Wednesday, June 30, 2010

A Place for the Personal Journal

I used to keep a personal journal and a work notebook.  At some point it got to be too much to carry 2 books and I began to make personal entries in my work notebook, a red Moleskin.  But, as you might expect, since they are in my work notebook, these time outs are not fearless searching inventories or bare knuckled questions.  My personal entries are my prayer requests for the day focused on the immediate and written in the early morning.

Twice in the last 2 days I've heard women I respect talk about how important having a journal is to them.  Dorothea Grimes Farrow, author, Phd and businesswoman talks about corralling random observations on stickies during the day and collecting them at home in her journal.  Andi over at Misadventures with Andi talks about travel journals, well, any kind of journal really.

That space between a blog entry, meant for public consumption, and a prayer meant for private consumption is a journal entry. And it might be time to start one again, to lay claim to a personal life with personal expression in a personal journal.

Friday, June 25, 2010

Chelsea Flower Show 2010 Part 1


Hello ;)
Originally uploaded by thyme2003
It's a Friday and I have to say I'm a bit relieved that the week is almost over and I'm eagerly anticipating the adventures of the weekend. I have one hand on my forehead in relief but my chin is tilted up and there's a sparkle in my eye focusing on the future.

Just like this mannequin lady here. I took this photo at the 2010 Royal Horticultural Society Chelsea Flower Show, the mecca of all flower shows. The display was of 3 mannequins, none of whom were looking at each other but just by their body tension, made reference to one another.

I crouched and peered through the flowers to catch a better glimpse of her eyes. While she seemed bright eyed, open faced and twinkly, the face brimmed in shadow of the mannequin behind provided a bit of menace to the scene.

I wish I could provide accurate credit to the design of this theatrical set piece.  Based on the map, the listing of exhibits in the Great Pavilion and my memory it's either by the British Florist Association or Pershore College.  Either way, it was a wonderful tableau. You can view it larger on Flickr.com by clicking on the image.

Happy Friday to you!

Tuesday, June 22, 2010

I'm not completely sure


I'm not completely sure
Originally uploaded by thyme2003
On the value of experiments...

  • Sometimes you can't tell where the line is until you've crossed it
  • Sometimes you have to have someone else tell you you've crossed it to know
  • Sometimes you find you like on the other side anyway

Experiments with edges and lines help you get comfortable flipping around, across and between them with cirque de soleil grace.

Monday, June 21, 2010

Still in Need of a Saviour

I had an awful day yesterday (the Father's Day part was great) going round and round with computer problems. I was not a good Christian or a good witness. If I had been a child I would have rolled around on the floor kicking and screaming.  As it was, I'm an adult so after being rude and impatient, I merely flopped myself on the bed, had a good cry followed by a nap.

I can hear the accusation in my head, "You Christians are supposed to be really good people but you're all a bunch of hypocrites, telling us how we should be but  not able to be that yourself."

So true.  I came to Jesus needing forgiveness and I didn't stop needing him just cause I found him. I wish I was better because I hate to apologize.  Humbling myself to say "I was wrong, please forgive me" is just no fun, though I must say, the resulting healing is incredible.

I'm still in need of a Saviour and still in need of divine power to be more than I'm capable of being. Doesn't mean I'm not responsible to try.  Doesn't mean to stay like I am.  Just means I need help!

The next time I hear that accusation "Why aren't you better?" I'm going to say, "Because I'm still in need of a saviour."

Sunday, June 20, 2010

Father's Day

This Father's Day weekend has been full of chores that I've seen my Father do.

Yesterday morning, it was unclogging the drain, something that, with 4 girls in the house with varying degrees of long hair, he was always doing. I thought of him quite often while going through the process of getting a catch basin, unscrewing the S-trap, shoving all that gunk through, re-attaching the drain stop. Although we weren't together on Father's Day, I felt connected by doing something he did.

Later in the day, I tackled cleaning the lint duct, which in our place, is over 25 ft long.  He helped me do it one time when he was out visiting. As I was pulling the dryer out, taking off the dryer hose, running the brush cleaner up about 12' on the inside, going outside, getting the ladder, taking the nails out of the lint duct cover, and plunging the brush cleaner through from the outside in for the other 13', I remembered that time and how we both ended up with lint in our hair and on our faces and drank iced tea afterwards to recover.

This weekend taught me that you can connect to the people you love, whether near or far, here or gone, by doing the things they taught you, the things you saw them do or the things you did together.

Saturday, June 19, 2010

5 Reasons to Clean Your Own Drain

While unclogging my bathroom drain this morning, a task I am becoming more practiced at, almost smooth, but still don't like,  I had a chance to think on the advantages of being my own plumber:

1. I don't have to wait at home in a 4 hour window for the the plumber's arrival
2. I can do the maintenance when I have the time and inclination
3. The plumber doesn't sanitize the area when he/she is finished. I do.
4. I get to keep my money though it may smell bad while I'm keeping it.
5. I can actually clean the interior of the exposed pipes so they smell better for at least awhile.

Well, off to brush my teeth in a sparkling aromatic sink!

Wednesday, June 16, 2010

Unfinished

I saw a gaggle of girls today
giggling
late afternoon sun kissing curls
warming
hearts entwined by long acquaintance
loving
the work in progress each has come to be