Showing posts with label wisdom. Show all posts
Showing posts with label wisdom. Show all posts

Friday, June 19, 2026

Happy Juneteenth! I'm sorry I'm late.

Less than 10 years ago I first heard of Juneteenth and have been trying to learn more about it since.  Because I feel such a huge gap in my education, I can identify with this guy.

Yes, fact checkers have found this guy in Ohio, who told them,

"I hope it lets people know that it's OK

to change your opinion

when you're presented with new evidence

that clearly shows you were wrong.”


Today a Facebook friend posted these lines - and gave me permission to share.  Thank you, Ryan DjRhino Flemming. 

On this day in 1865, Union General Gordon Granger arrived in Galveston, Texas, and read General Order No. 3, announcing and enforcing the freedom of enslaved people in Texas.
While President Abraham Lincoln had issued the Emancipation Proclamation more than two years earlier on January 1, 1863, its enforcement depended upon the presence of Union troops. As Union forces advanced into formerly Confederate territory, freedom was not only proclaimed—it was secured. For many enslaved people in Texas, that moment finally arrived on June 19, 1865.
For those who had lived under the bondage of slavery, this was a day of profound joy and significance. In the years that followed, they commemorated the occasion as “Juneteenth,” and over time that celebration spread throughout the nation.
Nearly every major movement has a defining moment that comes to symbolize the larger story. Juneteenth has become such a moment in the story of slavery’s end in the United States. It represents the day when the promise that all people are created equal moved closer to becoming a reality for all Americans.
We remember Juneteenth not to celebrate the fact that slavery once existed in our nation, but to celebrate that it was brought to an end. We honor those who endured its cruelty, those who fought against it, and those who sacrificed to secure freedom for others. We also celebrate the truth that every person is created in the image of God and is therefore worthy of dignity, justice, and respect.
Happy Juneteenth!

 

Monday, January 1, 2024

New beginnings

New day

New week

New month

New year


New notebook

New calendar

New ideas and dreams

Fresh perspective - I hope


…


Call me weird - or just retired, but I do love Monday mornings.

A new day and a new week always feel like a fresh start.

So you can imagine my delight when I was able to add a couple lines to my journal this morning!  New week, new month, and new year all on the same day!


… 


But still old things wait for me to finish them…

Or to let them go…

And so I wish for wisdom to know which things deserve which kinds of action.

Which I guess boils down to which things deserve space in my life.

May I pay attention for that wisdom and fresh perspective.


January 2024

Saturday, July 4, 2020

Somber day, somber year

Feels like a somber 4th this year.
Feels like a somber year.
So unusual
Weird
Surreal

No friends gathering in the back yard tonight to view the fireworks...
Because …  no fireworks show this year
No gathering with family for months now
No snuggling with grandkids…

...

I’ve always been grateful to be an American.
I used to be proud…
But this year, I am humbled and sad.
I am embarrassed about how little I really knew about the history of my country.

And so this Fourth of July finds me more serious.
  • Somber
  • Quieter - well, except for fireworks exploding every night for weeks now!
  • More thoughtful
  • More intentional
  • Choosing to listen to voices that I have not bothered to hear before
  • Choosing to listen and learn
  • Noticing how I have benefited from racism
  • Processing how to handle my privilege

...

Speaking of privilege... 
Takes me back to my years in church leadership.
I used to preach sermons about a proper attitude about our blessings.
I used to sign my letters with the closing, "Blessed to be a blessing"
Because I really believed that I was...  blessed SO THAT I could be a blessing.
And I still believe that.  
I still want to use my blessings to bless other people.
That's the kind of person I want to be.

"With great blessing
comes great responsibility..."

But there was so much I did not realize.
It had not occurred to me that some of my blessings and some of my privilege came at such an unfair cost to others.  Well, maybe I knew parts of it.  Bits and pieces.  But maybe I had not yet taken time to get quiet and somber enough to sit under the truth that so many of our systems are cruel and unjust.  
Methinks this processing will be a LONG journey.  
But I have started.

…

On this day commemorating freedom and independence, I am embarking on a quest to learn how to stand for freedom for those Americans whose skin is darker than mine.  
I have much to learn.
I wish I had known better sooner.
I wish I were farther along.

But I am where I am.
And I can only start where I am.
Now I choose to know better. 
... so that I can do better.



Thursday, January 16, 2020

Kids these days!

When I hear adults argue about whether or not climate change even exists or whether humans have any responsibility...  I am astounded.  

Kinda' reminds me of youngsters bickering...
"I didn't do it."
"He started it."
"It's not my fault."
Bah. 


When I read about a young lady who has inspired thousands of young people by her example to care about the planet, I am also astounded... by their maturity and their passion and their sense of responsibility.  

They kinda' remind me of adults actually adulting, taking responsibility and making tough decisions for the long-term good of the planet...  
What a concept.


Photo credit:  Bob Sims at SimsShots Photography

Tuesday, December 17, 2019

The gift of un-busy


"Slow down.
Clear your calendar.
Take time to breathe deeply
and enjoy the season."
A few years ago I worked hard to get to a place of un-busy.  Sure enough, I very much enjoyed the feeling of simplicity.  I asked myself about that the other day - how I did it and why I let it slip away.

Oh, yah, it was because we were out there living on the road…
  • Away from our world and our peeps
  • Away from our roots.
  • Away from friends and family
  • Away from any kind of social life
  • Away from time commitments

It was nice to not be so busy.  
To not always be scurrying or feeling behind
But it wasn’t perfect.
I missed my peeps, those little grands, our kids, and dear friends.
I missed having at least a bit of a social life.

So here we are a couple years later and we’ve again put down roots. Even though we knew hardly anyone when we moved here, we found ourselves surrounded by wonderful people who soon became friends.  Options and opportunities abound in this place so I just had to try everything.  

Until I couldn’t.
Until I remembered that I can’t do it all.
That I might have to re-teach myself how to pick and choose only the best.  I had to admit that my old tendency to over-commit had returned with a vengeance.  I needed to step back and make some changes.

For three months now I have been intentionally finding my way back toward un-busy.  Not there yet, but I am beginning to breathe easier.

This would be the perfect spot for my magical list of three easy steps to find un-busy.  Sorry; I haven’t found time to come up with a neat list all tied up with a bow.  I’m still in the trenches on this - reminding myself to notice how I’m doing and to ask the hard questions about my choices.  I’m still finding my way back to sanity.  I choose to give myself the gift of un-busy again.  To live at a healthy pace.

Maybe next month I can come up with a handy-dandy list.  
Or maybe not.

Tuesday, July 9, 2019

I can choose my focus


Sad, discouraged, maybe even scared
What is happening?
Harsh words… 
Mean words 
Disrespect 
Friends sounding like enemies
Brings me down
Gotta’ find a different focus

...

Enter Maya Angelou.

I’ve had so many rainbows in my clouds.
I had a lot of clouds… 
but I have had so many rainbows.

When I step up on stage…
… or teach a class
… or produce a movie...

I bring everyone who has ever been kind to me with me…

I say “Come with me…  I need ya’ ”

So I don’t ever feel that I have no help.

…

And the thing to do…  
... is to prepare yourself so that you can be a rainbow…
Be a blessing to somebody.
That’s what I think.

…

Thank you, dear lady, for a fresh focus.

Sunday, June 30, 2019

The man


Lee Wellington D'Arcy,
born June 30, 1919

Farmer
Single dad
Loyal friend
Preacher boy
Faithful husband
Patient father
Good steward
School board chairman
Stockyard worker
Builder of Marlette Homes
Loving grandpa
Real estate agent
Wordsmith and prolific writer of letters

Sunday School Superintendent for decades - who did everything in his power to make people feel loved and welcome

Gentle
Humble
Cautious
Deliberate
Intentional
Resourceful

He had big feet - size 13.
He could sleep almost anywhere.

Sang bass in more than one quartet
Played the guitar
Loved the music of George Beverly Shea, Tennessee Ernie Ford, Johnny Cash, Laurence Welk, Buck Owens and Roy Clark…

Tuesday, April 2, 2019

No need to pray


She asked for prayer because her roof was leaking.
She didn’t have the $700 to repair it.

Church leader promises to put it on the prayer list.

Young man stands to say: 
I don’t think we need to pray about that.
I think we can put that much together right now in this room.

And we did.

Monday, April 1, 2019

Seriously...?

April Fools Day... 
the day when you find yourself thinking 
"This can't be true: 
they can't really believe that."

Wait; that is pretty much a normal day on Facebook.
Either way, it's a good day to sit back
and take a deep breath before responding
lest you make a fool of yourself.

...

First composed in 2013

Friday, March 22, 2019

World Poetry Day


Sometimes I show up late.

I was late to appreciate Michael Jackson and his incredible talent. 
Oh, I knew he was good but I didn't know how good.
I was also late to get to know Prince and his music.
… and other musicians.
… and writers.
I was late getting acquainted with Maya Angelou and her writings - but now I am getting started.

And Mary Oliver...
I had noticed things that people had written about her through the years.  Mostly things that they were quoting of hers.

I think the first was that mighty inspiring question:
What is it you plan to do
with your wild and precious life?
And then this winter she died - and I began to discover more of her words.
Late again, but not too late to start.

I came late to poetry and poets...
I had never really spent time with poetry, but I have begun - thanks to my new friend, Sarah*.  I didn't know how cool poetry could be.  I want to learn more.

I have even dared to wonder if maybe I could write a bit of poetry.  I might like to dabble - whatever that means.
My new friend encourages me to try.
But I’m so late to the game.
I have much to learn.

And the learning is such fun.
A whole new world for me.
And so I read and study and learn and enjoy.


Poetry is when
an emotion has found its thought
and the thought has found words.
- Robert Frost


I just discovered that today is World Poetry Day.
That made me happy.
Like an official day.  Worldwide.  How cool.
But nope; it was really yesterday.
Late again.
Oh, well.

...

How about you?
Would you like to learn to write poetry?
My friend, Sarah, is teaching an online course this spring, Introduction to the Prose Poem.  She is a really good writing teacher, drawing out things to write that I didn't know were in there.


Monday, January 28, 2019

On this date: Facebook memories

It’s probably not the first time you’ve heard me say that I do love Facebook memories.  I enjoy the reminders of what has happened on this date, silly or profound thoughts I was thinking as well as cool tidbits that I've come across.

Today is no exception.  In fact, I guess today is a special Facebook day for me - because it was 11 years ago today that I joined Facebook.  They even produced a cute little video just for me.  Makes me feel so important and valued.  Hee-hee!

So maybe it’s a good time to enjoy the memories I’ve posted on this day during those 11 years.  

...

2011
Setting: My baby girl was in Cairo - living just 6 blocks from Tahrir Square which was kinda’ the epicenter where the Arab Spring began - that very week.  Yikes!  

Some of my posts that day remind me of the tension we were all feeling about what was happening there - especially since the usual communication routes were totally unpredictable.
…
Sometimes you just have to trust and choose not to worry.
 ...even when one of your kids
is in the middle of one of the world's hot spots...
It's very weird to sit in my living room
watching world news footage from Cairo
and know that my daughter is sitting in her living room
so close to the action that she can hear the chaos
and smell the tear gas from her window. 
And not be able to contact her because the internet
has been shut down in the entire country.

...

2014
"A little kingdom I possess,
where thoughts and feelings dwell;
And very hard the task I find of governing it well."
– Louisa May Alcott

…

2015 - living on Dauphin Island, Alabama
Sting rays, 
bonnet-head shark, 
baby alligators,
soft-shelled turtles, 
horseshoe crabs...
We got to see them all - and touch some of them!
What a great little aquarium at Sea Lab
right here across the street.
Wonderful exhibits.
Friendly docents.
Very, very educational.

...

2016 - living in the Dominican Republic
Missing the grandkids today...  *sniff*
...

Bob posted on my wall:   

Here's to intestinal fortitude. 

We are eating street food regularly.

It's a lot cheaper than restaurant food. 


(30 pesos for an empanada - which is 65 cents)

Remember how we would buy like four at a time and then have them for the next day or two? 
What was the combo one that we liked for breakfast? 
Was it chicken and cheese?



An evening stroll along the beach...




















2017
“Writing in a diary is a really strange experience
for someone like me. 
Not only because I’ve never written anything before,
but also because it seems to me that later on
neither I nor anyone else will be interested
in the musings of a thirteen-year old school girl.
Oh well, it doesn’t matter. I feel like writing.”
—Anne Frank, June 20, 1942

...


2018
"Sometimes I cry on the way to the set... Still. 
There is something that happens when you are grateful: 
You continue to keep receiving blessings.
So I will always be grateful." 
- Chrissy Metz, a.k.a. Kate on This Is Us

...

So there they are, the memories and photos from this date along with some note-worthy quotes from wise people.
I am inspired to:
- Be grateful
- Keep writing
- Govern myself well

Thursday, September 20, 2018

On this day, snippets of life

Yep, I really like FB memories - not only because they remind me of places we’ve been and people we’ve seen, but also of thoughts that we have pondered.  Things that have entertained me, things that have upset me and things that have motivated me.

This date, September 20, has provided a variety of some such people, places, events and thoughts through the years.  

The thoughts expressed here are not necessarily my own but obviously have gotten my attention through the years and have caused me to ponder - and hopefully to become a wiser person for the effort.

Here we go...
... on this day


2009

I am thoroughly enjoying the last day of summer. Mmmm......... Everything is beautiful.


2012

Thankful Thursday:
I am feeling thankful that I got to see my grandkids today for a bit.
AND I get to see ALL THREE daughters this weekend!!!



2013
If I had a year…
Anne Lamott:  Someone asked me the other day how my life would change if I only had two weeks to live. I said I would definitely eat a lot more creme brûlée, and not floss at all. But I don't think it's the right question.

The better question is, What would you change about your life if you had a year or so to live? Of course you would have to floss, or you would become repellant with your oyster-y breath; and you'd probably have to limit yourself to one creme brûlée (or two) a day. But would you write? Would you exercise? 

I would not write for publication, that's for sure. Stitches, the handbook on meaning, hope, repair, will be my 15th book. It's a little unseemly to keep cranking them out. It's unnecessary for me to keep publishing. Besides, I always say the same things: you are loved and chosen, a unique, lovely, wild and slightly screwed up creation. Try to get a little writing done every day--it will help you know and forgive yourself, which is why we are here. Earth is forgiveness school. 
...
And yes, I would still exercise. I'd walk the dogs and take myself on a hike in the hills, in the woods and around town, because that is where I most directly experience the divine, in the glories of nature, in breezes, breath and birdsong. I'm amazed on every single walk. Maybe that makes me a simpleton, but Simpletonian principles would be the way I'd want to live my last year.
...
So if you want to have happy, loving feelings, do loving things. That's the secret of life, whether you are at all Jesusy or not. Be of service. Get people water. Clean up the litter on your block, even though there will be more tomorrow. 
...
So that's how I would live, starting right now, if this were Day One; which it is.


2015
Referring to view from our bedroom window - just below the chimney



What an awesome view. The SS Badger is heading out across Lake Michigan past a row of four sailboats as a speed boat zips past all of them. There are several fishing boats spread across the horizon as well.






Photo cred:  Bob Sims at SimsShotsPhotography.zenfolio.com



The storms have passed and left us with gorgeous weather around the dunes and the lighthouse. Our 2-week tour of duty is about half done.









2016

Bob Goff:  Don't let being "right" talk you out of being kind.


…
Ian North:  What degree of racist violence will break our national blindness, bring us to grief, and compel us to acknowledge that black lives matter? 


2017

Winnie-the-pooh:  How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.

…

Rich Mullins has been gone 20 years but his words live on:  If I want to identify fully with J.C…. the best way I can do that is to identify w/ the poor. This will go against the teaching of a lot of the popular Evangelical preachers, but they’re just wrong. They’re not bad; they’re just wrong.

Christianity is not about building an absolutely secure little niche in the world where you can life with your perfect little wife and your perfect little children in your beautiful little house where you have no gays or minority groups anywhere near you.
Christianity is about learning to love like Jesus loved. 
And Jesus loved the poor and the broken.

...


And there we have it.  
A day's worth of wisdom from some of my favorite modern-day prophets.
And some lovely scenery and fun memories, too.