Now we see through a glass darkly

Now we see through a glass darkly
Helen Keller and her mother exemplified in the Miracle Worker

Thursday, September 17, 2009

Give Mother Goose an inch?

These days it seems to be Mother Goose on guard, in my case. The last season it was Mother Robin who was checking on my emotional status, she is in charge of dispair and helpless times. Now it is Mother Goose who checks up on the aggression and antagonism season.
At least, it looked like she was there to check on me yesterday morning, dropping Elyse at her job. Selfless service, she attempts to cackle into my mind. Selfless service is one of my antidotes to contention. Why do you fuss so much? It doesn’t take all that, she says to me. Look, setting a good example is 50% of the process, at least. This morning, it was about food choices. You have a real cow when they take the longest distance between 2 points; as if humans were born with laws of physics in their hearts and minds. I hear you bantering that into your fledgelings: the shortest distance between two points is a straight line. I find that walking them through the straight lines is more efficient or effective in teaching others, than the cackling and worrying, which is what I see you doing.
Six geese were with her of the group, were down from the sky and traversing on the ground to check my countenance on the way to work. I am your claim handler on this mushmouth claim. Mother said. You are showing that frowny face again. Do I need to come into this car and peck you on the nose to show your face to your family? You human mothers are so funny, you think that, because your seasons are longer than ours for childrearing that you can get away with grumpiness. She covered her little one’s ears when she even said grumpiness to me. I don’t even let my children hear that word. My husband and I spell any mean words that we need to say. The season of rearing is too short to waste it in sour tones and sour tastes.
Her point was well taken.


Proverbs 17;27.He who has knowledge spares his words, And a man of understanding is of a calm spirit.
28.Even a fool is counted wise when he holds his peace; When he shuts his lips, he is considered perceptive

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For the Birds?

For the Birds?
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Sparrow's Spring nest

Mr. and Mrs. Sparrow were caught, by me yesterday, shopping together for a new home. They flitted and flirted, just outside my window. Talking and discussing and lovingly disagreeing, if not arguing the benefits and the pitfalls of living at our house.
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