Wednesday, September 2, 2015
Due the the rough surf and some other weather conditions we knew that there was a higher chance than normal of rip currents. The first evening we experienced strong currents about 6 houses down from Big Bertha, and so we resolved to always get out before we had drifted down that far. Some days the eastward pull wasn't that strong and we could play in the waves for a long time before we had to reposition ourselves. But other days there was a strong pull to the east and in what seemed like no time at all we'd need to ride a wave in and walk back up the beach to the 3rd or 4th house past Big Bertha.
Sometimes I'd go all the way out of the water and walk, but sometimes I'd start walking up the beach while I was still in the shallow water. Invariably I felt a little off balance when I walked in the water--not only is the sand not level there in the shallows, the level changes are frequent and significant. One step goes down a foot and then the next only six inches. Or you might take 3 steps in a deeper area and then be up almost a foot higher.
One day as I was lurching through the shallow water on my way back to the place that was the designated "go back into the waves" place I had the thought that this shallow area was a lot like life. So many times I'm going along in life and all looks smooth ahead, and then wham, I hit a pothole that isn't visible and am in it up to my knees. So many times things look even on the surface but underneath they're completely and rapidly uneven and I lurch back and forth. Sometimes in life I get in a hurry and don't walk all of the way out of one situation (the water) before I start moving forward again, even though is so much more work that way. This summer I reminded myself over and over again that this part of the ocean floor is just that way, and I think I need to remember that sometimes life is just that way too...
Thursday, August 27, 2015
While my mom was dying of cancer I took all her family pictures (years and stacks of them, gathered from all over the house) and put them in scrapbooks. What else do you give your dying mother for Christmas, right?? I called it blitzkrieg scrapbooking, my brother and I sorted by year and decade as fast as we could (judging sometimes by clues in the picture like cabinet style or which house or even linoleum) and then put those pictures on pages. In the end we had 3 large volumes, two of regular pictures and one of portraits throughout the years.
Thursday, August 20, 2015
I didn't think a lot about it until I did a bunch of grocery shopping yesterday. I passed the kiwis and thought that maybe I should get a few, I even touched them to see if they were ripe. But then I thought that we had lots of fruit at home so it wasn't a good time to be getting extra fruit. Well guess who told me last night that they have a canker sore?
I had put granola on my list for yesterday too. Winco has a bunch of granolas in their bulk section and I love their pumpkin flaxseed granola. I got to that part of the store and was about to start to measure out my granola when I remembered that the day before Jason had told me that there was still quite a bit of granola in the cabinet. But I shrugged that off and bought the granola anyway. Then when I went to the cabinet this morning for a little granola snack I saw that actually the container was empty, so I *did* need that granola and was glad that I'd gone ahead and bought it.
My wonder isn't so much about grocery store inspiration as it is about inspiration in general. It's something I struggle so much with understanding, and this makes me wonder if one day when we can see back onto this life clearly will we see that there was so much more "information" available to us that we just didn't usually manage to "hear?" I wonder...
Tuesday, August 18, 2015
Wednesday, August 12, 2015
They were waiting in a group when I got off the airplane, and when I turned to walk to our next gate they followed behind me in a line like ducklings behind their mother.
This is not a situation I am unused to--I feel like I spent years of my life with my kids trailing behind me (or alternately pushing them in front of me), frequently looking back to be sure that I hadn't lost anyone.
Yesterday's line was a little different, though. Unlike the lines of yesteryear, this line was made of grown and almost grown children, children who no longer think I know everything and who are regularly irritated with me. Children who roll their eyes and chafe at my suggestions, children who do not want to follow behind me anymore .
But yesterday, a day when we had frustrating flight complications, they all seemed happy enough to follow behind me again, trusting that I would be able to get things worked out. And as I looked back behind me to ensure that I had everyone (the habits of a lifetime do not die easily) it made me smile to see them behind me again... my ducklings.