"Ramona, I would like it if you w a l k e d   q u i e t l y," said Miss Binney.

     

       "I am the littlest Billy Goat Gruff," explained Ramona.  "I have to trip-trap."

 

       "You may trip-trap when we go outdoors."   Miss Binney's voice was firm.  "You may

      

        not trip-trap in the classroom."

             At playtime the whole class turned into Billy Goats Gruff and trip-trapped around the playground, but none so joyously or so noisily as Ramona.  The gathering clouds, Ramona noticed, were dark and threatening.

             Sure enough, that evening rain began to fall, and all night long it beat against the south side of the Quimby's house.   The next morning Ramona, in her boots and raincoat, was out long before Howie arrived to walk to school with her.  She waded through the wet lawn, and her boots became even shinier when they were wet.  She stamped in all the little puddles on the driveway.  She stood in the gutter and let muddy water run over the toes of her beautiful new boots.  She gathered wet leaves to dam the gutters so she could stand in deeper water.......

Dear Mr. Rogers

listen.......this quote is quietly stated.....but the ramifications are enormous, as some of us know.     "Please think of the children first.  If you ever have anything to do with their entertainment, their food, their toys, their custody,  their day or night care, their health care, their education....listen to the children, learn about them, learn from them.  Think of the children first."          Fred Rogers

The Necessity

As a human I find, I truly NEED sleep.
As a gardener I understand, my hands will get dirty.
As a member of a family, I know I must think  r e l a t i o n a l l y.
As an artist I am constantly compelled to create.
As one who adores children, and their development,  I spend long hours observing.
As a casual ornithologist, mycologist, and entemologist, I must get out of doors.
As a wife whose marriage has dissolved, I must have courage outside many camps.

As an o v e r c o m e r.....I must have TIME ALONE.   This is not only a reasonable ambition, it is imperative for any of  the roles listed above to remain healthy, whole, dynamic in the sense of evolving to greater places of UNDERSTANDING.
One of my dearest friends has no idea I exist.  Infact, we have never met.  She died recently, but left me a legacy of W OR D S that live on in my soul.   She stated once,
       "The world today does not understand, in either man or woman, the need to be alone."

But she did.......and I continue to see how clearly I do.

These are her words:  ".....But if one says:  I cannot come because that is my hour to be alone, one is considered rude, egotistical or strange.  What a commentary on our civilization, when being alone is considered suspect; when one has to apologize for it, make excuses, hide the fact that one practices it-- like a secret vice!"

Anne Morrow Lindbergh knew the secret of "living from a core of inner stillness while actively responding, as we all must do, to the 'here and now'.  She quietly set herself free, into her own life and into all life."

Musing on these things......while I am alone.

Reading THE MESSAGE

I sat today for several hours reading.  Going through Galatians.....slowly, with broken boldness, to get my heart around the freedom that IS MINE IN CHRIST.  Wanting it more than a meal, or a cruise, or a precious jewel....

Reading these words in The Message version because the book was on the table next to the chair, and I am a visitor here free to take up interesting books on the coffee table.  I am also a visitor to this version of scripture....but after today, I would like to be at home here with this book.  Listen to the word of Galatians 5: 16 - 26.......
Paul says, "My counsel is this: Live freely, animated and motivated by God's Spirit.  Then you won't feel the compulsions of selfishness.  For there is a root of sinful self-interest in us that is at odds with a free spirit, just as the free spirit is incompatible with selfishness.  These two ways of life are antithetical, so that you cannot live at times one way and at times another way according to how you feel on any given day.  Why don't you chose to be led by the Spirit and so escape the erratic compulsions of a law-dominated existence?

It is obvious what kind of life develops out of trying to get your own way all the time: repetitive, loveless, cheap-sex; a stinking accumulation of mental and emotional garbage;  frenzied and joyless grabs for happiness; trinket gods; magic-show religion; paranoid lonliness; cutthroat competition; all-consuming-yet-never-satisfied-wants; a brutal temper; an impotence to love or to be loved; divided homes and divided lives; small-minded and lop-sided pursuits; the vicious habit of depersonalizing every one into a rival; uncontrolled and uncontrollable addictions; ugly parodies of community.  I could go on.

This isn't the first time I have warned you, you know.  If you use your freedom this way, you will not inherit God's kingdom.

But what happens when we live God's way?  He brings gifts into our lives, much the same way that fruit appears in an  orchard - things like affection for others,  exuberance about life, serenity.  We develop a willingness to stick with things, a sense of compassion in the heart,  and a conviction that a basic  holiness permeates things and people.  We find ourselves involved in loyal commitments,  not needing to force our way in life, able to marshal and direct our energies wisely.

Legalism is helpless in bringing this about; it only gets in the way.  Among those who belong to christ, everything connected with getting our own way and mindlessly responding to what everyone else calls necessities is killed off  for good......crucified.

Since this is the kind of life we have chosen, the life of the Spirit, let us make sure that we do not just hold it as an idea in our heads or a sentiment in our hearts, but work out its implications in every detail of our lives.   that means we will not compare ourselves with each other  as if one of us were better and another worse.  We have far more interesting things to do with our lives.  Each of us is an original."

Frozen Insects

Visiting my sister Kris this week.  She lives in a glorious spot, near the King's Canyon, in a setting that can take your breath away.  This is Hume Lake.  She lives here with her husband and four children.  A visit here means family, fellowship, fastwalks-with-someone, good coffee, soul food....in every sense, catch-up with nieces and nephews that are constantly morphing into older people, sunny afternoons at the lake, loons, little red cayaks,  time to read and introductions to more good books, beautiful forest fauna, and some very interesting insects.
Last night, the cousins presented their collection box of frozen specimens.  They had collected several before the snows came, and found a few more recently.  All of them were in pristine condition.  All were preserved within minutes of being caught.  All of them represented "love" for me.....a crazy Auntie who really likes entomology.
The nine-line chafer beetle is as beautiful as any insect gets.....golden browns with white stripes down the back.  He has lovely insect fur on his underside, like a moth.  His antennae are club-like, and it took several hours to identify them today because of what I thought I was seeing.  My nephew Nate explained something new that I did not know.....what looks like a delicate "club" is really an intricate fan, all closed up.

Early in the spring, I had decided that I really needed to acquire a new bug collection.  My old one is just that.  Lots of eager hands come in contact with my insect specimens through out the year.....which is really important for them, and really hard on the bugs.  In college, I was given the assignment of collecting "One Hundred Specimens".  This summer, a young friend and I are doing collections of 250.
Coming to Hume Lake, I hoped I would have some time to find a few.  This gift of  14 is a precious gift.

Resolved

Summer is in the air.  Officially, we will welcome this season of  longer days, warmer days, garden days, and cabin days on June 21.....but the lovely feelings of time slowing down and good books begun begins in my heart as I box up the school year papers and planner.   I think I am craving "Garden Lazagna" again, with no memory of zucchini fatigue last August.  I must find the copy of COUNT OF MONTE CRISTO....and begin.   Determined to have tidier tomatoe plants this summer, I must find the green tape to begin securing the gangly branches to the cages.  There are never enough white zinneas for cutting so I will plant those seeds before the week-end.
Agnes, the scott terrier, looks hot and scruffy....time for a summer cut at the groomers.
My picnic basket silverware needs a good polish....ready for the first library concert.
Good bye for now jeans, I will see you again in the early days of November.
The "cabin calendar" sits by the phone at Mom and Dad's.....let's plan some four day week-ends....today.
I found a lovely French chair at the flea market.....now is the time to chose the voile, make yards of piping, and begin the process of doing this myself.
I have been reading Psalm 90 for weeks now.  I want these words IN my heart.  I want "word retreival" like a young poetry student....I want words stored for storms ahead.  Time to begin.
Both of my daughters are away at camp this summer.....this is the season for meaningful letters...the real ones, on paper with an address and a stamp, or better yet parchment with a wax seal.
My marriage needs "soul knitting".....I have time, and am eager to give.

These things are reasonable.  Time is a gift.  Summer, a delight.
Grateful to the Ancient of Days....Who numbers our days.....Dana