Now we see through a glass darkly

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

Wednesday, August 26, 2015

yesterday we saw

a cloud turtle, followed by a snail... It was right over the giant's left shoulder.
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Monday, August 24, 2015

This trip to the University had more in store than goodbyes to the babygirl.

To boil the sights and sounds down... to the south was the trumpeter angel, who seemed perturbed about something. Before he flew in, there was a telescope south and a microscope and friends holding them to the west. I am meditating on the fact that God would lend us friendships with one another in these days and purpose and hope to a generation so undeserving.

"definitely the peephole lies somewhere between undeserved and inconsequential"

It was Helen, up to her usual antics showing how talking and hearing people can miss the signposts toward eternity for their busy-ness...
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Thursday, August 13, 2015

When I looked up

in the sky for the Perseid shower, I saw clouds... I saw a fish shaped cloud on the left and the bones of the fish on the right. the star was at the nose of the fish...
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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