Tuesday, July 21, 2009

Dear...

  • Dear estimating department, please come back soon so I can take my lunch break.
  • Dear tummy, be patient.
  • Dear Harry Potter movie, I LOVE YOU!!
  • Dear laundry hamper, why must you fill up so quickly?
  • Dear Naefi, I am excited for your mission call, but I don't know what I'll do without you!
  • Dear wild imagination, please leave me alone when I'm at work.
  • Dear piano, I miss you.
  • Dear calendar, please schedule fast days for the next six months.
  • Dear weather, could you tone it down just a bit? Mid-eighties would be just lovely.
  • Dear baggy pants, thanks for making me feel thin today.
  • Dear telephone on my desk, you have the day off, and you're welcome.
  • Dear green grass, you make a fabulous bed.
  • Dear library, I can hear you calling to me... I will visit soon.
  • Dear keyboard, stop tempting me with your simple letters and melodic clicking noises.
  • Dear facebook, GIVE ME LIBERTY OR GIVE ME SOMETHING PRODUCTIVE TO DO!
  • Dear veggies in the garden, you are beautiful to behold, hard to take care of, and wonderful to taste.

  • Dear Sister Griffin, this post was inspired by you! :)

Thursday, July 16, 2009

TONIGHT.


There's nothing like a bunch of kids in robes waving sticks around to make me happy.

Monday, July 13, 2009

Last Week at a Glance

A day off from work
and a run to DI with my sisters for a desk.
A perfect, old, wooden one
with a roll-top
like a bread box we used to have.
White paint and old clothes
and all day long
turns an old desk into a new one.

Going to see fireworks.
The only time mom will allow us to ride in the bed of the truck.
Lying down
watching the telephone lines
and the clouds
and the tops of the trees fly by.

Recruiting willing and not-so-willing people
for ward choir.
Some of us sounded lovely.

Lunchtime with dad.
Chopsticks
and a silly fortune cookie encounter.

Reassuring words
from my wonderful pen-pal in Argentina
that left a smile on my face for the rest of the day.

A fantastic new building
called a temple
full of light and the spirit
and chandeliers that take your breath away.
Twice.
Once on Tuesday.
Once on Saturday.

Staying in bed until 3:00 PM
with an upset stomach
and Screwtape Letters.

Stealing mom's car
for a date with Becca
and a yummy pork salad with guacamole.

Finding the perfect gift
in an unexpected place for a long lost friend.

Opting for the long route home from work
through the canyon
rather than taking the freeway.
Stress free
and just dazzling.

A reunion with institute and old friends
in a building
chock full of memories.

A "fishing trip" with no poles or bait or licenses
that became instead
desperate searches for friends who had no cell phone reception.
Tin foil dinner around the campfire.
Mmmm.

Making the acquaintance
of a kindred spirit
and trying not to make a fool of myself
when I couldn't find my way.

LATE arrival to a party.
I made it just in time for the good stuff.
Cheese puffs,
hot dogs
and small talk.

Crying with joy for a friend
who is more like a sister.

Card games
and star gazing on the lawn.
Batting away mosquitoes.
Heads on one another's stomachs
and trying not to laugh.

Costco lasagna at the church building
and cookies.
I was more social than usual.
It was refreshing.

Lying underneath
the tree that creates giant apricots
and another tree that won't stop making cherries.
Hidden away from everyone but my family
and that ever more present friend Happiness.
The sunset
wouldn't leave me alone
and it made me jealous of myself.

Staying up late
bugging mom and dad
with the boys.

Staying up even later after saying we'd go to bed.
Ping pong tournaments
into all hours of the night.

I won. :)

Immediate regrets
when my alarm clock buzzed this morning.
Snooze button.
5 times.

Wearing a skirt to work
just because.

Okay, maybe that's a lie.
I should probably do laundry.

And I say I have no life.
I think I should "have no life" more often.
I like being me. :)

Thursday, July 9, 2009

Me 'n' Clive

I'm going through a bit of a fixation. It happens quite often that when I discover a fresh idea (or a new restaurant, a strange word, an original film, etc.) I find it terribly intriguing and cannot leave it alone until I've had my fill of it. I am positive it becomes annoying to those who see me every day, but some things are just so lovely that it's impossible for me to resist their charm. Well, world, meet my newest fascination:

Professor Clive Staples (Jack) Lewis
Born: 29th of November 1898
Died: 22nd of November 1963

Yes, my dears, this is C.S. Lewis. Novelist, academic, medievalist, literary critic, essayist, lay theologian, Christian apologist, and genius extraordinaire. (I added that last bit, though many would concur.) He was born in Belfast, Ireland into a good, Christian home but fell into Atheism at the age of fifteen. At 33 he became, once again, a Christian and affiliated himself with the Church of England. His conversion is quite a story, but I'll use his words when he said that he came into Christianity "kicking, struggling, resentful, and darting his eyes in every direction for a chance to escape." (From his book "Surprised by Joy".)

It seems to me that prodigals' conversions tend to be the most lasting, and this is most certainly true for Mr. Lewis. You've all heard of "The Chronicles of Narnia." I grew up on these stories, most especially "The Magician's Nephew" and "The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe", however I never knew how intrinsically connected they were to the teachings of Christ until more recently.

"Mere Christianity" is one of those books that I simply cannot get enough of. I honestly cannot understand how one mind of such previous disbelief could wrap itself around ideas so enormous and translate those ideas into language. Or perhaps it is the fact that he simplifies things in such a way as to completely undress human nature that is so incredible. I took a highlighter to my copy of this book, and after a few chapters decided it would be more sensible to highlight the parts that were not of any use to me. I saved a lot of ink. I did not have to highlight a single word after that. C.S. Lewis uses logic and common sense to explain how Christianity is the only plausible explanation for life or matter of any kind. Just brilliant.

Listen to this:

"... the real problem of the Christian life comes where people do not usually look for it. It comes the very moment you wake up each morning. All your wishes and hopes for the day rush at you like wild animals. And the first job each morning consists simply in shoving them all back; in listening to that other voice, taking that other point of view, letting that other larger, stronger, quieter life come flowing in. And so on, all day. Standing back from all your natural fussings and frettings; coming in out of the wind.

"We can only do it for moments at first. But from those moments the new sort of life will be spreading though our system: because now we are letting Him work at the right part of us. It is the difference between paint, which is merely laid on the surface, and a dye or stain which soaks right through. He never talked vague, idealistic gas. When He said, 'Be perfect,' He meant it. He meant that we must go in for the full treatment. It is hard; but the sort of compromise we are all hankering after is harder--in fact, it is impossible. It may be hard for an egg to turn into a bird: it would be a jolly sight harder for it to learn to fly while remaining an egg. We are like eggs at present. And you cannot go on indefinitely being just an ordinary, decent egg. We must be hatched or go bad."

Wow. Deep, huh?

Currently, I am reading "The Screwtape Letters" which is just as mind boggling as everything else C.S.L. has written. How clever to take the position of devils in order to make known our human faults and weaknesses.

Well, I won't bore you too much more with details of his life, but one other fact that I thought was awfully wonderful is that one of the people who majorly contributed to C.S. Lewis' conversion was none other than J.R.R. Tolkien, the author of "The Lord of the Rings." The two of them were collegues at Oxford College in the English faculty, and became close friends.

How cool is that??

Well, I suppose I'll end by endorsing his writings. Read them. (But only if you have loads of time to spend pouring over each sentence.) This is not light reading, in the usual sense of the phrase, however I do consider it LIGHT reading as it enlightened me more than most books do.

Oh, Clive. What a guy.