|can we pretend it is for 6 Squink or (last name redacted)?
Also, my cousin has a brand that needs to be renewed
I grew up in the land of eternal spring… some even called it eternal fall.
I never have experienced four strong seasonal changes… usually it was two… but it could even be argued that there was one season unless one counts “more rain” as another season.
Ecuador had that… rain and more rain, it was eternal spring, or something akin to the glorious autumn season of the southwestern US.
Yes, it is confusing, but the big seasonal denominator for me has been the presence or absence of rain.
Today was that kind of day here in my beloved American Southwest… overcast and lightly rainy. A huge high pressure system that seemed unexpected causing tension headaches and achy bones. The release when the rain managed to push past. The smell of creosote wafting in the air.
I always feel a different kind of contentment in the rain, no matter in what part of the world I am in. If there is rain, I get this feeling. It isn’t particularly productive, but is a certain kind of peace or contentment. Though I do tend to write more when I can hear water droplets hitting the windows or the cadence of rain on the tin roof of my back porch. I feel the magic that my favorite authors are able to convey about this world, the kind that feeds the stories of Borges, Allende, Esquivel, and Garcia Marquez. While I do not claim that there is a Latin Exclusivity to the genre, as a daughter of its lands, I can understand the origins every so deeply.
When it rains, the world feels magical.
|Rain in the magical jungle city of Tena in Ecuador|
“The seasonal urge is strong in poets. Milton wrote chiefly in winter. Keats looked for spring to wake him up (as it did in the miraculous months of April and May, 1819). Burns chose autumn. Longfellow liked the month of September. Shelley flourished in the hot months.” ~ Helen Bevington
In the midst of hate, I found there was, within me, an invincible love.
In the midst of tears, I found there was, within me, an invincible smile.
In the midst of chaos, I found there was, within me, an invincible calm.
I realized, through it all, that…
In the midst of winter, I found there was, within me, an invincible summer.
And that makes me happy. For it says that no matter how hard the world pushes against me, within me, there’s something stronger – something better, pushing right back.
~ Albert Camus
It was late on December 20th, 2014 and I was still recovering from my surgery. I read an email from my friend Gail in which she asked if the Junior League of Phoenix (JLP) would be interested in hosting a movie screening. Gail works at The Arizona Partnership for Immunization.
It was this movie screening:
I watched the trailer.
I called her to talk on the phone.
I pretty much told her that I didn’t know but I would find a way. We talked about how I could manage this in my capacity as the member training committee chair and we came up with a plan. The next morning I sent out some emails to my Team Leader in the Junior League and my co-chair. Both were supportive. Gail and I discussed venues and what options we had. We decided that my cousin, who is Lead pastor at Scottsdale First Church of the Nazarene, would be a good person to approach. So an email went to him. I received immediate replies and all were supportive.
Here I am 2 months later. The JLP team lead I serve under, has allowed for this to become a bigger deal within the JLP. More partnerships have developed and are included below.
Our goal is to provide one large movie screening with a panel that is targeting about 200 viewers.
If you are local – please save the date:
Thursday, April 9th 2015
Scottsdale First Church of the Nazarene
2340 N Hayden Rd, Scottsdale, AZ 85257
5:30 – 9:00 pm / Movie starts at approx 6:30
Sign in opens with a meet and greet: 5:30
Movie and topic is introduced and screened 6:30
(movie is 80 minutes long)
Panel discussion at end of film
closing meet and greet
Yes, I decided to come back here. I figured out how to un-subcribe people and did so…
I did that because this chronicles my life for the last 10 years.. and a lot has happened.
But those ten yea
|thank you deviantart|
rs all had my Squink in them. And even when I did not mention him, it happened around him.
But it also feels like a new beginning and how wonderful that it coincides with the first day of Lent.
So, I am following after Kelli at AfricanKelli with a commitment to Calculated Acts of Kindness…
I will post updates on:
and of course HERE (and on my other site)!!!!
What a wonderful way to start
I am kicking and screaming
I am angry
I lash out
I don’t know where else this could be coming from
and so, to try to slay this angry beast, I looked round me trying to find something beautiful.
here is what I have…
there is a certain kind of light that I have only ever witnessed here in the desert
it comes at sunset, in winter
it is a light that makes our mountains purple instead of brown
that seems to bear a reflective quality like that of burnished gold.
that was the beautiful I saw today
and here is a terrible picture of it…
“Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.”
~ Rabindranath Tagore