Thursday, October 29, 2015

The Inescapable God

Psalm 139

1            O Lord, you have searched me and known me.

You know when I sit down and when I rise up;
    you discern my thoughts from far away.
You search out my path and my lying down,
    and are acquainted with all my ways.
Even before a word is on my tongue,
    Lord, you know it completely.
You hem me in, behind and before,
    and lay your hand upon me.

Such knowledge is too wonderful for me;
    it is so high that I cannot attain it.
Where can I go from your spirit?
    Or where can I flee from your presence?
If I ascend to heaven, you are there;
    if I make my bed in Sheol, you are there.
If I take the wings of the morning
    and settle at the farthest limits of the sea,
10 even there your hand shall lead me,
    and your right hand shall hold me fast.
11 If I say, “Surely the darkness shall cover me,
    and the light around me become night,”
12 even the darkness is not dark to you;
    the night is as bright as the day,
    for darkness is as light to you.
13 For it was you who formed my inward parts;
    you knit me together in my mother’s womb.
14 I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made.
    Wonderful are your works;
that I know very well.
15     My frame was not hidden from you,
when I was being made in secret,
    intricately woven in the depths of the earth.
16 Your eyes beheld my unformed substance.
In your book were written
    all the days that were formed for me,
    when none of them as yet existed.
17 How weighty to me are your thoughts, O God!
    How vast is the sum of them!
18 I try to count them—they are more than the sand;
    I come to the end—I am still with you.


 

Good morning welcome!

When I got up this morning and walked into the living room,
THIS is what greeted me!
I usually close the blinds when it starts getting dark in the evening.
Guess I forgot to last night.
I'm so glad!!

Evening sky...


Adventure on an "Excellent" Day

Last Sno-Cone of the Year

Sunday, October 25, 2015

Wednesday, October 21, 2015

Coincidence or perfectly timed?

I had a wonderful hour and a half this morning with Colleen, 
a new friend/pastoral counselor/grief specialist.
This season is such an important one for me,
filled with what she calls "celestial frame-ups".
(In my case, reasons to slow down and go inward.)
How grateful I am to have Colleen with me on this part of the journey.
When I got in the car to go home,
this was playing on the Cloe Agnew CD that has been
a constant companion the last few days.
What a gift!
Thank you, Rob...
God is Good!

Chloe Agnew - To Where You Are

Psalm 46 - New American Standard Bible

God is our refuge and strength,
A very present help in trouble.
Therefore we will not fear, though the earth should change
And though the mountains slip into the heart of the sea;
Though its waters roar and foam,
Though the mountains quake at its swelling pride. Selah.
There is a river whose streams make glad the city of God,
The holy dwelling places of the Most High.
God is in the midst of her, she will not be moved;
God will help her when morning dawns.
The nations made an uproar, the kingdoms tottered;
He raised His voice, the earth melted.
The Lord of hosts is with us;
The God of Jacob is our stronghold. Selah.


Come, behold the works of the Lord,
Who has wrought desolations in the earth.
He makes wars to cease to the end of the earth;
He breaks the bow and cuts the spear in two;
He burns the chariots with fire.
10 “Cease striving and know that I am God;
I will be exalted among the nations, I will be exalted in the earth.”
11 The Lord of hosts is with us;
The God of Jacob is our stronghold. Selah.

On Joy and Sorrow. Khalil Gibran

Then a woman said, "Speak to us of Joy and Sorrow."


And he answered:

Your joy is your sorrow unmasked.

And the selfsame well from which your laughter rises was often filled with your tears.

And how else can it be?

The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain.

Is not the cup that holds your wine the very cup that was burned in the potter's oven?

And is not the lute that soothes your spirit, the very wood that was hollowed with knives?

When you are joyous, look deep into your heart and you shall find it is only that which has given you sorrow, that is giving you joy.

When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.

Some of you say, "Joy is greater than sorrow," and others say, "Nay, sorrow is the greater."

But I say unto you, they are inseparable.

Together they come, and when one sits alone with you at your board, remember that the other is asleep upon your bed.

Verily you are suspended like scales between your sorrow and your joy.

Only when you are empty are you at standstill and balanced.

When the treasure-keeper lifts you to weigh his gold and his silver, your joy or your sorrow must rise or fall.

Sunday, October 18, 2015

This & That


 Under Construction:  My Playhouse/Studio
Blooming!
Another sell-out at HMC's Bunco for Breast Cancer
(Thanks, Denise!)

Dreaming

Last night, for the first time since he died, Rob appeared in my dream.  I was with a group of people, having some kind of get-together or party.  We were in a huge theatre at one point in the dream, and I had a little boy with me, not sure who.

Then we were back at the party site, and I remember, Rob just appeared, like he'd been gone for a while but had decided to show up again.  I remember being surprised and delighted.  He was years younger, dark hair and eyes, slim and healthy looking.  He was hesitant to join in but definitely present.  I was still involved with "the party" but was so glad he was "there".

Then we were back in the theatre and it was time to go.  I had left my jacket in a seat and asked "the boy" to go get it.  Then Rob was there and I asked him to "fix" something, since he was so "technologically skilled".  Hmmmmm...(In your dreams!) Anyway, it was like he was there/here again and sort of doing and being the things he had lost when he was sick.

The main feeling I remember is one of surprise and delight that HE had 
come back.It was a nice dream and one I'd like to remember,  so I choose to record it here.

Friday, October 16, 2015

Caleb is 11 today!

Time flies when you're having fun!
(One of the many precious photos taken by Shan...
this one at the Sweet 16 House, 2007ish)

Thursday, October 15, 2015

For my little family...


     Badger was dependable, reliable, and always ready to help when help was needed. He was also very old, and he knew almost everything.  Badger was so old that he knew he must soon die.
     Badger wasn't afraid of death. Dying meant only that he would leave his body behind and, as his body didn't work as well as it had in days gone by, Badger wasn't too concerned about that.  His only worry was how his friends would feel when he was gone.  Hoping to prepare the,, Badger had told them that someday soon he would be going down the Long Tunnel, and he hoped they wouldn't be too sad when it happened.
     One day, as Badger was watching Mole and Frog race down the hillside, he felt especially old and tired. He wished more than anything that he could run with them, but he knew his old legs wouldn't let him. He watched Mole and Frog for a long time, enjoying the sight of his friends having a good time.

     It was late when he arrived home. He wished the moon good night and closed the curtains on the cold world outside.  He made his way slowly down to the warm fire that was waiting for him deep underground.

     He had his supper and then sat down at his desk to write a letter. When he had finished, he settled down in his rocking chair near the fire.  He gently rocked himself to and fro and soon was fast asleep having a strange yet wonderful dream like none he'd ever had before.
     Much to Badger's surprise, he was running.  
Ahead of him was a very long tunnel.
His legs felt strong and sure as he ran toward it.  
He no longer needed his walking stick, 
so he left it lying on the floor of the tunnel.  
Badger moved swiftly, running faster and faster 
through the long passageway, 
until his paws no longer touched the earth. 
He felt himself turning end over end, 
tumbling and falling, 
but nothing hurt. 
He felt free.  
It was as if he had fallen out of his body.     
     The following day Badger's friends gathered anxiously outside Badger's door. 
They were worried because he hadn't come out to say good morning as he always did.
Fox broke the sad news that Badger was dead 
and read Badger's note to them.  
It said simply, 
"Gone down the Long Tunnel. Bye Bye, Badger."
      All the animals had loved Badger, 
and everyone was very sad.  
Mole especially felt lost, alone, 
and desperately unhappy.

     In bed that night Mole could think only of Badger.  Tears rolled down his velvety nose, soaking the blankets he clung to for comfort.
     Outside, it began to snow. Winter had begun, and soon a thick layer of snow hid the animals' homes, where they would stay snug and warm during the cold months.

     The snow covered the countryside, but it didn't conceal the sadness that Badger's friends felt.
     Badger had always been there when anyone needed him. The animals all wondered what they would do now that he was gone. Badger had told them not to be unhappy, but it was hard not to be.
     As spring drew near, the animals often visited each other and talked about the days when Badger was alive.
     Mole was good at using scissors, and he told about the time Badger had taught him how to cut out a chain of moles from a piece of folded paper.  Paper moles had littered the ground that day.  Mole remembered the joy he'd felt when he had finally succeeded in making a complete chain of moles with all the paws joined.
     Frog was an excellent skater. He recalled how Badger had helped him take his first slippery steps on the ice.  Badger had gently guided him across the ice until he had gained enough confidence to glide out on his own.
      Fox remembered how, when he was a young cub, he could never knot his tie properly until Badger showed him how.
     "Starting with the wide end of the tie, it's right over left, once around to the back, up, then down through the crossover and, holding the back of the tie, push the know up to the neck."
     Fox could now tie every know ever invented and some he'd made up himself. And of course his own necktie was always perfectly knotted.
     Badger had given Mrs. Rabbit his special recipe for gingerbread and had shown her how to bake gingerbread rabbits.  Mrs. Rabbit was well known throughout the countryside for her excellent cooking.  As she talked about her first cooking lesson with Badger, so long ago, she could almost smell the wonderful fragrance of gingerbread fresh from the oven.

     Each of the animals had a special memory of Badger--something he had taught them that they could now do extremely well.  He had given them each something to treasure:  a parting gift that would become all the more special each time it was passed on to the others.

     As the last of the snow melted, so did the animals' sadness.  Whenever Badger's name was mentioned, someone remembered another story that made them all smile.
     One warm spring day as Mole was walking on the hillside where he'd last seen Badger, he wanted to thank his friend for his parting gift.
     "Thank you, Badger," he said softly, believing that Badger would hear him.
     And...somehow...Badger did.

Indian Summer Day

Spooky times ahead...

Mad Scientist



It works!
 Want a drink, Daisy?
 See, like this...
Wheeeeeeeeeeeee!

Unmoored on a Sea of Possibilities!

Transition to retirement can leave people feeling unmoored 

"When you go into retirement, you expect it to feel like a vacation. Then you are going through the honeymoon phase, which feels like a vacation and might be one month or six months. But once reality hits you that you're not going back, then you have to restructure your identity: What am I supposed to do for the next 20 years?
"Now it hits you. You feel empty. You don't feel like you have a purpose. You feel kind of aimless," Wilburn says. "And people are not expecting that. There's no retirement counseling, that, 'OK, you're ready to retire. We're going to send you to a counselor so you can understand the process.' "
Blankinship felt more than ready to begin this new phase in his life, joking that he even had studied geriatric issues as part of his counseling training. He felt fortunate that he was retiring on his own schedule, that his finances were in place, and that he had activities and friends to keep him busy.
But what Blankinship didn't expect was discovering how strongly he was "self-identified by my job. And when I was no longer senior chaplain at Sunrise Hospital, I began to wonder, 'Who the heck am I?' and 'Who am I now?'
"I had defined myself by what I did, like I think most people do. We define ourselves by what we do, and when you aren't doing something, then there's kind of a moment where you say, 'My gosh, who am I?' And, I became depressed."
It's not uncommon, Wilburn says. For some newly minted retirees, "the loss of identity and purpose is huge. It can trigger a major depression."
Men tend to do it more often than women, Wilburn says, while Rosenberg notes that it is particularly common among professionals.
"A lot of businesspeople, doctors and lawyers are kind of classic people who can't let go because their identity is very much tied to what they got paid for," Rosenberg says. "So, it's healthy even before retirement to have other outlets -- an artistic outlet or a strong network of friends -- because if your whole life is work and you leave, you're really stuck starting over."
Doctors, teachers, ministers and others in helping professions also may find themselves more susceptible to a rougher transition from workplace to retirement.
"They've become very accustomed to people needing them, and it can be quite addicting to feel needed," Rosenberg says. "So if people are used to feeling needed and appreciated ... people can miss that."
Not even a two-month transition period during which Blankinship worked part time with his successor helped to ease his transition into retirement.
"The day I turned in my keys and beeper, it was a loss," he says. "It was a period of grief. I came home and didn't know what to do with myself. I was depressed and I was sleeping, like, 12 or 14 hours a day. I was so tired."
The sudden separation from daily contact with workplace friends and colleagues -- "the interplay, the camaraderie" -- also hit home, Blankinship recalls. "All I wanted to do was sleep.
"Then I went to see a doctor -- my regular family doctor -- and he nailed it when he said, 'You're in a grieving process.' "
Janice Alpern, 72, retired in 2006 from her job as a customer service representative for the Las Vegas Valley Water District. When she retired, Alpern discovered that a paycheck represents more than money.
"One of the first feelings was the paycheck and that you have no worth without a paycheck," she explains. "That was my feeling: That you do something, you get your paycheck, and that was a reward for your hard work and you earned your reward."
Like Blankinship, Alpern loved her job and was confident that it was time to move on. But she, too, was surprised to find that she missed the routine of her job, the people with whom she worked and the satisfaction she gained from doing her job well.
Then there was the matter of simply filling a large chunk of time each day. "The week loomed large," Alpern says, "and I didn't know how to fill it."
Then, Alpern heard about the Osher Lifelong Learning Institute at the University of Nevada, Las Vegas. She signed up for a few programs and, during an open house, saw a booth for the Nevada AARP and became a volunteer for the organization.
Alpern notes that most workers who are planning to retire review their finances and the other nuts-and-bolts aspects of living without a regular paycheck. But, she says, few take the time to figure out what they'll actually do during retirement.
"So many of us are living longer," she says, "and you need to fill your time in meaningful ways."
Margaret "Peg" Rees, vice provost for educational outreach at the University of Nevada, Las Vegas, says new retirees who are seeking activities to pursue in retirement often do begin with classes and programs offered through UNLV.
"I think people just switch their energy into new directions," she says. "Some cook, some come back to school to get retooled, some take professional development classes and some go off in an entirely new employment direction. Even when we look at the university/academic side, we have people that are in their 70s and 80s finishing their degrees because that's something they've never been able to do and, now, want to and have the time and resources to do it."
Also beneficial, Rees says, is that such programs offer retirees a reason to get out of the house and a way to make social contacts. (For more information, visit http://continuingeducation.unlv.edu or call 895-5486.)
Social isolation can lead retirees into depression, Rosenberg notes. "People who have strong social ties tend to be physically and mentally healthier. Isolation is bad."
Blankinship toughed out his depression for about three months. Then, he says, "a pastor friend of mine took me out to lunch and said, 'How are you doing?' I said I wasn't doing very good.' "
The friend suggested that Blankinship take on a bit -- just a little bit -- of volunteer work. Blankinship did, "just a couple (of) hours of work a week at the church" and doing a few home visits.
"The thing I discovered is that there needs to be some routine in your life. The difference between working and not working is, the routine is optional, but it's still important," he says.
Today, Blankinship schedules standing get-togethers -- lunches, dinners and other events -- with friends and family. He volunteers. He reads (mostly history), takes in movies ("I've seen probably more movies in the three years since I retired than I did the 32 years I was at Sunrise" ) and has more easily embraced the new rhythms of retired life. Also, helping to reinforce his daily routine is caring for Glamis, his enthusiastically friendly mixed-breed dog.
Blankinship says he now enjoys retirement, largely because he has been able to create a new identity for himself that isn't built upon what he does.
"Little by little, through the help of some friends, not so much intentionally but just by accident of nature, I began to realize that who I am is not dependent on what I do, that who I am is who I am," he says. "I'm a father. I'm a grandfather. I'm a friend. It doesn't have to do with academic degrees or clergy ordination."
Based on her own experience, Alpern suggests that those who are considering retirement give serious thought about how they wish to spend it. She also suggests checking resources such as those at UNLV "ahead of time," and urges prospective retirees to "not be one-dimensional" but, instead, seek out a variety of interests to pursue.
Rosenberg suggests building social networks through clubs, alumni groups and professional organizations before retiring, while Blankinship urges prospective retirees to give as much thought to the emotional aspects of retirement as they do to their finances and other basic necessities of retirement.
And, Blankinship suggests, think positively.
"I would think you need to look at the glass as half-full," he says. "I think we all could complain about things, but what good does that get you?"
In fact, Blankinship now realizes that one of retirement's blessings is the array of choices it offers.
"I think when I first was retired, I didn't realize how many choices I had," he says, smiling. "You've got zillions of choices. You could do anything."
These days, when Blankinship stops by the hospital to visit somebody, "everybody is glad to see me and they say, 'Would you ever think of coming back?' "

Blankinship laughs. "No. No, no, no."