I need to take up journaling again. Studies done, there will be time for reflection on the day’s events – and time to write these reflections down.
I am beginning to read a book by Jan Richardson, In the Sanctuary of Women. In the introduction she tells the story of prayer books being found during the renovation of an ancient convent. She speaks of the image of a woman with a book of prayer in hand, of this being a way for these medieval women to participate in the Word and pass the Word on to others. I like that image. I do pray that my study of the Word will allow me to participate in the work of God in the world, passing onto others the good news that God actually wants to be involved in our daily lives.
The author goes on to state that prayer was “intertwined” with the “daily life (of these women) and with significant events such as giving birth and entering into death. She believes that “We have struggled to know our lives as sacred texts, to perceive the ways that God has written God’s own story within us, to understand how the Word still seeks to take flesh in and through us.” Perhaps in returning to my blog as journal, I may share some of the text of my life’s journey so that others can see ways in which the Word is taking flesh in me.
Most of my life I consider rather routine and mundane till others point out the amazing places this journey of participating in the Word has taken me. God still continues to allow me breath to continue the journey and as I begin to enter into a new phase of that journey and the challenges that will come, I know I will need all the strength God will give me. By sharing this part of my journey, may you also develop eyes to see God in the places you go.
Today I worshipped
And shiny glass bits
Washed up on shore.
Green and purple
Glass, edges rounded,
Tossed up by pounding waves.
Child’s treasure. Burnished glass
And pebble stones
Worn smooth at lakes edge.
Today I worshipped.
And the stones
Cried out his praises,
While I hunted treasures
With a little boy.
I decided about a month ago that I simply had to get in shape. Sitting in front of a computer studying or going out for “coffee” with the women I have been caring about in Edmonton has not been good for my waist line or for my physical condition. I was basically getting fat and lazy. I think that a person actually loses energy as one does less and then it becomes a vicious cycle.
So, anyway, I joined Curves. An exercise place for women.
This week I have managed to go four times. I wonder if my body is getting in better shape?
Did you know that all of their exercise machines have little chips readers that set the machine’s resistance on an individual basis? So as I go around this little computer chip is my personal slave driver telling me to go harder, faster, harder, more repetitions. A virtual slave driver. And I pay for this.
What have I come to!
Tonight I have very sore feet. I have no idea if I have lost an ounce of weight but I do believe I feel more energetic.
But it hurts.
Thank God for ibuprofen.
I did not expect to wake up to this!
It is a good day for a Sabbath.
It has been over a month.
Something about blogging just does not call to me like it used to. I guess that is just the way things go. I still enjoy reading the blogs of the friends I know here but even that I am not so faithful at. Forgive me.
Life has just gotten in the way and it has become less important to write about it than to spend time just doing it.
But still there is something about writing out the thoughts of my heart that I want to do. It is good for me to do too. So I will try and return here.
The focus may change. That is, you may get more contemplative thoughts. If I have them.
Less activities. Maybe I will get back to photos again since they record things I feel in a visual way.
Talk to you later – hopefully not a month from now. I’ll try and do better than that.
Yesterday I made a trip to Saskatoon for the White Coat Ceremony for the 2nd year students at the College of Dentistry. This is basically a time before they begin treating live patients when they vow to practice their new profession ethically. This year the first class of the college was invited to cloak the students since this is our 40th anniversary since graduating.
As I pointed out to the other 6 of my classmates who were there, we left behind our own legacy, notably the “Boot Play” trophy which is still passed on to the student who makes the biggest gaff of the year. Like we did – to the student who left us to join the Med students. We had other disasters we celebrated later with much laughter – the gold crown getting its final polish that was sucked up into the vacuum system and the long hair that got entangled in the old belt driven slow speed handpiece. Those were the days!
Our class were the pioneers, making do in temporary quarters, learning to improvise when we lacked some tool. Good training. As Jim said we were a “first class” first class. Yesterday seven of us were there for the ceremony but all ten of us are living and the seven of us that were there still are practicing to some degree.
I spent the rest of the day applying for a new passport, had supper with Sara and saw her new lodging – way out on the south end of Saskatoon – a place that did not exist the last time I drove south of town. Then decided to spend the evening with Dave, Annette and kids; watched a movie and slept over.
Which is why I was up and driving home when the sun came up. I took advantage of a day with no fixed agenda to drive off the beaten track and snap the red sky as the sun came over the fields and forest.