Today I was grateful for a GORGEOUS day, eating lunch outside by a fountain, and talking to my lovely mum.
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Department of Romance
Saturday, September 19, 2009
Eyes to see
A parallel thought runs alongside this quiet envy: "for I ought to be content with the things which the Lord hath a
Contentment with my little bit of earth is a way of showing gratitude to my Father in Heaven. If I am constantly pining for things I think I want or hope to experience, but fail to appreciate the mercies under my nose I am a very whiny child indeed. (And in our home you know how we feel about being whiny!)
Interestingly enough, the Savior performed his earthly mission in a very small geographical area. He was not well traveled, but his life's mission was performed well--perfectly well. And within that sphere he noticed and blessed and communed with the ordinary. A man with the palsy, a woman with an issue of blood, an invalid at the pool of Bethesda, the blind, the lame, the deaf. He is one who took full advantage of his time and place and circumstance and had the perceptive vision to make an ordinary day into a day of miracles for someone in need. Mormon calls it being "quick to observe"; its fullest refinement is spiritual discernment.
One of my favorite chapters in the Book of Mormon is 3 Nephi 17. The Savior becomes so very real to me in these verses; the mercy he displays is so tangible. He says: "I perceive that ye are weak...go ye unto your homes, and ponder...and prepare your minds for the morrow, and I come unto you again" (vs. 2-3). The Savior is perceptive to their unspoken feelings seeing that "they were in tears, and did look steadfastly upon him as if they would ask him to tarry a little longer with them." His bowels are filled with compassion and he invites any that are sick, any that are lame, any that are blind, or halt, or maimed, or leprous, or withered, or deaf, or that are afflicted in any manner to come and experience the Savior's mercy and be healed. Why does he do this? Because as He says, "I see that your faith is sufficient that I should heal you" (vs. 7-8). With great tenderness He does heal them, every one. The chapter concludes with this summary "and the multitude did see and hear and bear record...for they all of them did see and hear every man for himself" (vs. 25). How merciful a Savior who would provide the means for all to truly see and hear BEFORE praying with them and BEFORE blessing their children. This most sacred experience was enjoyed to the fullest by everyone because they were first healed by Him who is ever perceptive to our needs.
And what does all this mean for me? There is a connection to be made here. If I am perceptive to the invitation, it is to truly see and discern beauty and goodness in nature, but more importantly in the people all around me. It is to acknowledge my gifts as opportunities to be perceptive for someone else and it is to make the most of my little bit of earth.
p.s.--I love you
May it be remembered that you made my day Miss Molly--no, you made my week. How timely, how kind, how appropriate, and how needed. How did you know? One of the things I love most about you is your thoughtfulness. You give gifts that are tailor-fit to the person. So many of the little niceties from you have been so perfect...thimbles, bonsai kits, cards, quotes. How blessed I am to have you as a sister, as a friend.
I wish I could share the fresh pineapple with you!
Saturday, September 12, 2009
MLA Class of 2012
Today I am grateful for taking the time to clean my room after a busy week. A place for everything and everything in its place--that is a good feeling.
Do you hear the [music play]?
The first home football game is today, a night game against South Carolina that starts at 7 pm. Interestingly enough, this weekend is also the Athens Stake Conference and the adult session starts tonight at--you guessed it--7 pm. Do you suppose this is a test? A question of priorities, perhaps? I am not too sorry to be missing the game and all the rabble-rousing that I have heard goes on here, BUT I am a little disappointed to be missing the marching band.
During orientation week when I was wandering around campus I heard the drum line (and the accompanying echo) from far off and experienced this strange Pied-Piper type of attraction. I found myself straightening up, shoulders back, head high, arms erect (as if my clarinet were in my hands), and I started marching time. I was completely oblivious to the people around me; my complete attention was riveted on that drum beat. And then for more than a block, I marched forward drawing ever closer to that beautiful sound. Toes pointed to the sky, rolling through from heel, gliding, floating across the sidewalk until I found them.
I was transformed back to the football field at East High standing at attention, eyes locked on the drum major, awaiting her arms to come up and start counting time. "1-and-2-and-3..." and I start playing those descending eighth notes in quick succession as we introduce the music of Les Miserables to the crowd of spectators. Playing with all my clarinet power during "Do You Hear the People Sing?", with reverance during "Bring Him Home", with longing during "I Dreamed A Dream". Or to the parade marches during Homecoming week, or the summer marching band camp rehearsals in rural Iowa engulfed in fog. Hmmm...good memories.
During orientation week when I was wandering around campus I heard the drum line (and the accompanying echo) from far off and experienced this strange Pied-Piper type of attraction. I found myself straightening up, shoulders back, head high, arms erect (as if my clarinet were in my hands), and I started marching time. I was completely oblivious to the people around me; my complete attention was riveted on that drum beat. And then for more than a block, I marched forward drawing ever closer to that beautiful sound. Toes pointed to the sky, rolling through from heel, gliding, floating across the sidewalk until I found them.
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
I will have none of that
I was on a very crowded bus the other day smashed into the railing by the driver and a song was playing on her radio that had an interesting chorus line. The lead vocalist sang over and over, "it's just a run of the mill day..." First of all, that is such an interesting phrase. How long has it been around? Who has mills and runs them, or who even knows what a mill looks like or is familiar with how they work? It would be interesting to discover the origins of that phrase and trace its roots.
But it got me thinking, a run of the mill day is the daily grind, the same thing in and out, over and over. Perhaps a "run of the mill day" was more the norm in the 1800s when you were isolated from your neighbors and your day consisted of feeding animals and tending crops and basic farm life subsistence. Even still, some days a pig gets sick, or the chickens aren't as productive, or your wagon wheel breaks. Can any day truly be just "run of the mill"? It seems a horribly pessimistic way to live. Granted, it does take some extra effort to conciously decide to have interesting days, to break out of the groove and love life, to explore, to be creative. With the help of friends who are like minded, I realize that one of the ways to nurture your creativity is to see everyday things in a new way. The goal then, is to be surprised by something every day. To life--and all its newness.
But it got me thinking, a run of the mill day is the daily grind, the same thing in and out, over and over. Perhaps a "run of the mill day" was more the norm in the 1800s when you were isolated from your neighbors and your day consisted of feeding animals and tending crops and basic farm life subsistence. Even still, some days a pig gets sick, or the chickens aren't as productive, or your wagon wheel breaks. Can any day truly be just "run of the mill"? It seems a horribly pessimistic way to live. Granted, it does take some extra effort to conciously decide to have interesting days, to break out of the groove and love life, to explore, to be creative. With the help of friends who are like minded, I realize that one of the ways to nurture your creativity is to see everyday things in a new way. The goal then, is to be surprised by something every day. To life--and all its newness.
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Class time, down time, free time, in between time...
...is spent here in the studio. Each student in the program has their own drafting board table and cubbies for keeping supplies like chartpak markers, drafting pens, drawing pencils, circle templates, eraser shields, engineer and architect scale rulers, T-squares, 45 and 30-60-90 degree triangles, colored pencils, vellum, rolls of tracing paper...etc. The program is very art/design intensive and right now it is very abstract and conceptual. It won't be until year two that we start applying our design skills to actual landscape design projects. In my studio class I am doing different black and white compositions and building projects using the principles of design. In my graphics class I am learning the "quick-and-dirty" method of making a landscape design look good on paper. We have been learning perspective drawing and how to communicate different design elements in plan view (the bird's eye view, looking down on a landscape from overhead). It takes ALOT of time, but it is really exciting to be given license to be creative and call it classwork or homework. 
Today I am grateful for the start of September...autumn is coming, my favorite!
Today I am grateful for the start of September...autumn is coming, my favorite!
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