Hot skin tingles as a glint of sun shines through the window onto my arm as we find our way down an unfamiliar pathway.
Another year I wouldn't have given sunshine a thought but since June 2012 the sun and I have found ourselves to be in a different kind of relationship than the one I enjoyed as a carefree child. Instead of spending all day carefree beneath the bountiful rays of vitamin D gleaming from above I find myself sheltered beneath a thin veil of long-sleeved cotton, a scarf and pants to prevent the inevitable.
Ah the inevitable, sun blisters; not the kind one gets from a sunburn, no these come from simple exposure and are small, red, itchy and take days to alleviate.
Awe, poor baby, whine a bit more for us about your condition. Well I could but instead of being one who cries the world does not love me, I take the stand that this era of style and dress has made this the perfect situation for me.
Pretty scarves are everywhere and fashionable for both women and men, thin breathable fabrics in natural materials abound in colors only the coral reefs could produce, and knitting is haute which has enabled me to find materials that weren't available to me five years ago.
So take that sunshine and I'll take my fine laceweight kid merino scarflet and go about my day in comfort and in style
Saturday, August 17, 2013
Tuesday, October 16, 2012
Deeds and Doctrine
A question was posed to a group I meet with and I didn't have the chance to complete my answer before a novella interrupted and derailed my thinking train.
How can our deeds match or exceed our doctrine?
I think the world of my Catholic and Lutheran friends whom have completed full confirmation classes. Such deep knowledge about faith and doctrine is amazing to me. This type of relationship to ones doctrine I find beautiful and a thing to aspire to.
So where does that put us when questioned as to how our deeds can match our doctrine?
Is it possible to fulfill the service end of one's doctrine to the same extent as our knowledge of it?
Is our religion or tradition more desirable to us than fulfilling the works of our hands for another?
Should we each re-examine ourselves and see what deeds of service we should impart instead of trudging along in the same old direction because its the path we've always taken?
Traditions and doctrine can be good, even beautiful, but they can get in the way of living out doctrine. If you stay on the same path and continually walk it year after year, day after day you end up walking a deep, almost cavernous, rut. Once in so deep it takes great effort and often someone at the peak with a rope to pull you out of the hole you've worn yourself into.
Worn out?
Holler! Scream! Cry out to someone lift me from this place and give me a fresh beginning. Show me a new path that takes me from:
this is how we do it
To
let's see if this works.
I need a new path and a fresh direction. I need to be walking in openness and living in freedom.
Tradition is a worthy thing, doctrine gives us tools for discovering but it is our deeds which shine like fire on the mountain's peek.
What do your deeds say about you?
What do mine say about me?
Are my deeds living up to my doctrine?
Till next time i'll be climbing out of a rut...
How can our deeds match or exceed our doctrine?
I think the world of my Catholic and Lutheran friends whom have completed full confirmation classes. Such deep knowledge about faith and doctrine is amazing to me. This type of relationship to ones doctrine I find beautiful and a thing to aspire to.
So where does that put us when questioned as to how our deeds can match our doctrine?
Is it possible to fulfill the service end of one's doctrine to the same extent as our knowledge of it?
Is our religion or tradition more desirable to us than fulfilling the works of our hands for another?
Should we each re-examine ourselves and see what deeds of service we should impart instead of trudging along in the same old direction because its the path we've always taken?
Traditions and doctrine can be good, even beautiful, but they can get in the way of living out doctrine. If you stay on the same path and continually walk it year after year, day after day you end up walking a deep, almost cavernous, rut. Once in so deep it takes great effort and often someone at the peak with a rope to pull you out of the hole you've worn yourself into.
Worn out?
Holler! Scream! Cry out to someone lift me from this place and give me a fresh beginning. Show me a new path that takes me from:
this is how we do it
To
let's see if this works.
I need a new path and a fresh direction. I need to be walking in openness and living in freedom.
Tradition is a worthy thing, doctrine gives us tools for discovering but it is our deeds which shine like fire on the mountain's peek.
What do your deeds say about you?
What do mine say about me?
Are my deeds living up to my doctrine?
Till next time i'll be climbing out of a rut...
Friday, July 8, 2011
Texas Vegetarian
I find that living in Texas there are few things I miss more than a trip to the local grocers for good vegetarian ingredients. They exist but often require a trip to a large market or specialty several towns over from my little bedroom community.
First off if you ask, "could you direct me to seitan?" as it's pronounced say-tan they look at you as though you worship the devil and are looking for his house of worship.
This evening In The Neighborhood I phoned the takeaway Asian style restaurant and requested the gen Tso's chicken the household eat, save the sole veggie me, and one coconut curry. "What meat?" she asked.
"No meat," came my reply and to my surprise she balked back with a demanding request for my face preference and a list rattled off like machine gun fire.
"No meat, just the vedge please," was my simple reply to the demanding woman.
"No meat?! You no meat? Nevah hear dat in Texas! You sure no chicken?"
"I'm certain, no meat please," I said most desperately.
She complied and rang my total proclaiming the order would be ready in five minutes. I gathered my wallet and keys and snaked my way through the look-a-like houses and up to the storefront.
The lovely women who took my order was very concerned again that I hadn't any meat in my curry and proceeded to inquire ad to whether I would be mixing the gen tso's chicken with the curry. I ensured her that I did not eat meat and she looked at her co-worker then back to me and asked, "You Catholic?".
"No ma'am, I'm vegetarian, I don't eat meat."
"We Nevah hear dat in here before!"
I thanked her for the concern and departed with my order.
Have I mentioned that I miss the local vegetarian markets...
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First off if you ask, "could you direct me to seitan?" as it's pronounced say-tan they look at you as though you worship the devil and are looking for his house of worship.
This evening In The Neighborhood I phoned the takeaway Asian style restaurant and requested the gen Tso's chicken the household eat, save the sole veggie me, and one coconut curry. "What meat?" she asked.
"No meat," came my reply and to my surprise she balked back with a demanding request for my face preference and a list rattled off like machine gun fire.
"No meat, just the vedge please," was my simple reply to the demanding woman.
"No meat?! You no meat? Nevah hear dat in Texas! You sure no chicken?"
"I'm certain, no meat please," I said most desperately.
She complied and rang my total proclaiming the order would be ready in five minutes. I gathered my wallet and keys and snaked my way through the look-a-like houses and up to the storefront.
The lovely women who took my order was very concerned again that I hadn't any meat in my curry and proceeded to inquire ad to whether I would be mixing the gen tso's chicken with the curry. I ensured her that I did not eat meat and she looked at her co-worker then back to me and asked, "You Catholic?".
"No ma'am, I'm vegetarian, I don't eat meat."
"We Nevah hear dat in here before!"
I thanked her for the concern and departed with my order.
Have I mentioned that I miss the local vegetarian markets...
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Saturday, June 11, 2011
World Wide Knit In Public Day!
It's here! WWKIP Day! And I'm at The Well teaching the staff an anyone else who walks in the door how to become a fiber enthusiast. It's a bit crazy around here this morning mostly a question filled day buy questions lead to knitters.
Today's favorite question is "How do you have the patience to do that?". Which I can only answer you should see how impatient I am when I don't have anything to knit or spin! I'm a basket case without my fibrous jewels and tools.
My friend Casey and I went to a drum circle and I accidentally put my knitting in the boot of the car; five minutes down the road she asked if we needed to stop and get it. Ten minutes later she knew not stopping when she asked earlier and I said no was a mistake. It calms me and keeps me from fidgeting. So if you need a calming/focusing tool, I'm knitting in public at The Well Royse City, TX come join me.
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Sunday, April 18, 2010
Drive thru!
In this edition of In The Neighborhood I travel thru a local restaurant...
There is a gentleman who works the drive thru window at one of my favorite places for breakfast. He is always busy and has a way of making you feel at ease no matter what kind of day your having.
After an incredibly busy day last Friday I slipped through to get lunch for my Jeffy and myself and he was working.
I noticed he was wearing a Superman tie and commented that it was a great tie. He was cordial and replied that he (superman) gets him through many days. I simply replied we all need a hero. He agreed and I went on my way.
Today it was a quick cola to start the day and a simple tie. I remarked that I missed superman. He said that this was his MADD tie print patterned after tequila under the microscope. Such a simple thing but very telling item.
This simple man with a fuzzy beard and shaggy hair has taught me a lesson about life that I think we all could stand to learn; no matter our age we all need a hero!
Simple or fantastic heroes are more than police/fire/millitary, though wonderful and necessary, heroes can simply be the guy who reminds you about bigger things in life. Just like my drive thru neighborhood hero!
There is a gentleman who works the drive thru window at one of my favorite places for breakfast. He is always busy and has a way of making you feel at ease no matter what kind of day your having.
After an incredibly busy day last Friday I slipped through to get lunch for my Jeffy and myself and he was working.
I noticed he was wearing a Superman tie and commented that it was a great tie. He was cordial and replied that he (superman) gets him through many days. I simply replied we all need a hero. He agreed and I went on my way.
Today it was a quick cola to start the day and a simple tie. I remarked that I missed superman. He said that this was his MADD tie print patterned after tequila under the microscope. Such a simple thing but very telling item.
This simple man with a fuzzy beard and shaggy hair has taught me a lesson about life that I think we all could stand to learn; no matter our age we all need a hero!
Simple or fantastic heroes are more than police/fire/millitary, though wonderful and necessary, heroes can simply be the guy who reminds you about bigger things in life. Just like my drive thru neighborhood hero!
Sunday, April 11, 2010
Once upon a time
In a far away land there was a castle of earth and stone. It was a castle of life and healing as well as pain and death.
Throughout time this place was revered in the land and by it's neighbors and countrymen came to be known as Union Hospital.
It was inside these great walls that upon this 11th passing of the sun in the year 2002 during the season of spring the young prophet Elijah Glen Burkhart sought his first breath!
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Throughout time this place was revered in the land and by it's neighbors and countrymen came to be known as Union Hospital.
It was inside these great walls that upon this 11th passing of the sun in the year 2002 during the season of spring the young prophet Elijah Glen Burkhart sought his first breath!
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Thursday, April 1, 2010
Today I am Queen April
Being named April on this Fool's Day wasn't pleasant as a child. Kids would tease and pully hair and sing your a fool, your a fool, your a fool!
It wasn't until my third grade teacher Mrs. Hawkins told me the holiday was fool's day, a possessive by which owing to my name I was queen of all fools whom seek to prank and tease, that I became empowered to right this small social injustice!
Three years ago my yougest tried to pull the same old sing song teasing on me and it didn't work. I played my queen card with pride, he informed me that real queens have crowns and I told him mine was in the shop so I fashioned one for myself out of construction paper and wore it all day!
Ladies and gents at the grocers looked at me funny and I didn't care I was proving a point!
I have a co-mother (think coworker) who celebrates this holiday with ice cream breakfast sundaes and breakfast for supper. Me I journey through with a knowledge that the prankers are my court jesters and I am queen for a day!
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It wasn't until my third grade teacher Mrs. Hawkins told me the holiday was fool's day, a possessive by which owing to my name I was queen of all fools whom seek to prank and tease, that I became empowered to right this small social injustice!
Three years ago my yougest tried to pull the same old sing song teasing on me and it didn't work. I played my queen card with pride, he informed me that real queens have crowns and I told him mine was in the shop so I fashioned one for myself out of construction paper and wore it all day!
Ladies and gents at the grocers looked at me funny and I didn't care I was proving a point!
I have a co-mother (think coworker) who celebrates this holiday with ice cream breakfast sundaes and breakfast for supper. Me I journey through with a knowledge that the prankers are my court jesters and I am queen for a day!
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@Knit4love
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