Now we see through a glass darkly

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

Sunday, August 14, 2016

Imagination of the Blind Grandmother in Heidi.

OH dear, Grandfather,


 The old Grandmother is blind and she cannot see. She hears only the creaking of the shutters and the swaying of the house and it scares her. Would you fix her house, Grandfather? Would you help her feel the security of a stable dwelling? Grandmother feels that the wind will take her house right in on her head. We must help her see the comforts and the beauty of all that is around her. Would you help, me Grandfather to give the old Grandmother the tastes and smells that will bring the comfort that will cheer her heart?

 No one can make the sunshine for her because her eyes are no longer seeing. No one can make the days light for her and she can't see the sun kiss the mountains Good morning and Good night. We can fill her other senses with life and joy and help her see with her heart that we love her and that the world is not against her.

 Don't be grieved at her, Grandfather. She can't help that her blindness makes her cross and angry, sometimes. Meet her in the help and strength that only you can. Help her to know that her house is going to hold her and not fall in on her head.

Bring the hammer and the nails and the shingles and the wood and build her the house that is falling down about her.  She's not angry with you, Grandfather, she is just afraid.  She is sad and petulant.  Be the strong man that can help her know peace in her life.



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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