Counting My Blessings

Waiting

~ When the waiting becomes trusting ~

~ Each breath is made up of one part helplessness and one part hope ~

~ And I realize that my time is not my own. ~

Diamonds of Rain

The rain has been so faint here lately, that it leaves behind delicate droplets of water clinging to the trees and plants, which, when the sunlight (or moonlight) hits them, reflects and makes them sparkle like little orbed diamonds.  My mom kept admiring the disrobed tree branches last night where these droplets hung, illuminated by street lamps, calling them diamonds.  I'm stealing that from her.

 

They really are so lovely.

 

When we examine things from far away, we marvel at the view we are afforded.  When inspected up close, their magnificence eludes and enraptures us.  Some call it science; others, appreciation.

 

Leave

(A shriveled magnolia blossom amid bare branches)

Today marks my first day of maternity leave as well as baby girl's due date.  Sitting at home with nothing on my agenda is an unfamiliar state of affairs for me, so I am putting together an enjoyable, productive, yet restful to do list.  The list involves some crafting, organizing, and writing, but will likely expand as my vista broadens (as it is want to do).  

A morning cleansing, shower and sermon, firstly.

We'll see how things progress from there.

Ralphie is curled up asleep next to me on the couch as I type, and he is a wonderful comfort and companion.  I think I fed him too much wet food for breakfast this morning...he looks sedated.  Ha!

Happy Monday!

Wordless Wednesday



Election Day

 

I elect to look upward, look outward;

To look for new life around me -

Without forgetting the wise ways of preserving

And cultivating a natural progression

Of growth and sustaining exhalation.

 



First Child Second Child

FIRST

Be it a girl, or one of the boys,
It is scarlet all over its avoirdupois,
It is red, it is boiled; could the obstetrician
Have possibly been a lobstertrician?
His degrees and credentials were hunky-dory,
But how's for an infantile inventory?
Here's the prodigy, here's the miracle!
Whether its head is oval or spherical,
You rejoice to find it has only one,
Having dreaded a two-headed daughter or son;
Here's the phenomenon all complete,
It's got two hands, it's got two feet,
Only natural, but pleasing, because
For months you have dreamed of flippers or claws.
Furthermore, it is fully equipped:
Fingers and toes with nails are tipped;
It's even got eyes, and a mouth clear cut;
When the mouth comes open the eyes go shut,
When the eyes go shut, the breath is loosed
And the presence of lungs can be deduced.
Let the rockets flash and the cannon thunder,
This child is a marvel, a matchless wonder.
A staggering child, a child astounding,
Dazzling, diaperless, dumbfounding,
Stupendous, miraculous, unsurpassed,
A child to stagger and flabbergast,
Bright as a button, sharp as a thorn,
And the only perfect one ever born.


SECOND

Arrived this evening at half-past nine.
Everybody is doing fine.
Is it a boy, or quite the reverse?
You can call in the morning and ask the nurse.      

 

by Ogden Nash

In the Mist of Morning

 

In the mist of morning you call me

With tender reminders of just one thing.

Just one thing is neccessary,

Just one thing is needful:

To sit at your feet and listen.