Archive for November, 2009

child spirit

November 25, 2009

This time of year takes me back to when I was a child. Very nieve, very sweet, totally vulnerable, unprepared for the world. I think back to those times because it was all pretty much smashed to bits a few years later.

My favorite Christmas piece that came out of a box was a wind-up nativity scene. It played music, and the 3 wise men went around in a circle, in and out of the stable. I used to sit and play with that thing and watch it, for a long time.

Another favorite thing were the bubble-ornaments, that heated up from the lights on the tree and started a bubbling fountain inside the ornament. They were quite something. As I remember, we had a snowman that also held some in his hands. They would light up and do the same thing. We had some ornaments that would spin around with the heat of the lights, as well.

For me, seeing the tree lit up with all the other lights turned off was a true joy. Almost better than presents.

I am thinking of getting a small Xmas tree with beautiful lights of all colors to put in my office this year, just because it is “my space” and I can do it if I want to. May even get a tiny little Nativity scene to sit on my desk. These are parts of my past, connections to the sparks of spirituality that carried me in faith into my future, when I became a Baha’i.

There was a night when I was in the kitchen drying dishes, next to my mom who was washing them. Without thinking, I found myself arranging all the dishes and cups on the table. My mother turned around suddenly and shouted, “What on EARTH are you DOING??” I looked at her, shocked, and then said, “This is Jesus here in the middle. All the cups and silverware are all the people listening to Him.”

My mind has always been imaginative, creative, trusting, nieve. Kind of always “out there” dreaming. I am all grown up now. But I like thinking of myself as that innocent little kid. My child spirit.

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Thanksgiving

November 25, 2009

Memories of Thanksgiving

My hair in curls I thought were cute,

Large dining room table and formality,

China we never use any other time of year,

Both my grandmas and my mom in the kitchen,

More food than anyone could ever eat,

my Grandpa saying the Lord’s prayer,

My dad carving the turkey,

mountains of mashed potatoes,

3 kinds of pie,

everyone taking a nap,

football games on tv.

nothing to say!

November 24, 2009

Lately, I can’t think of anything to say. I guess I have “blogger’s block”. Semester is near end, busy teaching, grading, making finals.

I will say that repairmen came today and fixed our heating in the house. My husband and I had a big argument yesterday over it, I insisted it was not working downstairs, repairmen today had to actually re-do wiring and said it had never been right since the house was built (a few yrs ago). So I’m right, he’s wrong, that’s all I have to say. We now have heat downstairs.

we are truly one

November 18, 2009

In reality,

we are all cradled in the hands of God,

and exist on many planes of existence

all at once,

Our true reality

is spirit in essence,

unaffected by time and space,

The meaning of every event in our lives

is only understood there,

where all the love your hold in your heart

expands to those around you,

Only on this plane do we really know

that we are truly one.

Hidden Word no.25, the poor

November 18, 2009

O SON OF SPIRIT!

Vaunt not thyself over the poor,

for I lead him on his way

and behold thee in thy evil plight

and confound thee for evermore.

–Baha’u’llah, The Arabic Hidden Words

(photo from Corbis Images at borgenproject.org)

hidden words no.23-24

November 16, 2009

23. O SON OF THE SUPREME!
To the eternal I call thee, yet thou dost seek that which perisheth. What hath made thee turn away from Our desire and seek thine own?

24. O SON OF MAN!
Transgress not thy limits, nor claim that which beseemeth thee not. Prostrate thyself before the countenance of thy God, the Lord of might and power.

 (Baha’u’llah, The Arabic Hidden Words)

 candle2It seems strange that we would turn away from something that lasts eternal, and desire something that is doomed to perish. No one would do that if they could tell the difference. The eternal is a mystery that none can explain. It simply is what it is. And yet there is another part of our being that can appear to be the most reliable, can take over and keep us so busy that we keep the eternal part at bay. I think that anyone can feel that eternal part. It appears when one lights a candle and becomes lost in its beauty. It professes its existence in a sunrise or sunset, those times that in themselves are the bridge to another time. Darkness becomes morning, the sun later moves beyond our reach to another part of the world. There is a moment when time ceases to exist, when we are caught in between this stage and the next and are aware of the beauty of it.

There are times when every person is aware, there is something beyond ourselves. There is something unexplainable, and we must be at peace with that. All is not logic and proven by mathematical formula.

The second verse — when there is that understanding of a Power greater than ourselves, then our happiest moments are in recognizing our station, being at peace with ourselves and realizing we do not have to figure everything out, or know it all. Yes, we have a mind and a spirit and the Greater Power, whatever we call it, expects us to use them. But there is a love of Him for Who He is, an expression of love (prayer)  a desire to be closer to Him/Her/It, and prostration of our whole being before the Lord our God in thankfulness.

Veteran’s Day Nov.11th

November 11, 2009

geo pl in france

George Plantenga was my grandfather, my mother’s father. He was the oldest of 11. His family never celebrated his birthday, I think because he was conceived nearly 4 mos. before his father married his mother. He had nothing to do with that, but his father was a mean, old Dutchman. That’s the truth. My grandpa hated his father. Once my grandpa was grown and left home, he would come back and visit his mother but not his father. He once came home and found his mother, my great-grandmother, crying in the kitchen. School was ready to begin, and she didn’t have enough money to buy the children shoes. So my grandpa went out and bought all his younger siblings a pair of shoes to start school in.

I have many stories about my grandpa which I will not tell tonight, but he joined the Army when he & his buddies thought they would get a better deal than waiting to be drafted, was sent to France and then sent behind German lines on a mission, partly because he could understand Dutch, which was close enough to German. He & 2 buddies went behind German lines. George, my grandpa, was the only one who made it back out alive. For this, he earned the nickname, “Lucky”. I have his hand written story he wrote many years later, “Twenty-one Days Behind German Lines.” Just 1 story in it is about stealing an ambulance, wrapping his head in bandages to act like he couldn’t speak, and going into a German food bar where they gave him some whiskey and bread for free.

He came back to the States, as it happened, on his brother’s wedding day and couldn’t find any of his family members at home. Someone finally told him they were all at the church for his brother’s wedding! My grandma, Cena, who was waiting for his return to marry him, heard someone say, “Here comes George!” and she didn’t believe them. It was her fiance. She said more people surrounded him at the reception than they did the wedding couple.

grading

November 10, 2009

it is 2:02am.

schedules and time

November 7, 2009

Last evening was spent in Charleston seeing an old friend. Though he and my husband talked for 7 hours and I felt most of the time that my presence was not needed or really part of the gathering, yet it was a good evening.

Tonight we go to see other friends in northwest South Carolina. Tomorrow late afternoon I have another appointment.

I feel such a deep need to have my own time without interruptions and other appointments. 

the weather – end of 1st week of November, highs in the 60s, lows in the high 30s. Our house gets uncomfortably cool but not cold. The sun is still shining. Trees are turning but the colors are not vibrantly bright, like in the north. I long to see BRIGHT reds and leaves the colors of shimmering golds and pumpkin oranges, with many falling to the ground a mixture of all 3. Here, they are just drabbly dark orange and dim red to brown.

Hidden Word no.23

November 7, 2009

23. O SON OF THE SUPREME!
To the eternal I call thee, yet thou dost seek that which perisheth. What hath made thee turn away from Our desire and seek thine own?

 (Baha’u’llah, The Arabic Hidden Words)

 TR water lily