It's All About the Journey

Today is your future. Live in the moment!


Paint and Previous Worlds

Painting an old house is full of challenges.  Uneven walls, coats of paint over paint, mixed in with wallpaper and the past.  

Efforts today have been focused on painting the hallway.  I decided two walls ago (very small walls, by the way) that this color was definitely not the right color!  My attempt to cut a corner and paint over the mostly stripped off border was defeated by the paper curling (note to self, paper curls when painted over, you’d think I would’ve learned that the last time).  So I had to scrape.  Amazing how easy it comes off when coated with paint! Balanced precariously on the top of the big old ancient upright piano,  I carefully started peeling…

I can’t say much for taste here, but I am amazed and curious over the wallpaper that was chosen many years ago.  I imagine it had to be early 20th century.  Never mind…now I just need to finish and get to the store and visit MJ, my personal assistant in paint. (And no, my hair really isn’t as streaked as it now looks! It’s all about the paint!)

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Life In These United States

A rather frightening world is emerging while we Americans stand by and watch.  In my thoughts about the random violence here in these United States, my thoughts turn toward the Middle East.  I’ve been to the Middle East twice.  School children and their teachers carry military weapons in Israel when on field trips (and maybe other times, but I saw this first hand in 1979).  Obviously for protection, just in case.  Often I’m sure has been the case when they came in handy.  I’m wondering if life in these United States will become like the Middle East way of life.  No one is safe.  Radical religious groups have surfaced and created violent lifestyles over the centuries, it’s the norm there.

We used to feel safe, here in these United States.  We are across the pond from violent tendencies.  But now the violence has followed us, it’s not only entering our shores, it’s crossing our borders, and it is emerging from the tumors beneath the surface.  It has taken people without direction, and given them “just cause” for senseless violence.

Where will it all end?  Gun control could help, but those that own legally are not the perpetrators, it’s those that steal.  It’s those that slip out of the FBI’s eyes when they shift, leaving that questionable person to continue, and then “didn’t see it coming.”

Remember Nazi Germany?  The Jews were blamed for everything by the Fuhrer.  They say it can’t happen again, but I beg to differ.  Germany thought Hitler was wonderful, until he had complete control and the worm turned.  This example has been brought up a lot lately, my concern is that those causing the violence will indeed blame those of us who are trying to defend our country and our freedom will take this opportunity to rob us of exactly that.  I am concerned that the violence at the nightclub, then at Walmart in Texas, and further adventures in violence, may be the leverage our government will use to declare a military state and dictatorship.  (I hope I’m not right.)

Is the election all a ruse, meant to distract America?  What will happen next?  Can we trust our government?  I’m sorry to say, I do not trust them.  In the end, I have to watch out for me and my own.

No answer here, but just watching and waiting, and hoping a Savior will arise…a theme throughout the history of the world…

 

 


Rachel

This is what the LORD says: “A voice is heard in Ramah, mourning and great weeping, Rachel weeping for her children and refusing to be comforted, because they are no more.”  

Jeremiah 31:15

My heart mourns with Rachel, whose child died unexpectedly at the jaws of the alligator.  No parent should have to go through that.

My heart mourns for Rachel, who lost children in Orlando, at the hand of a madman.  No parent should have to go through that.

My heart mourns the Rachel of the madman.  No parent should have to go through that: that your child became a murderer.

My heart mourns for the Rachels who have lost children, who became soldiers, fighting to stop terrorism from seeping into our country.  No parent should have to go through that.

In stories that are as old as time, they do.

Rachel, while it’s impossible to imagine, it is written that joy comes in the morning.  Meanwhile, let me put my arms around you.  I cannot comfort you, but hopefully it helps, just a little bit.

 


Fort Hill, Oxford, New York


Fort Hill stands on the eastern side of the Chenango River, here in Oxford, New York.  Archeological findings report Indian village.  At a height safe from rising waters, the location afforded a lookout for these people.  Hence the white folk took over, don’t we do that a lot?

Today stands Oxford Academy Middle School, once a private school, the village library (once a Burr home), the village fire station, the community church and parish, the Henderson’s home, which used to be a dental office/home until some point in the 1950s.  

I love this spot, I can feel the history.  I wonder what it was like, 200 years ago…


The Chenango River

Chenango is Onandaga word for “large bull thistle.”  Google reports: 

Chenango, some say, comes from an Iroquois word, “O chenang,” meaning “region of the bull thistle.” Others say Chenango means “beautiful river” or “pleasant stream.”


Life on the Pond

 

Some of us go to the lunchroom to dine.  I go to the pond.  I love to see what the leaping frogs are up to.  They hear me coming.  Listen and hear the last one “chirrip!”  The scene is never boring, and it brings me back to realizing what is important.