Saturday, April 23, 2011

Holy Saturday


Holy Saturday, traditionally, marks the day that Jesus remained in the tomb.

Holy Saturday also, however, marks the day that Jeremy and I first told each other we loved each other. Those of you who know our story know it was a little dramatic, but it made that Easter very very happy. :)

Also, Tuesday is our three-year wedding anniversary.

All of this makes me very happy...on Holy Saturday.


Wednesday, April 20, 2011

rediscovered

I just ran across this song I used to love - way back in high school, believe it or not.

And, unlike many things from high school, I still love it today. :)

First, a little backstory. It's composed by Edwin McCain (yes, the same Edwin McCain of "I'll Be" fame), using words of a World War 2 poem he found in a nurse's desk. Here's a little more of the backstory, from the Oakland Tribune (Sunday, December 17, 1961):

"It was the summer of 1942, and things were not going well for us in the war," said Elma Dean in her quiet voice, "and so many of our sons, some of my friend's sons, were being killed. I was going around with tears in my eyes."

Her tears for the heartbreak of other mothers were crystalized in a poem, "Letter to St. Peter, " and the tiny Oakland housewife suddenly became known around the world. Her sonnet of lament for boys so young to die, and hope that something would make up for what they missed down here, brought her letters from mothers throughout the nation, was inscribed on the wall of an American cemetery in England, was read by a United States senator at another cemetery in Europe, and found its way even into the National Geographic and the Congresssional Record.

"It was a maybe a little sentimental," said the author "and it isn't the best poem I've done, but it was what the public liked the best. I've been in many anthologies--not the vanity kind--but I am happiest about being in Louis Untermeyer's 'Mid-Century Edition of Modern American and British Poetry"-- and it was another poem, one from the New Yorker."

In the process or becoming a poet, winning awards and getting into anthologies, Elma also enjoyed being a wife and mother--and now grandmother. [About her husband's reaction to her poetry,] "I'm afraid he's an admirer of mine," said Elma with a gentle, hazel-eyed smile. "When I showed the St. Peter poem to him, as I always do when I think I've done something any good, he said, "this will make the readers Digest."
by Kay Wahl.

So, without further ado, enjoy a little Edwin - start the video around 46 seconds if you want to skip his intro... (lyrics posted after the song):



Let them in, Peter
For they are very tired
Give them couches where the angels sleep
And light those fires
Let them wake whole again
To brand new dawns
Fired by the sun
Not war-times bloody guns
May their peace be deep
Remember where the broken bodies lie
God knows how young they were
To have to die

You know God knows how young they were
To have to die

Give them things they like
Let them make some noise
Give dance hall bands not golden harps
To these our boys
Let them love Peter
For they've had no time
They should have bird songs and trees
And hills to climb
The taste of summer
And a ripened pear
And girls as sweet as meadow wind
And flowing hair
And tell them how they are missed
But say not to fear
It's gonna be all right
With us down here

Let them in, Peter
For they are very tired
Give them couches where the angels sleep
And light those fires
Let them wake whole again
To brand new dawns
Fired by the sun
Not war-times bloody guns
May their peace be deep
Remember where the broken bodies lie
God knows how young they were
To have to die

You know God knows how young they were
To have to die

And tell them how they are missed
But say not to fear
It's gonna be all right
With us down here

It's gonna be all right
With us down here


Thursday, February 17, 2011

how to be awesome

The other day, I had a lot of fun with this.

Yes, I am a girl.

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

Welcome Back

Sometimes I wish I could resurrect this thing. And then I it hit me: I can! So - here's a shout out to Hehoff. This one's for you.

This was my day today:
5:30-7:45 am - study for Hebrew quiz
8:00-8:10 - Hebrew quiz
8:10-9:50 - Hebrew class
10:00-12:00 - staff meeting
12:00-1:00 - lunch with Jeremy
1:00-4:00 - work
4:00-5:00 - errands
5:10-6:20 - choir rehearsal
6:30-7:00 - pick up the mess left from a busy night of studying and paper-writing last night
7:00-8:00 - dinner and clean-up

My day tomorrow:
1:00 pm - meeting

Tomorrow is a glorious day.

Sunday, September 12, 2010

Ginormous Update Part 1

Oh blog, I have neglected you. I have a ton of pictures to update, but I must admit...there was a lot of cheating. Lots and lots of cheating.

I've had a very busy summer, and, as a result, pictures sorta fell along the wayside. However, I had a few great trips this summer, so I'll fill in the (rather large) holes with those. But, rest assured, I intend to get back on the 365 train. Today.

Also, I'm not sure how much patience I have to do this, so I'll do this in more than one part. Here's part 1:

July 31: snuggle time

August 1: There was WATER in here! Usually, this "river" around the Rose Bowl looks like a concrete slab. I had to document it.


August 4: coffee


August 6: Chillin' in the Catalyst (at Fuller)


August 7: Starbucks, a necessary paper-writing tool.
August 8: antique bottles at the Rose Bowl Flea Market

August 8a: antique pipes at the Rose Bowl Flea Market. Reminded me of my grandpa...



August 9: My new office.


August 12: Me in my new office.

August 13: Awesome doors in Old Sacramento, California


August 14: More Old Sacramento


August 14a: We're married. It's okay.


August 14b: Apparently we did a lot of kissing in Old Sacramento.

August 15: Ian's baptism day


August 15a: More of Ian's baptism

August 16: Driving in LA. Always.

August 20: Palm trees when the sun started setting, so the light was cool.


August 21: Knott's Berry Farm!


August 22: Yes, the sky turned purple.


August 23: Jeremy and me at the Dave Matthews Band concert at the Hollywood Bowl

August 24: at Fuller


August 25: Scrabble, our new favorite pastime



Some holes were filled in with multiple pictures from one day; the other holes will be filled in with a ridiculous amount of pictures from my trip. But, that's all I have patience for right now!

Wednesday, July 21, 2010

Baby Ian

This installment of pictures features, among other things, my new nephew, Ian. I missed a few days, so instead of faking it and taking make-up pictures, I'll just throw in some extra pictures of the new baby. Because he's just that cute.

July 10: I fell when I was running. This was my battle wound.


July 11: I've grown out of my hatred of all things nuts. I now love cashews. It's just all the other ones I don't like...


July 15: beautiful, beautiful sunset...


July 16: rocks in our apartment complex


July 17: morning dew...or, water from the sprinklers


July 18: California road trip!


July 19a: Meet Ian! And my sister, Ian's mommy.


July 19b: tiny foot


July 20: cute sleepy time


July 21: please note the red hair. Too cute.

Friday, July 9, 2010

back in the game

Well, neglected blog. You need some pictures. The last picture I posted was from our last day at Disneyland (sigh). Since then, I've been walking around the neighborhood, posing with my husband, capturing my sleepy dog, spending a week at a camp with some junior highers in our youth group, and getting horribly, horribly sick. So - here's what my camera saw (along with a little bit of cheating).

June 16: A walk to the pharmacy turned into a photo shoot. Why not?


June 17: Vine overload!


June 18: A smaller vine. I like this one better.


June 19: Pasadena Chalk Festival. People drew chalk art all over the sidewalks in one of the main shopping/entertainment centers of Pasadena. Pretty cool stuff.


June 20: I wish I knew what this tree is called...


June 21: I didn't take this, but it was on my camera. And I really like it. Except my arm looks huge. Oh well.


June 22: sunshine through petals

June 23: Charlie, chilling as usual. This was also the day I took the video of Charlie's life, which you can find in my previous post. If you've ever wondered what it is a basset hound does all day, your answer is in that video.

June 24: baby grapes!


June 25: One of my favorite things ever - cherries. And Jeremy doesn't like them, which means I get the whole bag to myself!

June 26: In case you doubted, Charlie really does lay around a lot.


June 27: Welcome to Camp Dunamis. I spent a week in the mountains as a cabin counselor and worship team member for this camp for junior highers. I went with some kids from our youth group. The camp focused on racial reconciliation and cultural awareness. In my cabin, I had girls from the inner city, from the suburbs, from a Zuni reservation in New Mexico - you name it. It was an interesting week, to say the least - and difficult to hear some of the very very painful things some of the campers had gone through already in their 12 years of life...


June 28: Chalk art outside our cabin at camp. "I am..." was the theme of the camp - knowing who we are in Jesus Christ.


June 29: Still camp. This was the fabled ice cream shop that no one had ever seen open. But there are all the supplies in there, just tantalizing you...


June 30: trees in the mountains


July 1: More trees in the mountains. This was my favorite part of my week at camp - getting to steal away alone for awhile and explore the mountains. I absolutely love being in the mountains.


July 2: Last day at camp. This was my favorite spot in the camp itself - a random set of swings surrounded by trees and huge boulders. I came here a lot during my free moments alone.

July 3-8: Here's my cheating. As soon as I got home from camp, I came down with the stomach flu, in all its glory. So, I didn't take many pictures. And by "many" I mean "none." So, I took this lovely gem as a symbol of my week with the flu, because all I could eat for days was saltine crackers. (Oddly enough, I really like the way this one turned out...)


July 9: We bought a watermelon. I'm starting to wonder if that was a great idea...better get eating!


The end.