Thursday, May 30, 2019
Wednesday, May 29, 2019
Tuesday, May 28, 2019
by Hazel Hall
I will think of water-lilies
Growing in a darkened pool,
And my breath shall move like water,
And my hands be limp and cool.
It shall be as though I waited
In a wooden place alone;
I will learn the peace of lilies
And will take it for my own.
If a twinge of thought, if yearning
Come like wind into this place,
I will bear it like the shadow
Of a leaf across my face.
Monday, May 27, 2019
Sunday, May 26, 2019
And he said unto them, Why are ye so fearful? how is it that ye have no faith? (KJV) ( Mark 4:40 )
Saturday, May 25, 2019
Friday, May 24, 2019
Alabama has gone off the deep end. The legislature can’t even pass a fucking education lottery to get the state out of the bottom in education, but they can pass some of the most asinine laws. First they made it a 99 year prison offense to get an abortion, and the governor signed it. A woman herself and the senile old bitch signs the most anti women’s rights bill in America. Now they’ve outlawed marriage licenses. Just because some probate judges couldn’t follow the fucking law and issue marriage licenses to gay couples in their county. I think you need a marriage license not a marriage “document” for a legal marriage. To me this law invalidates all marriages in Alabama. It makes me a bastard, when my parents have been happily marriage for nearly 50 years. I know that it is extreme to think that way, but I can’t help feeling that they are doing away with real marriages. I’m so pissed at my home state. A Republican legislature. A Republican governor who not only is a traitor to women everywhere but has long been rumored to be a lesbian and a traitor to the whole LGBTQA community. Then there is the all Republicans Suoreme Court which will uphold these laws. Thank God they will have to go to SCOTUS, which I hope they both do and are both overturned.
Thursday, May 23, 2019
Tuesday, May 21, 2019
(For the sake of simplicity, all times shown are Eastern Daylight Time)
Last Saturday, I was scheduled to fly from Midland, Texas to Burlington, Vermont via Dallas and Washington, D.C. then drive to my apt; I would have arrived there early Saturday evening. Sunday would be a day to unwind before going back to work on Monday.
SATURDAY morning, I was notified that due to severe weather, my flights out of Midland and Dallas were cancelled. I was given a new itinerary for Sunday leaving Midland on a 6am flight (much earlier than the original Saturday flight time), again flying via Dallas and Washington, D.C., and arriving in Burlington late Sunday afternoon. Although this change in plans was annoying and disruptive, a one-day delay was still somewhat acceptable even with no day off before returning to work.
I arrived at Midland Airport SUNDAY morning at the ass-crack of dawn to begin my journey. I got as far as Dallas. While waiting to board my 9:57am flight to Washington D.C., a notice went up that my flight was delayed. Eventually, it was cancelled. There was no co-pilot! I then had to wait on a loooong line to speak to an agent to rebook the rest of my trip home. I didn't fly out of Dallas until 1:45pm that afternoon now flying via Birmingham-Philadelphia-Burlington.
If this nightmare had a silver lining, it would be that the Birmingham Airport has a Jim and Nick’s BBQ restaurant. With 34 restaurants in 7 states, Jim and Nick’s BBQ has been a Southern institution since 1985.
But I digress. The nightmare continued. We were supposed to leave Birmingham at 5:53pm. We boarded on time, but sat on the tarmac for an additional 90 minutes for reasons which were never explained. This delay was just long enough for me to miss my connecting flight from Philadelphia to Burlington. When we landed in Philly, I already knew there were no more flights to Burlington until the next afternoon. I stood on another loooong line to speak to an agent about a hotel voucher and to verify I could fly out of Philly on Monday’s afternoon flight. The flight to Burlington and my seat on it were confirmed, but there was no hotel voucher. I had to find a nearby hotel, book a room, and pay full price for it. I also had to pay for a taxi to get there. There was airport shuttle service, but by then, I wasn’t up to waiting for it. It was already after 11pm. I had been up and trying to get home for almost 20 hours!
MONDAY, I checked out of the hotel late morning and cabbed it back to the airport. I had lunch there, and worked on my Museum Studies homework until it was time to board for the last leg of my journey. The flight left Philadelphia on time at 4:29pm arriving at Burlington Airport at 5:50pm. My luggage, having taken other flights on Sunday of which I have no knowledge, was waiting for me in Baggage Claim. After stopping for dinner on the drive home, I finally… finally… walked in my apt. door at 8pm.
A trip from Texas to Vermont that should have taken less than 12 hours instead took 3 days. For me, that is a true definition of a nightmare.
Monday, May 20, 2019
Sunday, May 19, 2019
Jesus is the main character in a story still being told. God’s great work began at creation and continues until the end of time as we know it. Moments of our lives can feel so far from the masterpiece we are promised. Be encouraged, even if you don’t understand it, God’s story is still being told. God is making something beautiful out of you!
Saturday, May 18, 2019
Friday, May 17, 2019
Thursday, May 16, 2019
Wednesday, May 15, 2019
Tuesday, May 14, 2019
Written in March, 1917, at the time when Germany proposed
to Mexico that they retake the "lost provinces" of
Texas, New Mexico, Arizona, and California.
Ten thousand Texas Rangers are laughin' fit to kill
At the joke of the German Kaiser, an' his fierce, imperious will --
For he sez, sez he, to the Mexican boob, hidin' behind his beard,
"Old Uncle Sam is an easy mark, or so I've always heerd --
"Go up and take his cattle, and take a state or two, --
Texas, New Mexico, Arizone -- don't stop before you're through;
For we shall make war together, and together make peace," he said,
Now ain't it a joke -- so easy-like -- as easy as makin' bread!
Now if he had wanted a gun-man, he could n't have chose a worse,
For Pancho Villa has gor more knack in fixin' a man for the hearse,
And if he had though that a gun-man could swipe that piece of earth,
He should 'a' remembered we got the trick of handlin' a gun from birth!
Ten thousand Texas Rangers are shakin' with wicked glee
At the joke of the German Kaiser in his fierce perplexity;
They are bustin' their buttins with laughin', they are laughin' fit to kill --
"By Gawd," sez they, "But that's one on him, by Gawd, that's one on Bill!"
by Alice Corbin (Henderson) from Songs of the Cowboys, 1921
Monday, May 13, 2019
Sunday, May 12, 2019
One hard truth about being human is that failure is unavoidable. Solo, our strength runs out. If you are feeling defeated by your lack of ability, the good news is, we have a source to go to that is so much bigger than us! God is faithful to breath new life and hope into our failures.
Saturday, May 11, 2019
Friday, May 10, 2019
Wednesday, May 8, 2019
Tuesday, May 7, 2019
I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth’s sweet flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in Summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.