My Traveling Shoes

Done found myself a new pair of travelin' shoes to wear on this leg of my journey. Handmade to fit and suit me just right, supportin' and comfortin' me each step of the way.They are wild and colorful as I chose them to be, they suit my personality.
I've traveled so many miles in shoes that someone else bought for me, plain, poorly fitted, worn, second hand, hand me downs. Ohh, they hurt my feet and took me places that I didn't need to go, places that I didn't want to go. For many years I put them on. I was told it was my duty, but my heart was heavy and my cares so many.
Done found myself a new pair of travelin' shoes to wear on this leg of my journey. Handmade to fit and suit me just right, supportin' and comfortin' me each step of the way.They are wild and colorful as I chose them to be, they suit my personality. I bought these shoes. I own these shoes. They are mine.
by Jeanne leigh...copyrighted...2007


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Thursday, December 25, 2008

Christmas


Last night we had a Christmas Eve service at our church where my husband, Jim is pastor. We had a lovely service, short and sweet. My husband shared this from a book called The Hungering Dark by Frederick Buechner. Buechner has a beautiful way of looking at the meaning of Christmas. Enjoy.
Those who believe in God can never in a way be sure of him again. Once they have seen him in a stable, they can never be sure where he will appear or to what lengths he will go or to what ludicrous depths of self-humiliation he will descend in his wild pursuit of man. If holiness and the awful power and majesty of God were present in this least auspicious of all events, this birth of a peasant’s child, then there is no place or time so lowly and earthbound but that holiness can be present there too. And this means that we are never safe, that there is no place where we can hide from God, no place where we are safe from his power to break in two and recreate the human heart because it is where he seems most helpless that he is most strong and just where we least expect him that he comes most fully.

For those who believe in God, it means, this birth, that God himself is never safe from us, and maybe that is the dark side of Christmas, the terror of the silence. He comes in such a way that we can always turn him down—God comes to us in the hungry man we do not have to feed, comes to us in the lonely man we do not have to comfort, comes to us in all the desperate human need of people everywhere that we are always free to turn our backs upon. It means that God puts himself at our mercy not only in the sense of the suffering that we can cause him by our blindness and coldness and cruelty, but the suffering that we can cause him by suffering ourselves. Because that is the way love works, and when someone we love suffers, we suffer with him, and we would not have it otherwise because the suffering and the love are one, just as it is with God’s love for us.
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Frederick Buechner, The Hungering Dark: Harper & Row, 1969, pp. 13-14

Saturday, December 13, 2008

Respecting Ourselves

"Nothing can work damage to me except myself; the harm that I sustain I carry about with me and never am a real sufferer except by my own fault." ~(Ralph Waldo Emerson:Essay on Compensation)


He that respects himself is safe from others; he wears a coat of mail that none can pierce. ~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

It seems some of my worst enemies are those that lie (yes lie!) within me. My critics. Harsh voices from my childhood and fundamentalist faith of my youth. I have without realizing it, internalized these voices. Some of these people aren't even in this world anymore, but their attitudes and words have ruled alot of my past. I tease my husband sometimes saying, I want to live in the land of love. I simply mean that I want all of that to cease. This stuff in my head that goes on...the belittling of myself, the harshness can certainly rob the joy and life right out of me. I want to think of I Corinthians 13 that instructs me to believe the best, yes, even of myself...love is patient, and kind, never harsh.....etc. One day at a time, I am seeking to choose this, to defer to this. I want to truly love and accept myself...just as I am. It is my responsibility to seek this love and respect, to be open and I believe that as I do this, more and more I will recognize those critics and turn away from them just as I would someone speaking harmful, harsh things about any friend I have or better yet, one of my children. No way would I put up with that. Ha! Yes, I want to live in the land of love, by God's grace I will seek this today and each day that I am given.

Monday, December 8, 2008

The Magic of Christmas


Well, we trimmed our Christmas Tree. Love the smell of the pine. The minute you come in the front door you can smell that lovely scent. My grandson, Noah helped us trim our tree and my cat Jada really was enjoying this new space, warm, glowing and well...a tree in the house.. She got quite cosy underneath it. Warmed my heart to see this because Jada is very shy and skiddish. Usually, anything or anyone new in the house will cause her to flee and hide. We really had a lovely time together. We listened to an album of Early American Christmas music. Noah was in wonder of every ornament. He wanted to look at each one and touch them. He got very good at saying, "This one is very fragile." :) We would tell him what the ornament was, if he didn't know and then a little story behind the ornaments that had one. I'm reminded that spending time and sharing ourselves with those we love, our family, friends and pets is a big part of this Christmas season. I am thanking God for all that is given and seeking to give what I can to those around me. Tis the Season to be jolly...Hope each of you that drop by here will be enjoying this Christmas Season immensely!!!!! Blessings to you all!

Sunday, December 7, 2008

Peace on Earth

This morning I read a quote and it was exactly what I needed to hear. These words are the words of an Indiana poet named Max Ehrmann, dated 1927. It is entitled :
Desiderata
"Go placidly amidst the noise and haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence. As far as possible without surrender, be on good terms with all persons. Speak your truth quietly and clearly; listen to others, even the dull and ignorant; they, too, have their story."

Friday, December 5, 2008

Thursday, December 4, 2008

Blogging Again


Perhaps you've noticed that I set this blog up last November and only blogged five times. I'd like to continue this blog now and I feel I'm at a better place for making the time to write. I've journaled a great deal of my life, its just so different writing with pen and book and well, publishing what you write to the public is a whole different matter, isn't it? I'm 57 years old now and look pretty much the part. I've earned every gray hair in my head! I have to say that much of my life I've struggled to become a better person. I guess that is not really a bad thing, but I'm at a different place now. I am much more accepting of myself, right where I am, right now. I've come to feel more at home with myself. Don't get me wrong, I am open to change but that's a lot different then struggling, you know? I feel I'm more present to my life then ever before too. It is what it is. I am open to adventure as well but the everyday ordinary stuff is not so bad either. Well, I'm getting ready to leave for work at the library. Books...what a joy they are! Love to read!!! Sometimes its overwhelming...so many books...so little time. As my sister says, "Make it a great day!!" Peace.

Wednesday, December 3, 2008

Memories of Dinah Washington and Billie Holiday




When I was around nine years old my mother had an album by Dinah Washington and I loved to listen to it. I loved to sing but I was very shy. One day for a moment I forgot myself, thinking no one was listening or close by, I was singing with Dinah's record as loud as I could. Little did I know my ornery brother, Jody came in laughing at the top of his lungs with my oldest brother Dub, Mom and Dad. He was telling me that they wanted me to sign a contract out in California because they heard me all the way out there! ha-ha..I was mortified.Until recently, I had forgotten about her music. I've been listening to Dinah, Ella Fitzgerald, and Billie Holiday. Today I was listening to Duke Ellington and there was a CD of Glenn Miller The Best of the Lost Recordings and Secret Broadcasts. I have enjoyed reconnecting with this music and discovered a few new artists too. I love Madeleine Peyroux's music. She sounds much like she came out of that era. She has a lovely bluesy, jazz voice...smooth and sweet as honey.