Thursday, July 30, 2009

Soul Soothing

When our souls need soothing, nothing hits the spot for me like some Rich Mullins, singing about all the things I love........and he did too.

Calling Out Your Name

Well the moon moved past Nebraska
And spilled laughter on them cold Dakota Hills
And angels danced on Jacob's stairs
Yeah, they danced on Jacob's stairs
There is this silence in the Badlands
And over Kansas the whole universe was stilled
By the whisper of a prayer
The whisper of a prayer

And the single hawk bursts into flight
And in the east the whole horizon is in flames
I feel thunder in the sky
I see the sky about to rain
And I hear the prairies calling out Your name

I can feel the earth tremble
Beneath the rumbling of the buffalo hooves
And the fury in the pheasant's wings
And there's fury in a pheasant's wings
It tells me the Lord is in His temple
And there is still a faith that can make the mountains move
And a love that can make the heavens ring
And I've seen love make heaven ring

Where the sacred rivers meet
Beneath the shadow of the Keeper of the plains
I feel thunder in the sky
I see the sky about to rain
And I hear the prairies calling out Your name

From the place where morning gathers
You can look sometimes forever 'til you see
What time may never know
What time may never know
How the Lord takes by its corners this old world
And shakes us forward and shakes us free
To run wild with the hope
To run wild with the hope

The hope that this thirst will not last long
That it will soon drown in the song not sung in vain
And I feel thunder in the sky
I see the sky about to rain
And I hear the prairies calling out Your name

And I know this thirst will not last long
That it will soon drown in the song not sung in vain
I feel thunder in the sky
I see the sky about to rain
And with the prairies I am calling out Your name

Sunday, July 26, 2009

I Can Hear the Wild Wind Howling

"And I can hear the wild wind howling
And I can feel it in my bones
And I know that the howling will take me home"

Lyrics from a Rich Mullins song, "The Howling".

The summer has been stressful to say the least.

And when this Colorado Native feels stressed, I know the only way the stress will end .......... will come with time spent in the "hills". When you live each day at 6200 feet, only really high elevations will suffice.

And yes, flatlanders, 6200 feet is not very high.

I need me some pines, and aspen, and wildflowers.

Strangely enough I have tried to create such a place in my Tiny Garden...........but it's not quite there.

Can I have some of this....................?????

Tuesday, July 21, 2009

Saying Goodbye

Today I gave a key to the estate liquidator.

She seemed like a nice lady who is willing to take on the Herculean task of preparing an estate liquidation sale of the contents of my Grandma's house.

It's the correct, practical thing to do. There is an unbelievable amount of things in my Grandmother's house.

As our family has spent time there since her death, we each took some treasures. They were familiar things, not necessarily valuable things. I am happy to know that my Grandfather's desk is on it's way to one of his Great Granddaughters. I hope she somehow knows the pleasures of sitting at it and "playing office" as I did as a little girl.

My Aunt's paintings are gathered up and passed around............she preceded my Grandma in death......and we still mourn her loss.........and realize what a comfort she would have been to all of us if she was still around.

With photo albums and personal papers removed, I stopped thinking of clearing her house out as an enormous task, which it is, and realized that I was handing over a lifetime of possessions to someone else, who would place a value on them, as is fitting.

But she wouldn't see any of those items through my eyes. She doesn't know which chair my Grandpa sat in, or which one was Grandma's. She doesn't know how crowded the dining room was when we opened the table up and crammed everyone in there for Christmas dinner. Someone would get the extra chair from Grandpa's office, and the one in the front bedroom.

I know.

They are just things. But they are snapshots of moments and memories of childhood. And all the happier days before Grandma's heart was broken when her daughter died.

I realized all this as I stood this afternoon in the basement, and understood that the next time I came by, it wouldn't look like Grandma's house anymore, and I understand why they recommend that families don't come to the estate sale.

I bit my upper lip, and let it go.

ScooterGirl News Flash

News Flash.

ScooterGirl may need to get one of these.

Saturday, July 18, 2009

When You Can't Stop Crying

When you can't stop crying, you need to laugh.

And God forgive me. Korean Guys singing Karaoke with strong accents, with added subtitles makes me laugh. I guess I am politically incorrect.


Friday, July 17, 2009

Amazing Grace

Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound,
That saved a wretch like me....
I once was lost but now am found,
Was blind, but now, I see.

T'was Grace that taught...
my heart to fear.
And Grace, my fears relieved.
How precious did that Grace appear...
the hour I first believed.

Through many dangers, toils and snares...
we have already come.
T'was Grace that brought us safe thus far...
and Grace will lead us home.

When we've been here ten thousand years...
bright shining as the sun.
We've no less days to sing God's praise...
then when we've first begun.

We laid her to rest today. With my Grandfather who proceeded her in 1970. At Fort Logan National Cemetery.

I had been stoic until I heard the sound of the bagpipes. I have heard the pipes many times before, but today they played for my Grandmother. It was her reguest.

My Father spoke and moved us all to tears. My Heavenly Father was there as well. And welcomed her into His Kingdom.

Monday, July 13, 2009

Gone But Not Forgotten

I have been away from this place for more than a week because our family has been going through some trying times.

On the morning of July 9th, my 92 year old Grandmother died at Denver Hospice following a brief stay in the hospital, and a few days in hospice. She fought hard to the end.

She had fallen in her home, where she had lived since 1968. For a number of years, her great granddaughter lived with her, but most of those years she was alone, since my Grandpa died in 1970. In these last years my Dad worked hard at keeping her in her home, having help come for her. She was more afraid of being in nursing care than anything. She wanted to die at home, and she very nearly had that happen. I'm resting on the hope that she had little awareness toward the end, and didn't know she wasn't going home.

In all honesty, my Grandmother was not always an easy person to love, and it grew very hard in the last few years........but I did love her.

For years, she was a Bakery Manager at a local grocery chain.........I can still hear the way her turquoise uniform made a swishing noise when she walked, and she always smelled like icing. I will always think of her when I smell that sweet smell.

All my best memories revolve around Christmas and birthdays, celebrated mostly at her house. I had her all to myself for my first five years. As the first grandchild, I was doted on and spoiled by her. She saw to my every whim.

She was the only Grandma I ever knew.

Her father's family came to America from Scotland my Great Grandfather was born here....... Grandma loved all things Scottish. So for Grandma.........some Scottish heather.

Thursday, July 02, 2009

Red Wing Blackbird Invasion

"O Blackbird! sing me something well: While all the neighbors shoot thee round, I keep smooth plats of fruitful ground, Where thou may'st warble, eat and dwell."
Lord Alfred Tennyson

Wow. I have something in common with Tennyson. Outside the red winged blackbirds, are flocking. Males are dancing and flaring their wings for the females. They are eating my bird feeder empty.

And inside..........

Gradual Dazzle's art is back from the framer and the second piece of my collection.

Blackbirds everywhere.


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