Wednesday, April 16, 2014
When I read this I think of my mom. The cruelty of Alzeheimer's has afflicted her. She cannot see, cannot feed herself, sometimes cannot speak, cannot remember so much. Yet she never responds like Job, with a "woe is me." Her prayer is the prayer of the hopeful, filled with thankfulness for a God who is her best friend and constant companion. She always prays for help to "do what she should do" and thanks for "God's presence."
I need to learn to live more like her, less concentration on what is "going wrong" and more on what God is doing. I have been promised a "hope and a future." The hardships of this life are temporary, while the rewards are eternal.
Monday, April 14, 2014
"There was motion and stillness, stillness and modulation, and all the charge and magic of a great painting."
"And isn't the whole point of things - beautiful things - that they connect you to some larger beauty? Those first images that crack your heart wide open and you spend the rest of your life chasing, or trying to recapture, in one way or another? Because I mean - mending old things, preserving them, looking after them - on some level there's no rational ground for it -"
"Can't good come around sometimes through some strange back doors?"
"And I think of what Hobie said: beauty alters the grain of reality."
"And just as music is the space between notes, just as the stars are beautiful because of the space between them, just as the sun strikes raindrops at a certain angle and throws a prism of color across the sky - so the space where I exist, and to be quite frank I hope to die in, is exactly this middle ground: where despair struck pure otherness and created something sublime."
- page 770-771
"That maybe even if we're not always glad to be here, it's our task to immerse ourselves anyway: wade straight through the cesspool, while keeping eyes and hearts open."
Friday, April 11, 2014
Thursday, April 10, 2014
Age of Innocence
By Edith Warton
Ah, Countess Olenska...
"The real loneliness is living among all these kind people who only ask one to pretend!"
"The taste of the usual was like cinders in his mouth, and there were moments when he felt as if he were being buried alive under his future."
"Once more it was borne in on him that marriage was not the safe anchorage he had been taught to think, but a voyage on uncharted seas."
"We can't behave like people in novels, though, can we?"
Wednesday, January 22, 2014
Jaena's Adagio Sweater
Pattern: Adagio Men's Pullover by Lisa Kereliuk
Yarn: Knit Picks Wool of the Andes Tweed in the Farmhouse Heather colorway
I just mailed this out to Jaena at college for Valentine's Day. I can't wait to hear that she received it. It turned out beautifully! Of all the sweaters I've knit, I'm proudest of this one.
Wednesday, January 15, 2014
The First Phone Call From Heaven
By Mitch Albom
Finished January 16
Am I on an audiobook roll or what? I listened to this book while on a plane to and from San Antonio, Texas. It was perfect timing - leaving the snowing white, -14F for sunny, 77F. I always love Mitch Albom's books and his imagination. This story gave me just what I craved... a quirky, somewhat "feel good" read. Is it heaven calling?...or is it a cruel prank? and Do supernatural events occur?
Here are a few photos of beautiful San Antonio, Texas.