Showing posts with label God's at the beach. Show all posts
Showing posts with label God's at the beach. Show all posts

Tuesday, December 29, 2009

Quiet Days, Celebratory Nights



This week is vacation week. We are hanging out with family, reading, doing some shopping and baking, and watching lots of football. Among the things I'm not doing:
- writing papers
- reading professional journals or books
- answering emails from people at home (no offense to my friends, because I am Spacehooking a bit...)

Even though it's cold and windy, the sun is shining and I am reveling in the birdwatching and "doing nothing" agenda for today.


Across the lonely beach we flit,
One little sandpiper and I,

And fast I gather, but by bit,

The scattered drift-wood, bleached and dry.

The wild waves reach their hands for it,

The wild wind raves, the tide runs high,

As up and down the beach we flit,
One little sandpiper and I.

-Celia Thaxter


Sunday, December 27, 2009

Ahhhhhhhhh.....



It's kind of a visual cleansing breath, isn't it?

Wednesday, March 05, 2008

A Time Out...

It's Modular Week here in Teh Hole-ee Lande. Intense personal scrutiny and reflective writing, comraderie with some amazingly talented people, hard work, late night typing sessions, burying oneself in the library stacks, article searching... and discussions which, at least this time around, are actually seeming to be practical and maybe even useful some day.

But first....

A TIME OUT!


inhale.
exhale.
squish toes in sand.
watch seagulls.
repeat...

Turabian can wait.
Spiritual formation reflective writing can wait.
Synthesis papers can wait.
Powerpoint presentations can wait.
Writing summaries and evaluations can wait.
Book reports can wait.

God's at the beach.
Had to meet for a chat.

And it's ALL good...

Deb

P.S. Yes... I was there... here's proof!