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, February 28, 2013

Dear new baby Gracie!

I am so very sorry not to have been able to attend your birth celebration. We have been waiting these 9 long months for you to be born. It is a delight and a treasure that you were sent at the very time that you were and we are counting it a "grace upon grace" for you to come to be a part of our family. Your mother and father are obviously aware of the grace of you or they would not have named you that name. Isn't God good? AMEN! I write, hanging precariously off the precipice of a great cliff. It is not a danger, really. It just feels like it is and looks like it is, most of the times. You see, I was diving for a volleyball in the second hit of a rally of the game and leapt long and far. I felt myself flying in falling, or falling and flying, whatever the case may be. Anyway, I was somewhere in midair, when an angel caught me in his teeth, by the foot. He continued flying and I am very grateful that the skin on my feet are so tough, or who knows where I would be. I am also grateful that the teeth on the angel were so strong and that he was not fastidious enough to be grossed out to catch me by the foot. We flew together long and far, the angel knowing where he was going and keeping me from tumbling to my physical and spiritual demise and I, flying by the skin of the alligator feet that I have been blessed with, that served me well, especially in this circumstance. When we got to where we were going, the angel tried to dislodge my feet, only to find out that they had become enmeshed together. Now, I really don't know where his teeth begin and my hard skin feet start. My feet are somewhat as tough as teethskin, by the way, so it is not very hard for this to have happened. The angel knows that if he detangles my feet, I will start careening into oblivion again, so he stands at the cliff and guards my soul from falling. I wish that I could be there to see your sweet and delightful baby face, today, but I can't. Wish me well, in my excursions hanging by the foot and I will wish you well in your endeavors in life with my sister as a grandma and dear Netty as your mother. I love you, Aunt Jayne
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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