Tuesday, April 17, 2012

Review: Unbroken by Laura Hillenbrand


The best parts of this book.

“In the barracks, one of the men in the pillow fight suddenly fell to the floor. He was dead, a three-inch hole blown through his neck. His friend ran to a window and saw a building heave upward and crumble down. A dive bomber had crashed straight into it. There were red circles on its wings. “

“It remains a mystery why these three young men, veterans of the same training and the same crash, differed so radically in their perceptions of their plight. Maybe the difference was biological; some men may be wired for optimism, others for doubt. “

“The same attributes that had made him the boy terror of Torrance were keeping him alive in the greatest struggle of his life.”

“The paradox of vengefulness is that it makes men dependent upon those who have harmed them, believing that their release from pain will come only when their tormentors suffer.”

“Dignity is as essential to human life as water, food, and oxygen. The stubborn retention of it, even in the face of extreme physical hardship, can hold a man's soul in his body long past the point at which the body should have surrendered it.”

“ When he turned these memories in his mind, the only explanation he could find was one in which the impossible was possible.”

“What God asks of men, said [Billy] Graham, is faith. His invisibility is the truest test of that faith. To know who sees him, God makes himself unseen.”


“Louie found the raft offered an unlikely intellectual refuge. He had never recognized how noisy the civilized world was. Here, drifting in almost total silence, with no scents other than the singed odor of the raft, no flavors on his tongue, nothing moving but the slow procession of shark fins, every vista empty save water and sky, his time unvaried and unbroken, his mind was freed of an encumbrance that civilization had imposed on it. In his head, he could roam anywhere, and he found that his mind was quick and clear, his imagination unfettered and supple. He could stay with a thought for hours, turning it about.”

“When he thought of his history, what resonated with him now was not all that he had suffered but the divine love that he believed had intervened to save him.”


I don’t think I’ll ever be the same after reading this book. There are so many amazing tidbits of history, literature, and man’s search for meaning that I could write and write and write and still never touch the heart of this amazing story. LOVED this book.
Every so often a book comes along that grabs you, changes you and makes you a better person.
This is one of them.




Friday, April 13, 2012

Goodbye

" On Fridays around these parts we stop, drop, and write.
For fun, for love of the sound of words, for play, for delight, for joy and celebration at the art of communication.
For only five short, bold, beautiful minutes. Unscripted and unedited. We just write without worrying if it’s just right or not."



 

Today's prompt:
Goodbye

Why does the Goodbye Love (RENT) song come to mind whenever I see this word? Sorry. I’m just going to sit here a spell and sing… Was listening to La Vie Boheme this morning from this soundtrack. Some of the best times of my day are me in my car with my music. Could care less about everyone passing me by. I don’t notice people cutting me off. I’ll get to my destination. Could care less about being in the left hand lane. I sit and sing and dis-engage from this world. Goodbye traffic, thank you for giving me a sweet moment to be still. Goodbye life outside this vehicle. Thank you for giving me peace in my soul. I get to my destination refreshed, joyful.. so happy.

Monday, April 9, 2012

Reflections on Easter 2012

I was so pleased to spend Easter with my own church this year. We’re usually traveling a couple states away and spending time with family. Those times are glorious and great, but I’ve been longing to have traditions with my own church just us three. I long to be the matriarch and cultivate my own traditions. Our church was having Easter service at a large venue. I was a little more than irate but I decided to let it go and support their vision. I’m so glad I did.

We got there fairly early and had some time for my little boy to play on every single stair, try to pet the horses, and chat with the greeters. We put him in the childcare facility and I was really glad to see LOTS of adults in the room managing the children. I always feel sad for that one person that has to take care of 12 small children for 2 hours.

We picked a prime spot in the auditorium and relaxed for a bit.

Then..

The music started. It was Handel’s The Messiah. I shot up and was thrilled to hear this gorgeous piece of music. The acoustics made it sound… magical. The last time I heard this piece live was at a Christmas concert at another church and was overcome with so much emotion at all the things that transpired since then. The Lord has seen me through all of it: the anxiety, the depression, the mourning, the celebrations, the joys, the daily angst of life. In this sweet moment, I got a glimpse of what heaven must be like and I just cannot wait to be with the Lord. For this short time though, I am charged with being a light unto this world. Most days I don’t do a good job. Some days I don’t even try. I could possibly be the worst Christian ever. But alas, it’s a new day, He is risen. I take a minute, bow my head and say a prayer of utmost gratitude and feel His presence surround me. Through all my mistakes and woe, He still loves me. ME?! And the music ends… and we applaud and prepare our hearts for worship and celebrate this day.

Sunday, April 1, 2012

Gift

It's Five Minute Friday again!!
Yes... I realize it is Sunday..

Moving on..

Gift:
When I was little, I didn't get many gifts. Sometimes I would get a doll or tea set and not know that it was a gift for Christmas or my birthday.. That's just the way it was. I cherished my dolls. I cherished them until my mother would use them as leverage. She had a mean way about her. I was helpless and sad and oh so scared. I never talked or looked at anyone. I knew I'd just get a beating for something so I just hid. Me and my dolls. When I thought I was alone, my dolls and I had the best time with these wild eloborate lives and stories. Sometimes I would mimic my mother and berate my dolls just like she did with me. One day she caught me. She was so mad. And then there were no more dolls. I learned to never attach to anything that day. I learned how to hide. I learned that love is a weapon.

Tuesday, March 27, 2012

I’m still that little girl

I’m still that little girl
Last one to be picked up
Waiting…
Waiting…
Waiting…
Time moving at a cruel slow pace
Light turning into darkness
Another day of this.
Waiting on them
To come pick me up.
They forgot.
Something else was much more important.
I walk home
It’s cold.
Cheap shoes don’t do so well on ice
Any minute I’ll slam to the ground
Heart breaking into a million pieces
Disappointment turns to anger
Anger to resentment
Resentment to Hatred
And here I am
Forever trapped in this abyss of darkness
Forever lost
Still forgotten
Somewhere, something shifted
And this bitterness consumes everything good

Thursday, March 22, 2012

Easter mantle

Grabbed some of Drewbie's artwork, made them into a cross, taped them to the wall, set up an angel and there we go!!


The angel is a new piece I inherited from my MIL.



The white bird I did a long time ago. Printed a couple silhouttes of birds, enlarged them on the printer, cut them out and traced them on some wall stickers. Cut them out, stick em on.

Easy peesy.

The Observed Life

So we had company staying with us this week. I find myself planning to make everything comfortable and perfect.

Stressing about the cleanliness and making sure we have a home that says welcome. It’s a work in progress.



It’s curious that these urgent feelings don’t come about when it’s just me and my little clan. Why?

Have we become too familiar with each other?

Are we taking each other for granted?

Why is the observed life so much more fulfilling?

The observed life changes our behavior.

If I’m being observed, or on display, I act different. I do the work. I make it happen and give more.  I accomplish my goals.


If light is observed, it will change it's behavior.

We are all the light.

Friday, March 9, 2012

Empty

It's time for 5 Minute Friday with the one, the only... GypsyMama!

Today's Prompt: Empty

It's Friday and the weekend's here! Woohoo!!! I do the best I can to shake off the grit and grime of work and try to rid myself of all that it entails so I can be free and enjoy my time here. I'm so happy I'm not chained to a phone constantly putting out fires. So glad I'm not in management. It's a glorious thing to be able to come home and be here. All of me. Too many times people have defined themselves by what they do.  Friends are co-workers and they can never get out of that circle. Oy! I remember those days. It took almost a whole day to recover from the madness. Thank goodness I've moved on and evolved to bigger and better things... better days. Every once in awhile it tries to capture me.. like the black spiderman. Oh, if every day could be Friday. We build forts and drive in theaters and eat all things bad. We stay up later than usual and laugh at nothing. Good times are here... to stay... We also break out in song at every opportunity..

Thursday, March 8, 2012

What would be your last meal on Earth?

What would be your last meal on Earth?

What an odd question. What WOULD my last meal.. or.. last supper be? Wow. Let me first start out by saying food and I have a love/hate relationship. I mostly HATE food. I hate all the things it does to me. I hate the way it controls me. I hate how I feel about food. I hate how shameful and gluttonous I feel after eating a big meal. It’s awful. My earliest memory of food is being a child and my parents scolding me, sometimes even beating me so I would eat and not be wasteful of food. I never did eat as child. Teenage pictures of me you’d think I was anorexic.
Fast Forward to now and I’m always looking for something to munch on. There’s always something to devour. Even so, I’m not sure I actually have favorite meals or dishes that would answer this question.
I would love my mother in law’s beef stroganoff. I love it because it’s my husband’s favorite and has become our favorite meal when we visit his childhood home. With this meal comes memories and joy I never thought possible.

 My mother in law also introduced me to this delightful dish called Orange Salad. Oh my word, it’s yummy.

I’d like a plate of fresh fruits like pineapples, pears, blueberries, cranberries, grapes, kiwis, coconuts and watermelon. A big turkey leg with gobs and gobs of cranberry sauce.. another funny sweet memory. Empanadas from the Renaissance Festival. Great times. Wedding cake (almond). Chicken Curry made by my aunt. She also makes this Mango fruit compote that’s just heaven.

What would be the setting for the meal?
I am imagining a beach setting. A light happy wind. Hammocks all around. Just a lazy day listening to the waves.
What would you drink with your meal?
Wine. Definitely wine.
Would there be music?
But of course. I have a wide range of music that I hold dear. I love classical music, Enya, Jewel along with Rolling Stones, Aerosmith, Usher and I just cannot live without my Aida soundtrack. We’d have some club music to dance to shake our groove thang.
Who would be your dining companions?
Everyone I love. My family of course. Everyone that’s helped shaped me into the person I am today. My English teach from freshman year in high school. My 5th grade teacher. My best friends. My favorite authors: Cheryl Richardson among others. Idina Menzel. I cannot tell you how much I love this woman. I want to be her so bad. Beth Moore. I cannot wait to meet Beth Moore. I love her so much!
Who would prepare the meal?
My Mother In Law with her Beef Stroganoff and Orange Salad and my aunt with her Chicken curry.


Sunday, February 19, 2012

Delight

On Fridays we just write without worrying if it’s just right or not. It’s such a relief, I promise.
    Write for 5 minutes flat – no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking.
OK, are you ready? Give me your best five minutes on:


It would delight me to hear you say you're sorry.
After all these years to say how wrong you are.
To acknowledge my pain... my eternal sadness
Maybe this day will never come
Maybe this is my ultimate lesson
in forgiveness
My ultimate sacrifice
Choose joy, they say
I choose it but I'm stumbling in the dark
stepping on pieces of glass
Pain searing through my body
My only energy source.
My only heat.
My driving force.