Take Note

Sometimes this writer/editor's pen runs amok [or alternatively (some would say correctly): amuck]
I promised to write some thoughts of my experiences of late, & I promise I will do so....in the mean-time enjoy some poetry written by yours truly.

I am a pendulum swing-ing.
Who will come swing with me?
I am a leaf dancing on the lawn.
My ballet skirt is orange and red and gold.
Who will come dancing with me?
I am a water droplet rippling on the ocean's boulevard.
I ripple blue and green and gray.
I am cold and in an understatement, I am wet.
Need I ask? Who will come ripple with me?

"I thank my GOD every time I remember you." from Philippians 1 verse 3 NIV

I don't want, I do want
I don't want your pity.
I don't want your fears or your dire predictions.
I don't want to be a saint in your eyes.
I don't want to be left alone.
I do want your honesty.
I do want your physical affection even while I find it hard to start the hug and hard to end it.
Hugging is with eyes and fingers and hands and arms and lips and with bears.
I do want you to be authentic with me.
I do want your love: philo, eros and agape.
Is it not terrible to have so many meanings for a word that should mean something deeply significant?

Philippians 4:8 NIV
Finally, Brethren, what so ever things are true, what so ever things are honest, what so ever things are just, what so ever things are pure, what so ever things are lovely, what so ever things are of good report, and if there be any praise, think on these things.

Brothers and Sisters,
I hope I have done that what I have "blogged" has done that for you.

Describing My Childhood Christmas

I am trying to describe what Christmas was like when I was a child, but well, since I was a child I don't really remember many details...here is one Christmas [plus Epilogue] I do remember...
When I was about five, as I recall Christmas Eve was when I discovered The True Santa was MOM!
At that time I shared a bedroom with my two older sisters, and we had been sent to bed so that, "Santa would come." I was really very excited to see what I would get in my stocking [more on that later]. In fact I as so excited I was practically jumping on the bed to the great annoyance of my sisters. Finally exasperated, one [who shall remain nameless, but she knows who she is] told me to go see if Santa had indeed come. As quietly as a five year old could manage I crept into the living, breathlessly hoping to catch a glimpse of Santa if he was still there; and what did I see?
MOM!
Over time I did learn that the Spirit of Christmas and the idea of playing 'Magi' to one's children is what it really means to be Santa. And my Mom and yours are the True Santa Claus after all.
On a side note, from then on I swore up and down that I would spoil the surprise of Santa to this sister's children. And *YIKES* I almost did one year!
One day close to Christmas, many moons ago I was absentmindly talking to my Mom about what I might want in my stocking when I heard a chair or some such squeak...OH My Cow, my niece, maybe 5 at the time and still believing in a "Real" Santa, was sitting right there. AHHHH! In a moment that had the power to break a child's heart, The LORD really blest me with fast thinking! I was able to tell her a plausible story about how many children are in the world and for Santa to be able to grant all of those wishes...that once a person reaches a certain age (I might have said age 13), their mom and dad take over Santa's job of providing a stocking. I am so glad she could and did enjoy believing Santa for a few more years.
More to Come....