Sunday, November 11, 2012

Water, water, everywhere,
Nor any drop to drink. (Rime of the Ancient Mariner)

And then I was reminded tonight at the open mic that we are invited to feast on God's water. There is living water. There is water from stones (Ex.17). There is the thirst quenching, life giving, love of God.
There is hurt, so much hurt.
But he's coming back soon and we feel it and our souls groan and ache because it's so close. We hope in truth. We groan in anticipation. Of a loved one who has been on a long trip. Nothing will hold us back from running straight into His arms.

Come thou long expected Jesus.

Tuesday, October 23, 2012

pashmina, chai latte, pink morning horizon, joy that comes not from my own being, grace that makes everything possible and endless, list making, poem dreaming, annie dillard reading, singing, humming, peanut butter dripping, panicking, breathing, snacking, robust laughter.

Monday, October 15, 2012

TO YOU
WHO LEAST NEED REMINDING
that before this interval of the South Branch under black mountains, there was another interval, the Upper at Plymouth, where we walked in spring beyond the covered bridge; but that the first interval of all was the old farm,our brook interval, so called by the man we had it from in sale. -Robert Frost


red leaves fall on green graves

I made a visit to David's grave today to leave some flowers (Gerber Daisies...my fav) and eat some sushi for lunch in my car. Forest Hills Cemetery is beautiful this time of year and I had been meaning to make a visit sooner. I'm grateful for this place which kind of freaks me out because I used to hate the idea of memorializing the dead and while I still don't particularly agree with gross displays such as the Fouche mausoleum, I left a flower for Blanche too. Graveyards are definitely a thing for the living. I'm drawn to Forest Hills because it reminds me how little I will leave behind and that most of it will not be all that important. I don't even remember why I was drawn to David's grave (probably the hilarious surname), but I do remember thinking how crazy it was that I could only compile a small biography on a man of public importance in Chattanooga. He didn't leave behind a personality or any sentiments...just some facts and a lineage. Places like this should remind us of our ultimate humanity and the perfection of Jesus' life, character, and legacy.
 

Friday, October 12, 2012

Room Tour: Gracewell 348

View from the door. I love our setup. My bed is on the right.
My closet door (left side). Katie Daisy designs, Prague metro tickets, Chattanooga postcards, a modern painting from a Santa Fe magazine, Newark photos, Grandparents, and a Georgia O'Keeffe print.
Collection of artwork form Missy's munchkins
Above my bed: Dreaming of water and docks. Kalmar Nyckle photo, a J. Crew ad that says "Sun-Faded Oxfords," keys from Bakertree last year, and a favorite Katie Daisy print.
View from sitting on my bed: skirt lamp, bookshelf, CH Vogue ad, Beasts of the Southern Wild newspaper clipping, twins on the horse tree picture, Cesky Budejovice postcards, Trend firefly cutout
The cupboard Missy sold me last year. Lots of mugs to share!

Hannah's bed/side and what I wakeup to every morning. Love that girl!
Windowsill. Mason jar, Cheerwine bottle, vase, Sally, pinwheels from James and Waverly's wedding
Our inviting and colorful door! Come on in!

Hodge Podge

Last Friday, after the Inauguration of President Halvorson (for which we were given a day off), Rachel K, Hannah, Madi, Elisabeth, Alicia, Erika, KatieBeth and I drove over to Signal Mountain for their annual craft fair/ farmer's market. It was great fun and I picked up a few lovely things from some of the vendors.
  • 2 hairbows (green and blue) $1 each
  • Sweet Salsa Rita from a lovely woman. It's gluten free b/c she has celiac's and so scrumptious. $2.50 a jar.
  • A sea green pearl necklace and small starfish charm. (1st and favorite purchase) $8
  • Turqouise drop earrings $5
  • Handmade wooden vase. Wormy Maple wood. Artist: sweetest old man named Mr. Ross $15

Tuesday, October 9, 2012

:To Share

  • Yogurt, fruit, and granola. I personally am obsessed with the Archer Farms (Target) Chocolate Chunk Hazlenut Biscotti Granola. So yummy! I usually pair it with vanilla yogurt, sliced peaches, and occassionally strawberries.
  • Writing down all of your assignments and deadlines for the week on a brightly colored notecard keeps you on top of everything and happy to look at it/ cross things off. Mine fits perfectly into my little calendar book.
  • Look at the Related Artists on Spotify. You could discover wonderful things like Beta Radio.
  • Sleep IS important. You need it to survive and function.

Thursday, October 4, 2012

Autumn Plunder

 

 
 My 2 flannel shirts have been worn, not washed, bathed in smoke, and hung every evening on the back of my chair. It's autumn.
I've returned 14 books to the library only to check out more. Todays plunder comes in the form of this list and the subsequent photograph.

1. Footnote (2011) Hebrew, Portuguese, 106minutes
2. Summer Hours (2008) Criterion Collection, French, 103 min
3. Domesticating History: The Political Origins of America's House Museums by Patricia West
4. Fox on Wheels by Edward Marshall (reminds me of Robert)
5. When I Was Young in the Mountains by Cynthia Rylant
6. Georgia Music by Helen V. Griffith
7. Crow Call by Lois Lowry
8. Mountain Wedding by Faye Gibbons
9. Louhi: Witch of North Farm by Toni de Gerez
10. The Tale of Three Trees by Angela Elwell Hunt



Monday, October 1, 2012

Pleasant Pages


 
 
Working at my school's library has become a danger to myself and others. A danger to me because I currently have 20 books checked out and no time to read any of them. A danger to others because I beg them to let me read stories to them on a regular basis.
I love the simple joy of a picture book and have been taking the time to read old favorites and new and wonderful stories.
 
Here's what I currently have checked out from Kresge:
  •  Many Moons by James Thurber
  • Caps For Sale by Esphyr Slobodkina (I recently read this to Birch, Iris, and Laurel; it was a gift from their former babysitter and they LOVE it).
  • The Quiet Book by Deborah Underwood (best line is "'What flashlight?' quiet."
  • George and Martha One Fine Day by James Marshall (Lyss and Rachel C read these to each other and it warms my heart)
  • Home by Thomas Locker
  • The Mountains of Quilt by Nancy Willard (seriously the funniest book I have read in a while)
  • Goggles! by Ezra Jack Keats
  • Blackout by John Rocco
  • Little Pea by Amy Krouse Rosenthal
  • A River of Words by Jen Bryant (a William Carlos Williams biography in the form of a picture book!)
  • A Chair for my Mother by Vera B. Williams
  • I See the Winds by Kazue Mizumura
  • Adelita by Tomie dePaola
  • Fin M'Coul by Tomie dePaola
  • Jamie O'Rourke and the Big Potato by Tomie dePaola (I so wish I could find a dePaola anthology...favorite illustrator ever.)
I am so grateful lately for words and stories and the passing down of these things to our children. So, if you ever want to read a story, please stop by and I'll drop just about anything to listen or read along.

Monday, September 10, 2012

Build Me a World

I've been anticipating seeing Fancy Rhino's documentary of the historic Howard School for nearly the entire summer. What I hadn't anticipated was being so emotional broken by the film, the students and their stories, and my own sinful nature. If you have the chance....WATCH IT! One of the most beautiful parts of the evening for me was hearing Mimi talk about Elie Wiesel's speech "The Perils of Indifference." I memorized a portion of it for my senior seminar class with Mr. Mulqueen (my own Mr. West) and haven't thought about it in quite a while. The thoughtfulness of all the Howard students that came up to campus tonight was amazing. I honestly believe that they have so much potential, and gifts greater than my own in areas. I can't wait to taste D'Angelo's chocolate at the Chattanooga Market. I will be praying for them all as they pursue success (defined by them as the ability to turn around and give back, stability enough to pull up their peers). I am encouraged by them. I will continue to be. What an awesome community God has blessed me with! I'm still reeling from this experience, and I pray that God would fuel more questions in my heart about my role as a white middle class Covenant student on the mountain. In what ways can I pursue relationships and friendships in contexts that are unlike my own and drag me out of my comfort zone? As Derelle kept saying, "Time is more important than money."

Some quotes from "The Perils of Indifference" :
Gratitude is a word that I cherish. Gratitude is what defines the humanity of the human being.
 What is indifference? Etymologically, the word means "no difference." A strange and unnatural state in which the lines blur between light and darkness, dusk and dawn, crime and punishment, cruelty and compassion, good and evil. What are its courses and inescapable consequences? Is it a philosophy? Is there a philosophy of indifference conceivable? Can one possibly view indifference as a virtue? Is it necessary at times to practice it simply to keep one's sanity, live normally, enjoy a fine meal and a glass of wine, as the world around us experiences harrowing upheavals?
Of course, indifference can be tempting -- more than that, seductive. It is so much easier to look away from victims. It is so much easier to avoid such rude interruptions to our work, our dreams, our hopes. It is, after all, awkward, troublesome, to be involved in another person's pain and despair. Yet, for the person who is indifferent, his or her neighbor are of no consequence. And, therefore, their lives are meaningless. Their hidden or even visible anguish is of no interest. Indifference reduces the other to an abstraction.
 At the forum after the screening Howard Principal Paul Smith said, "It's nice to be important; but it's more important to be nice."