Monday, November 30, 2009

Take whatever comes.

I LOVE the snow.
Today weston pulled out the Santa puzzle and we did it! (Well we saved a bit for Donovan to finish when he got home from school.) We read LM Montgomery Christmas stories in the rocking chair. (Weston barely fits in my lap anymore.) (And Davey caught us off guard with the photo, thus my awkward expression....)
Then Weston was inspired to create a miniature train around our miniature Christmas tree!
What's so great is Dave and I are home most of the day so it really does feel like Christmas time.
The sunset last night was stunning as well.
Around 4:00 it nearly was blizzarding. You could hardly see across the highway. I loved it. As long as there's food in the pantry and the power doesn't go out, I'd like it to keep on coming!
My writing is still a struggle. I find myself craving puzzles and games to achieve because my challenges with a break through seem so daunting. --I've actually thought up the premise for two other plays and had to jot my ideas down before I could write on my big play. Funny, that. But I'm trying to allow for it. Sometimes you just have to stop and see what's in front of you. Like my son decorating for Christmas, or the snow blowing past my window. So I'll take whatever ideas come, even if I don't know yet how they apply.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Hi Jeany. This comes from Friedrich Buechner, and seemed most apt to post after this blog. Renita

Unlike Buddhism or Hinduism, biblical faith takes history very seriously because God takes it very seriously. He took is seriously enough to begin it and to enter it and to promise that one day he will bring it to a serious close. The biblical view is that history is not an absurdity to be endured or an illusion to be dispelled or an endlessly repeating cycle to be escaped. Instead it is for each of us a series of crucial, precious, and unrepeatable moments that are seeking to lead us somewhere.

The true history of humankind and the true history of each individual has less to do than we tend to think with the kind of information that gets into most histories, biographies, and autobiographies. True history has to do with the saving and losing of souls, and both of these are apt to take place when most people—including the one whose soul is at stake—are looking the other way. The real turning point in our lives is less likely to be the day we win the election or get married than the morning we decide not to mail the letter or the afternoon we watch the woods fill up with snow. The real turning point in human history is less apt to be the day the wheel is invented or Rome falls than the day a boy is born to a couple of Jews.