Cloud and sky beyond the eye enhanced by black branch fringe (the dropping sun which glory splashed behind) High in the east the moon awaits the stage crouched neath the overhanging cloud And we distracted by the lavish vibrant sunset She doth timidity forsake and proudly shine her glow
The Church, and especially the Catholic Church, has set readings and rituals throughout the year to commemorate pivotal times in the life of Christ as He lived out His purpose of embodying the most direct communication from God to us, God's people: God taking human form to sympathize with and rescue the human race. Coming from a non-liturgical church background as I do, I was curious about and interested in liturgical practices of Christianity. I really enjoyed the learning, mind- and spirit- expanding experience of reading this book over a number of weeks, as a bit of a self-guided study. I can see how following the liturgical year would be a rewarding and spiritually profitable practice. A most enjoyable read.
I thought you were one of the Dunedain, to whom longer life is given. Well it seems you are only human, and we'll never get to Rivendell. But even the noble Aragorn came to know his days were numbered, and so it must be for all of us, a brief span and then we slumber. And though we two are surely named on the list of the world's greatest romances, it seems we must part, to the break of our heart, so it's time for lingering glances... Let us cast off fear of the future, and give life to the good deeds that live in us: "All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us." -HJ Feb. 2011
This blog is a journal of my poetry, my photos, and some quotations that have resonated with me.
I live in rural Manitoba, have passed fifty, and
find myself becoming more contented as I become more contemplative. My husband is my best friend, I am a mother of four, mother-in-law of one, and grandmother of one.
(Update: In mid-August of 2011 our 28-year-old son died accidentally by drowning while camping at a lake house with good friends. My poetry has become therapeutic, and expresses some of the pain and questioning that I am now experiencing.)