I should have known this would happen - I set the bar too high - thinking everything I put on my blog needs to be creative and noteworthy. Therefore I don't write anything unless I have this great inspiration with corresponding photos.
Let it go Judith!!
Think about the word "blog". It doesn't sound too thrilling does it?
Blaaaahhhg...
How boring. How mundane.
So I've just given myself permission to write random thoughts that may go nowhere. Okay - permission granted - will the brain and fingers take that permission and just write???
Only time will tell.
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Monday, February 2, 2009
Growing old ~ growing young
This morning, as I was “waking up with Dave and Michelle in the morning” (aka, listening to my favorite radio station) they relayed a great story. Apparently their young son, in shocked amazement, had recently announced,
I have a similar story that has lived in our family for years.
Mom worked as a school librarian, maintaining both elementary and high school libraries in two different wings of our small town K thru 12 school system - and I might add that is where she earned every grey hair on her head, not at home!!
Here are a couple photos to put this in context:
You can see that she gracefully grayed while standing behind that desk, stamping check out cards and shushing noisy students, but what isn’t obvious is that the hair at the nape of her neck remained very dark.
One year she decided to let her hair grow a bit longer so she could wear it pinned up in the back ~ a lovely “french twist”. So as you can imagine, when seeing her from the back, that lovely dark hair from the nape of her neck became the prominent color.
On one particular day, as the kindergarten class filed quietly into the library, (quietly? oh those were the days!!) a little boy let out a gasp and announced,
Mom loved to tell that story and obviously now so do I.
What is it about the innocent observations of a child that catch our attention?
Is it that we long for that same ability to observe the basic things of life
Oh for the heart of a child…
“Unless you humble yourself as a little child, you will not see the Kingdom of Heaven.” Matthew 18
“Dad, you are growing lines on your face!”
I have a similar story that has lived in our family for years.
Mom worked as a school librarian, maintaining both elementary and high school libraries in two different wings of our small town K thru 12 school system - and I might add that is where she earned every grey hair on her head, not at home!!
Here are a couple photos to put this in context:
You can see that she gracefully grayed while standing behind that desk, stamping check out cards and shushing noisy students, but what isn’t obvious is that the hair at the nape of her neck remained very dark.
One year she decided to let her hair grow a bit longer so she could wear it pinned up in the back ~ a lovely “french twist”. So as you can imagine, when seeing her from the back, that lovely dark hair from the nape of her neck became the prominent color.
On one particular day, as the kindergarten class filed quietly into the library, (quietly? oh those were the days!!) a little boy let out a gasp and announced,
“Mrs. Pierce, your hair is turning black!!”
Mom loved to tell that story and obviously now so do I.
What is it about the innocent observations of a child that catch our attention?
Is it that we long for that same ability to observe the basic things of life
with awe and wonder and fascination
without criticism and judgment?
Oh for the heart of a child…
“Unless you humble yourself as a little child, you will not see the Kingdom of Heaven.” Matthew 18
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