· 30 November 2008
I NEED Routine in My Life
Most days seem to unfold on their own. I really want to establish a good daily routine, but the world seems to roll in and surprise me with unexpected delights.
Routine is good in moderation. I am grateful for the wonderful surprises and opportunities in my life, but some days I just want to know what is going to happen next!
· 26-28 November 2008
Thanksgiving Rituals and Happy House Guests
· 21-23 November 2008
· Mark Returns Home – Three Weeks in Sunny SC
· Dog Sitting Sonny
· Visit from Chip
· Thursday, 13 November 2008
am thoroughly enjoying “The Geography of Bliss” by Eric Weiner (an NPR
correspondent). The chapter on
was equally engaged by the chapter in
seems to be something about life in cold-places that facilitates arts, craft
and writing or a respect of them.
According the Weiner, everyone in
the chapter on
My oldest sister sent me this book. It was an unexpected delight to find the package in my frequently empty mailbox. This thoughtful gift keeps on giving. I ration out a chapter each day and linger over it.
I wish my sister could be here, sharing coffee and the conversation this book could stimulate. As I go about my morning tasks, my thoughts go back to what I have read and an inner dialogue bounces around in my head.
“The Geography of Bliss”…one of the happiest places in the world must be between the covers of a good book.
· Wednesday, 12 November 2008
Christmas and New Years Plans
This year, we plan to observe local Christmas
customs here in
Following is a list of nearby Native American celebrations for 2008:
December 24 (Christmas Eve)
December 25- Christmas Day
We will end the year with a trip to
· Tuesday, 11 November 2008 – Veterans Day
Day. It is good to remember. It is
good to share the legacy.
I get nostalgic on this day...
In my family, they were quick to remind me that Veterans Day began as Armistice Day...a day to ponder peace. My Mother would always recite the poem "In Flanders Fields".
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved, and were loved, and now we lie
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
— Lt.-Col. John McCrae*
Mother’s eyes would flood and a tear might make its was down her cheek. We would don our poppy boutonnières as we went about the activities of the day.
At 11 0'clock we would pause and reflect on the events of that day - the memory of the end of WWI. A moment to consider peace...and to be grateful. A small ceremony about peace.
Years later, when I lived in
At 11 0'clock on the 11th day of the 11th month I will pause and reflect on peace and service....and my mother.
*The poem "In Flanders Fields" was written upon a scrap of paper upon the back of Colonel Lawrence Moore Cosgrave, during a lull in the bombings (as recited to his grandson).
· Monday, 10 November 2008
Will I find time to write?
The to-do list is intimidating. But all of these activities are in themselves, a pleasure…Here they are in somewhat random order:
Hanging out with Mark – yardsaling, libraries, farmer’s mkt, etc
Christian Science study
Weaving – the big loom will be here soon
Knitting a bit
Dog walks – for joy and exercise
Correspondence (e-mail and snail mail)
Volunteer work …
…all this and Christmas is coming too!
· Sunday, 9 November 2008
Ahhhh, the future is bright. It is mine. Almost mine.
was my last day as an AmeriCorps*
I long for stretches of time to reflect, to write, to be in the moment. The daily routines (I use this term loosely, being a woman who seldom stays in one place long enough to establish real routines) can make me chafe, when they are mindless and rushed. I value routines; it is not the routine that causes me to chafe. It is the mindlessness, the rush.
The next few months I can meet each day and make choices about how I will spend the hours ahead. I can linger over coffee, observing the wildlife outside my window. I can read an extra chapter. I can write, rambling posts that clear my thoughts.
I can live mindfully.
I can choose.
I can set my pace.
I can breathe.
I can find the joy in simple tasks.
I can feel the joy in daily life.
This is a gift I give to myself.
· Friday, 7 November 2008
Houseguest: Site-seeing with Sol
· Thursday, 6 November 2008
Hobnobbing with the Mayor
(the staff at the New Mexico Coalition for Literacy) started the day with a
televised session with
“Coffee with Coss” is the mayor’s monthly public affairs event. Each month a different topic is addressed.
I suggested we participate in this event, so I was gratified when it went so well. Many interested people participated in the conversation. Almost half of adult New Mexicans cannot read beyond the 5th grade level (in their own language). Most of the attendees had no idea the extent of adult literacy challenges in our state.
The Going Away Party
The staff at NMCL threw the two VISTAs an excellent farewell party. It was nice to be honored so warmly.
The Incredible Hulk piñata was a riot.
It was hilarious for the viewers.
Once the piñata burst, we played with the parts – using Hulk’s legs as hats, etc.
· Saturday, 1 November 2008
“It's like driving a car at night. You never see further than your headlights,
but you can make the whole trip that way.”
- E.L. Doctorow
There is a riot of birds outside the window. The yard resembles an amber and gold Monet painting. Most days I do not have the opportunity to see this space in the morning light.
We miss so much of life as we rush about the daily business of making a living.
Why do we drive faster than our headlights?
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RETURN TO THE ARCHIVES ON THE LEFT.
FYI: If you want to read about our
Peace Corps Ukraine adventures,
start with January 2005 - May 2007.
we are having AmeriCorps*
COMING SOON: My Camino de Santiago Blog!
The trip starts Spring 2009.
More on that later.
Life is good!