Saturday, June 24, 2017
Wednesday, June 21, 2017
Spare me, by your mercy, sings Jochabed as she weaves the great basket for her tiny gift. Spare me Lord the suffering. Give me grace I pray. Let my child live through this awful day. Spare me Lord, By your grace for You are merciful and Kind. I can never know why your hand is heavy upon us, but spare and give my child a chance to live and serve you.Does the grave praise your power. Does the death declare your name. Does the distant sad Sheol give the glory we proclaim. We are here to love and serve you, even in a distant land. We are begging God, your holy love would stay the wicked hands. debt of love I owe. Dear Lord I give myself away, it's all that I can do” Bathing Egyptian women--- sounds of weeping women from the distance.
Let us read the letter from our great and high exalted one:
The women gathered at the river and they had a letter from the Pharoah that said. "My high exalted women, you who have won the privilege from the gods to be a part of the royal household, know that my grace and joy is to know that you are happy to be the ones who I trust to serve me. I will see the beauty and the glory of the things that you do and the joy that you accomplish the work. There are some sounds that are coming into your ears of wailing of the underlings. Unfavorable servants have had to be disposed of recently for our own reasons to maintain order and respect for our way of life and they are still in a grief. They have been told that they have one more day to control themselves and if they continue the loud sounds from their homes we will have to continue purging their people group, down to the last one, if need be. I ask your respectful patience and that you not allow their unreasonable sounds to darken your activities. We are doing all we can to keep your hearts lifted above the likes of the disparaging ones. Know that we are cleaning the kingdom and sometimes these things must be done. I expect your reasonable adherence to the rules of court and facial expression and emotional deportment. I wouldn't want any of you to be poisoned by the things you have heard and seen. My Pharoah daughter will keep me in contact with the behaviors and those who may have become dulled in spirit by the sounds and repercussions will be swift and thorough. I trust you understand my meaning. Your adored Pharoah!
Friday, June 9, 2017
Tuesday, March 28, 2017
Monday, March 6, 2017
So many questions flooded my mind, from fearful ones about lions and bears to more comforting ones about the animals that I could see. I had decided that, if there were fierce maneaters stalking me, they'd have shown themselves already and I went about entertaining myself with the views of the peaceful tranquility that surrounded me. Very soon, this felt as though it were my own home. Conversation seemed easy with small sparrows and whippoorwills, as though they could understand me. Perhaps they all did. All at once my eyes lighted upon a large and hidden nest of some sort.
The marshy area had a constant water sound and the chirps and wildlife sounds were interesting and calming. This silenced me, for some reason. Chattiness was drowning out the real subject of my exploration. A swift loud crunchy sound attracted my attention that there were some busy beavers, looked like 6 of them, working on some construction project in the farthest corner of my eyeshot. Certain that my talking was annoying to them, hushed me even further.
I, very carefully checked every step as I tried to get closer to that nest in the distance. It was about a stone's throw away, but one never knows if there are soft-spots or holes in the marshy area that I was in. Everything looked gray in the distance. As I came closer, I heard some very sharp bird sound that was alarming. I retreated immediately. The beauty of a happy Crane couple, staring at me in alarm, convinced me to do my investigating through my binoculars. Both birds came up swiftly and cawing profusely convinced me that it was time to pack it in.
I put out my fire and took a drew a swift sketch of the nest and ran back to camp.
Saturday, February 25, 2017
This morning mom was tired from hiking and her knees were aching a bit, so she decided to stay close to camp for the day and collect her thoughts. Shorty was going to pick us up in his plane the next day, so I was eager to set off for a last explore before we went back to the city. Mom said if you are not back here at 5 pm. I will call Shorty tonight and we may never, ever come back, Do you hear me? This was my first, but certainly wouldn't be my last lone explore. Mom and I synchronized watches and it was 6:05 am and I remember every single cloud that was in the sky. They were large, white and puffy and seemed to rejoice with me that I was going to be freely enjoying their entertainment for the next several hours. I knew how to mark my path, so that I would know my way back. The first tree marks that I made were entirely too close together. I was imagining getting very lost, some paces from the camp. I counted my every step and wrote the number on my markings, meticulously. At 7 I felt that I had gone as far as I wanted, for the day and made a campfire and sat on a rock at the side of the river with my binoculars. I took out my sketch pad and my pocket knife and my sling, just in case there were any threatening animals approaching.The morning dew was drying in the sun, but the shady places were still too wet to have an easy time setting my fire. I collected much dry brush as I could find, but it was quite a while before I got a real fire going. I am afraid that all of the wildlife that I was trying to sketch were scared away by my clumsy setting of a fire at that time of the morning. I set up my hook and reel and I was really hungry and hoping that I might catch a bite here and there before too long.
Sparrow's Spring nest
Mrs. Sparrow was very impressed with the 2 "ready made" nests hung outside our window. Mr. Sparrow hadn't even thought of them as "ready-made" nests. He used them for the provision of building materials for the private home that he had in mind in a surprise and hidden place. He doesn't like the openness, at all, of our porch. It's much too populated. When Mr. Sparrow gets it into his mind to give his sweet chicky a peck, he wants the freedom to do it without a bunch of younguns peeking over the nest to see what comes next.
Mrs. Sparrow was impressed that the porch was fully protected from hailstones. We all know what happened to a great many of last years' nests in that surprise hailstorm we had. Male birds seem to have a very short memory for storms. They have only one thing in mind in the nest building season... 03/09