it all comes down to anyways?" If you were made to carry things and store things your whole life, and then for a night you were empty, wouldn't that be the most relaxing night?

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