Thursday, February 11, 2016
Yesterday, in this town, a woman in a dirty dress and a red shawl crossed a threshold. The woman was a prostitute. She did not use her body except to secure those things necessary for survival. She was not beautiful, nor proud, and she had many children. Her children were old enough to reason and to walk though not enough to do much work and of poor temeperments besides. No one felt sorry for the foul mouthed children, so no one paid them much attention.
Two days ago she did not find a way to feed her children. Yesterday, the same. She did not find the means to feed her children. Whether she could not or just did not, I do not know. And this woman in the dirty dress and wearing the red shawl crossed the threshold of another woman's house. The other woman was in a back room, tending to some household task, the likes of which is irrelevant. From where the other woman was she could not see the door, nor could the woman in the red shawl see her. All the red-shawl woman saw was bread on the table. So she crossed into the room and seized it.
But the task in the back room had been attended to and the other woman came upon the scene. She plainly saw the red shawl woman stealing her bread. The bread she had intended to cut and feed her and her husband with. She was a practical woman and had bought enough bread for the meal for two. She came upon the red shawl woman in a righteous fury and seized her arms, pulling the bread free and being practical made sure to place it safely on the table before returning to the task of holding the woman who had made to steal her family's bread.
"That's mine and you won't have it!"
"Please! I wanted only to feed my children!"
"And I wanted to feed myself and my husband and so I bought this bread."
They struggled against each other. One to break free and the other to hold on at least long enough to instill a decent sense of shame into the red shawl woman. And though they struggled hard enough to end up in the street and making a great deal of noise, neither felt shame. Too busy in their struggle, they didn't notice the crowd that tightened around them. From the shouts of indignation and protest from the red shawl woman and the practical woman with the bread the crowd discerned the story.
"Seems to me that it would be a sin to let children starve." A face said to another face.
"And she only had her breakfast a few hours ago and still begrudging those fatherless children a meal." Said a face loud enough so many of the other faces could hear.
"It ought to be a crime, that sort of greediness!" A face yelled.
"Yeah!" A face agreed loudly.
"Yeah!" Many more faces called out.
Two men stepped into the middle of the fight and one pulled the red shawl woman away and the other man pulled the practical woman away. Ending the fight but not the unrest.
"We think you ought to feel ashamed for not feeding those children."
"But... I don't even know this woman and she just..." The practical woman was incredulous at the accusation but was cut off in her denial.
"You have plenty more to eat and look at you, thick in the middle. And this woman in red is a pole. She looks hungry and she has children that are starving." A face said with a tone of disapproving.
"But she..." The practical woman tried but the man who held the woman in the red shawl released her and lifted a hand to stop the flow of her words and said with a gentle voice, "It is the duty of the community to feed the helpless."
"But no one else..."
"I say we kill her!" A face called from the back of the crowd.
"We don't need the depth of her greed in our town!"
The man who held the practical woman's arm yanked it even harder behind her back. This man himself had stolen his brother's shovel, when his brother had bought a new one. And somewhere inside him he still wasn't sure it had been right, even though he hadn't had a shovel at all himself before.
"Kill her!" A face called who just that morning seen the starving children in question and had given them an earful because they'd been blocking the pathway and using foul language where just anyone could hear it.
Before the practical woman could offer protest or call out to her husband or to anyone who might save her, the crowd leaned in on her. Some ripping at her hair and some at her dress, causing her harm and showing their disapproval for her greedy behavior.
They started to gather stones to use against her.
Friday, February 5, 2016
I'm watching: Brooklyn 9-9, Sword Art Online, Grimm.
I'm reading: The Mercy Thompson series.
I'm working on: a faerie terrarium light.. Thing...
I'm reading through Exodus again.
Bob is playing poker and constantly working on growing the business where he works. The Superbowl is at hand.
Solo is playing basketball and doing gymnastics and playing Guild Wars 2 with me.
Marley is working on violin and doing gymnastics and loves to go outside, whatever the weather.
Sage continues to be the cutest and peskiest pixie of all time. She loves "pretties" (princesses), singing twinkle twinkle, watching Wishenpoof.
Murphy is mad at me because I moved his couch.
Lulu loves me no matter what I do.
Tuesday, February 2, 2016
If I was a vehicle, I'd be one of those pickup trucks that only look better with rust on them.
A gentle spirit is an arduous uphill climb towards letting go. And I can't help but picture sledding now that I've typed that.
Sage is coming around. Slowly.
All it takes is perspective to make a 50 degree day in January finer than any day in summer.
"Suppose you are offering your gift at the altar. And you remember that your brother has something against you. Leave your gift in front of the altar. First go and make peace with your brother. Then come back and offer your gift.
Matthew 5:23-24 NIRV
Thursday, January 28, 2016
The future of my life and the lives associated with mine are known to God. He has had a plan for me since long before my ancestors were born. Before my birth He knew my weaknesses and the dates and times of each of my future transgressions. Even knowing these He orchestrated my birth, created me specifically. He did not destroy me because I was flawed, He accounted for it in His plan. My flaws will not prevent His grace nor change the final result.
I am instructed to have faith in these facts.
I am instructed to believe and count on His faithfulness. My plans should be made with regard to the firm belief that He keeps His promises.
Joseph made the sons of Israel take an oath and make a promise to him. He said, "I'm sure that God will come to help you. Then you must carry my bones up from this place."
Genesis 50:25 NIRV
"... The Lord will fight for you. Just be still."
Exodus 14:14 NIRV
Monday, January 25, 2016
Sunday, January 24, 2016
When reading about Moses and the plagues in Egypt I felt like I could relate to the Pharaoh as he went back and forth with Aaron.
"Yes, I'll let you go. Just get rid of these frogs... Oh the frogs are gone... on second thought..."
I do that. The resolutions I make as I lay in bed at night sound righteous, but when morning comes and the sun is shining before my promises are even acted upon and the reality of the work is before me...
Wednesday, January 6, 2016
On several fronts of my life I have been recently confronted by the realization that I'm not capable, nor will I have time, to do everything. Probably, most people don't have to realize this. I guess I didn't really need to either, but I feel like I did. Bob is capable of business venturing that I am not, Marley is beginning to be beyond my skill in violin. I could try to keep up, probably be successful, but at the cost of other things. It brings my role as a support person into perspective. In You've Got Mail (a movie I watch every year around Christmas, I don't know why) the character Kathleen Kelly says that she "lives a small life. Small but valuable." That is how I feel.
It's a humbling and good feeling.
Thursday, December 24, 2015
Happiness and cheer.
I'm so glad that I have a loving family and good health during the holidays. My good health flagged somewhat in the middle of the night last night. I woke up with a lot of nausea and a headache. I was getting out of bed when I happened to look out the window. I had to sit back down as I took in the view. It was breathtaking. The nearly full moon, clouds moving swiftly between us. I couldn't look away and I couldn't help but think how such beauty was well worth the otherwise unwelcome wake-up call. it gave me a thankful heart.
Eventually I couldn't put off getting up, but when I returned the view was still beautiful though shifted further into the treeline. Better still, the mild weather meant my window was open and I could lay upside in my bed and feel the breeze on my face and watch the moon and clouds till they set.
Trying to take a photo produced a pale reflection of the scene, as is usual for night photos, especially ones of the moon.