Sound asleep when the earth shook last night. Alarming to be awakened by an earthquake. Call me crazy but I prefer a blizzard, even one like the bombogenesis pummeling the east coast.
Changed my flight to remain in California two more days. Before the earth quaked, I might’ve considered staying until spring showed up in New England. Reminds me of a sign I saw in a potting shed, “The grass is always greener where it’s watered.”
Basil and I’ve played Rummikub for hours. He’s happy to have two extra days to challenge my skills and expand my joke repertoire.
“Momo, what’s the difference between a teenager and ET?”
“I’m clueless, Basil.”
“ET phones home.”
Felt like an antique when I said, “Back when I went to college, my parents instructed, “Do not phone home, unless there’s an emergency. Long distance costs too much.”
Times have changed.
Some for the better.
Some unchanged, providing the comfort of continuity, the food of the familiar, like Lessons and Carols last Sunday at Matt and Heather’s church, St. John’s Episcopal Church. It was the First Sunday of Christmas and the last day of 2017. Festive way to bridge old and new.
At end of service, “All those celebrating birthdays, anniversaries and occasions of thanksgiving are invited to come forward.” It’s a sweet time, reminding us we’re family not just attendees.
Then, priest and people pray,
“Today, tomorrow and always we rejoice in the hands of God.
May God’s powerful hands support you.
May God’s guiding hands lead you.
May God’s loving hands enfold you.
We rejoice in the hands of God.”
Good way to celebrate moments and entrust the old and new year into God’s loving, strong, trustworthy hands, especially when terra’s not so firma in, under or around us.
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Thanks for the reminder: ” …all other ground is sinking sand.”
Blessings, Dale
Didn’t help that I’d been reading the book of Revelation. Lord, have mercy.