Friday, July 29, 2011

Friday Felicities - 7/29/11


Friday Felicities

My Mom now texts
Mom and Wayne just passed the Alabama state line
Corey and David will be home tomorrow
Haydn has been playing with wires and batteries
My house is pretty and clean
My stairs (down to the craft room) now look like books
Finally reading 1984
Haydn watched Fahrenheit 451 with me
Egg and cheese on toast
Haydn has been full of funny this week
Shipping someone a happy
Writing with a fountain pen

HT

Monday, July 25, 2011

Multitudes on Monday - 7/25/11

1000 Gifts (1801-1850)

Trying on Tiffany frames
Running into Peggy Webb at Lens Crafters
Running into Caitlyn Wilson at the mall
My phone works again
David is excited about his show tomorrow
David can dress himself
Two books in the mail from Ashley
Finding name ideas in academic reading
Hebrew letters
Hebrew words
Finally remembering Cheri's shirt
David singing Christmas songs at the table
Writing a sestina in a parking lot
One hour of peaceful conversation
Lovely nap this afternoon
David rehearsing
Corey home early to surprise us
Snickers and Reeses ice cream
Homemade pudding pops
Jewish baby name website: Kveller
Painting "Harry Potter" on the stairs
New container of Tic Tacs
Hearing Corey say nice things about me on the phone
Surprise visit from Mandy on Tuesday
Clear white light
David excited about his play today
David telling me he misses his brother
David dancing on stage
David in his camp shirt
"Jimpressions" on youtube
Youth retreat moved to my house with zero panic
Island covered in teen-food. LOL!
Lit discussions on Facebook
My big brother looking handsome in a tux
David emptying trash without complaint
Compliments on my book stairs
April P knew about Ozma!
Red velvet brownies made by Lee Anne Grace
Bert and David made it safely to TN
Haydn and I made it safely home to Tupelo
Andi calling my name across the yard
Haydn telling me, "Andi is awesome."
Andi liked her birthday gift.
Giggling at Google+ video
Name meanings in the book
"Gimme Gimme" verse on the wall
Bright orange cardstock

HT

Friday, July 22, 2011

Friday Felicities - 7/22/11


Friday Felicities

Finished writing Chapter 6 today
David spent the last few mornings at theater camp
Laughing at Junie B. Jones with David
Bagel with cream cheese for breakfast
David's play in an hour
Haydn having a good visit with his grandparents
My sister-in-law, Lynn. I just love her.

Wednesday, July 20, 2011

Poem Scribbled On My Way Out The Door, Last Friday



I thought about chemotherapy this morning,
because I was thinking about you.
I thought about the UV drip of poison,
and - for a moment -
I felt angry at God for this.
When we are broken and fallen,
He does not heap us with fear and lies.
In God's world, our world of God,
poison is not the path to healing.

But then I remembered how
In God's world, our world of God,
things are all flipped upside down.
Suddenly, I could see the liquid cocktail of chemo
as Christ-Truth, poisoning Satan-lies.
The medicine like His word
shot straight into veins,
killing the cancer and eating the fear.

If this makes you whole again,
I will look for God in it,
because I trust the Father to love you
even more than I can,
and I know He hates the cancer
that attacked His child, He loves you
even more than I can love you,
and what looks like poison
is not always poison.

Sometimes, what looks like new pain
is only the bridge, making way
for new love.

Tuesday, July 19, 2011

Don't We All?

I have written 4 complete chapters and started a 5th.
I am 25% of the way to my goal.
I enjoyed a writers group tonight.
I ordered new glasses this week.
I hate spending money on glasses.
I have to order Haydn new glasses soon, as well.
I am enjoying the slightly Jewish slant on tradition in my novel.
I finally read The Help.
I am flying through a Judy Blume novel right now.
I am considering The Lacuna for my next read.
Not sure.
Almost have enough points to earn another $10 Amazon gift card.
One of the girls at church is going to lend me Paper Towns.
That has been on my To Read list for almost three years.
I keep panicking, like I am wasting my time on this story.
So I keep picturing JK Rowling, writing in a coffee shop.
I see her nudge the baby carriage with one toe, rocking it.
I see her wondering, "Who cares about this geeky wizard kid?"
I see rejection notices for Harry Potter.
I realize I have to finish writing this book and TRY to publish it.
I only fail if I quit.
Haydn is enjoying a week with Corey's parents.
Next week, it will be David's turn.
Then my parents will come visit for a whole week.
*grins*
Corey took David with him to help paint the Smithville house.
The youth did a mission trip there last week.
They joined a Habitat crew and built a house.
A whole house, y'all.
Those kids rock my socks.
I wrote the quiet times.
God used those quiet times and a boy from Estonia.
I was reminded that God sees and knows and shares His love.
It was a week I appreciated the reminder.
Sometimes, I feel like I cannot have enough faith.
I want to just fix it, and I can't.
So we go on living in the broken world.
We just go on living in this broken world.
Don't we all?

Multitudes on Monday - 7/18/11

1000 Gifts (1701-1800)

She's pregnant!
Being right
When Haydn is happy
The smell of just-out-of-the-oven peanut butter cake
Picking a bday gift for Andi
Giggling over shared crazy with Leila
Boys' excitement of "Tech Decks"
Doing a favor for Corey
Peanut butter cake = yummy!
Smelling the boy's popcorn
Willpower to resist said popcorn
Kid lit
Friends helping with novel
Call from Corey during a trip
Picture Ashley drew... "She was never alone..."
DVRing for Corey
Ashley likes the start of the novel
Naming characters
Naming locations
Mulling over aspects of this made-up society
Chatting with Anne Rice in the library
Borrowing Lynn's copy of The Help
I wrote three pages yesterday
Bowled 143
Both boys broke 100 bowling
Started The Help
Tomorrow is HP premiere
Actually slept well last night
Getting the hang of G+
Pizza in the oven for me!
When Haydn looks at me, commiserating. LOL!
My white kitchen timer. Life saver!
Blue and purple paint
Top step painted
Only one step to go
Waking up on my own before 8 AM
Corey will be home tonight!!
Gayle feeling better
Adrenaline
On the news
Feeling like Cinderella
Mrs. Weasley killing Bellatrix
Applause in the movies
All the youth in creative costumes
Running to the bathroom
Random people pictures
Finally meeting Carlie
Giggling after midnight
The Gospel is everywhere, even in HP.
Dark brown dirt
Red Spice paint
This pretty green ink
Word-count widget on blog
Haydn chattering to Pawpaw
Car ride with Haydn
Brownie bites
Chocolate chip cookies
Wrote another 1000 words today
Sugar/meat inspiration
Lovely chicken compliments
Seeing my costume by the bed
Catching up on sleep today
SNL funnies with Corey before bed
Looking at pictures again
Rachel's book suggestions
Beautiful scarves
Long phone-talk with Mama yesterday
Morning alone in quiet house
Bright yellow paint on last stair
Spotify invite
Wrote my 1000 words
Kell's story of love
One kid home
Corey napping peacefully
Angry Birds Stonehenge picture
Zoo Pals jingle reminds me of my kids as babies
MP's text
Boy from Estonia appears again
Hubby not against exchange student
Meat browned and saved
Clean trim around kitchen
Pink and purple school supplies
Peace sign bookbag
Playroom is semi-clean
Invites to share
Sliding memories into binder
Backpack of school supplies ready to go
David nervous about theater camp
Brilliant sunlight in playroom
Writing lela-prophesy while I shower
Sugar/meat in book ... make myself giggle
Youth adopting for bookbag project
Writing at ATL Bread
Cheese croissant
Finished Chapter 3
David's first day of theater camp
Ingredients for pizza soup

Saturday, July 16, 2011

Etcetera, Etcetera

It has been a bit since I have done a simple post of just me and whatever is in my head.  No big theological topic (although, I have something brewing about what the church could learn from Harry Potter premiere gatherings), no Meme, no lists or pictures or poems. Just my brain... my brain on blog.

If you look to the right side of your screen (assuming you are reading on my actual blog and not Google reader or some similar service), you will notice a new widget.  A word count widget, to be precise.  I started writing a story about Sanna, here on my blog, but I have decided to finish it out of the public sector.  I am excited about where the story is going.  At the very least, one copy will be self-published and printed as a gift for my step-daughter's 12th birthday. If I am satisfied with the finished-product, I may shop it around.  Maybe I will search for an agent.  I don't really know.  Right now, I am just writing it.  It feels good to write fiction after a long break from telling stories.

Yesterday, I drove to Fort Payne, AL, where I handed my oldest son over to his Pawpaw.  They continued onto TN and I turned around and drove home.  I did all of this after barely sleeping the night before.  I had gone to the Harry Potter midnight premiere and come home hopped up on adrenaline. I read and then finally fell asleep, only to wake up screaming and smacking the sheets.  I had dreamed about large blue spiders. They were made out of thread and somehow embroidered themselves onto my quilt. They came alive and were slowly unraveling and rethreading and advancing across the blanket toward my head.  Corey had to snap me out of it. All that, and I went to the bathroom during the spider part of the movie. Ai yi yi!

I am plotting another tattoo.  I want the word "poet" in typewriter font.  I am not sure where to put it.  My first choice is the inside of my left arm.  Across the wrist is also a possibility. It would look good on the back of my neck, but then I could never see it myself.  And I just don't understand tattoos that I cannot look at.

Corey spent a week in Smithville, along with a group of our youth, building a Habitat house.  They all did a great job, and I am so proud.  I drove up there, one day, and looking at Smithville felt so strange.  It has been cleaned up a lot, but it is so empty.

Yesterday, coming back from AL, I missed my regular exit and let GPS wind me through some unfamiliar Birmingham territory to get back on route. I drove through an area decimated by the tornadoes in April.  Unlike Smithville, no one has cleaned up there. It looks as though the tornado passed just yesterday. My heart felt like a boulder in my chest, as I drove past crippled trees, their roots pointing to heaven, and houses that will never be lived in again. Glass remains shattered. Buildings are still just rubble.  No one has helped those people.  Oh, Church, if we were all doing the most we can, what mountains we could move.

Thursday, July 14, 2011

Guest Post by the Hubster: Part 5 (final)


Another theological theme that became apparent in this struggle was immigration, or more specifically, non-documented immigrants.  Though I did not find much evidence that it was discussed often in the Taco Bell boycott, it can still be heavily tied into both slavery and racism and was part of the campaign.  It was briefly mentioned in the beginning of the struggle that many workers did not make a stand against their bosses for fear of being deported, among other things.  Though Christians are hotly divided on this topic, the Scriptures reveal that God wanted the Hebrews to be kind and welcoming to those who were alien to the land.  God reminded the people that they, too, were once aliens in a foreign land (Egypt) and should remember that for future generations (Deut. 10:18-19).  In all honesty, we who are white Americans were also “illegal immigrants” at one time.  Just because an immigrant does not have the proper paperwork that allows them to be “legal” in our country, it does not mean that they are to be considered  less of a human being or less deserving of rights.  We were all created as part of God’s creation and though there is a need for governments and order, we should always remember that the land we live upon is not truly ours and the borders of countries are man made.

The fight for justice, dignity and equality is something that, whether we realize it or not, invades and effects all of our lives.  While researching this labor campaign, my brain made a very unexpected, ironic, and more than likely, a very unrelated connection between the Taco Bell boycott and the movie industry.  In 1998, at the beginning of the Immokalee struggle, a movie by Disney/Pixar was released - A Bug’s Life.  In this movie, a colony of ants is being terrorized by a group of large, oppressive grasshoppers.  The grasshoppers, as a show of domination, enslave and force the colony to gather large portions of food for the grasshoppers to eat off of during the winter.  This “system” works year after year with no real complaints from the ants, until one fateful day when an imaginative ant called Flick accidently dumps the offering into a nearby stream.  The grasshoppers, causing fear by threatening violence and death, tell them to replace it, even though it will leave the ants nothing to live on for the winter season.  Sound familiar thus far?

Here is where the connection became even stronger.  Realizing that they will have no food left for the winter, they decide to fight back against the giants.  Flick, who seems like a nobody, ends up organizing the colony against the grasshoppers.   The movement started with a few, but when the fear of individuals subsided, and the strength in numbers was realized, they forced the oppressive grasshoppers to leave, which liberated them and restored their dignity. 

So, what was the irony in this?  The company of the movie is based out of two states: Florida and California.  The production studios for the movie are located just forty miles from the headquarters of Taco Bell in Irvine, CA.  The other headquarters of Disney just one hundred and sixty miles from the workers of Immokalee, FL.  There is probably no connection at all between the movie and the CIW’s struggle.  However, I find that the plot of this movie, so eerily similar to the plot of the Immokalee workers lives, cannot be merely a coincidence.  If nothing else, it showed that this fight for civil and economic justice is instilled deep within our souls.  How easy was it for us to watch a movie and understand the plight of the ants (ants!) and see the need for their liberation, but so easily overlook the plight of the farm workers and miss the need for their liberation?!

The workers did not miss it.  They saw the need, organized together, and with the growing support of the community (as well as students and religious organizations from all over the country) were finally liberated from the tyranny of their modern day Goliath.  Just like their struggle is now spreading to other giants and for other farm workers, the struggle to open the eyes and hearts of more people to their plight continues as well.  For Lucas Benitez, this can be the hardest step, because it sometimes gives the impression that he lives in two different worlds.  At a 2003 speech in Washington D.C. (where he was receiving the RFK Human Rights Award), he told of being confused because, just the day before, he attended a march for human rights in Miami, and it looked like something out of an action movie, with of the presence of police in riot gear; the next day he was honored for his work toward human rights.
“Truth is, my compañeros and I are confused. It's hard for us to understand in which of the two worlds we actually live-in the world where the voice of the poor is feared and protest in defense of human rights is considered the gravest of threats to public security? Or in the world where the defense of human rights is celebrated and encouraged in the pursuit of a more just and equitable society?"  (Asbed).

It is up to us to help clear up the confusion as to which world we live in.  May we never forget that we worship a God who is for the oppressed, downtrodden and those cast away by society.  May we never forget that God calls us to do the same.



Wednesday, July 13, 2011

Guest Post by the Hubster: Part 4

To add to the challenge, the weather was not cooperating.  Rev. Damico, present during the hunger strike, wrote in her journal of her experience, “Sunny California is being deluged with sheeting rain. The workers scurry to collect their things and get shelter under the tarps. But it’s too late. Everyone and everything is completely soaked. But despite the wet and cold, spirits are high” (Damico, “Fast for Fair Food”).  Day two of the strike began the same.  “Six a.m. I rise and pray for Taco Bell. The rain is driving down hard. I’m hoping that the company will have compassion and see these workers and offer to dialogue with them” (Damico, “Fast for Fair Food”).  The workers extreme sacrifice, and Rev. Damico’s prayers,  would be answered as within eight weeks of the end of the strike, Taco Bell was sitting down with Benitez and the CIW.  However, the negotiations were sluggish and frustrating as they were still going on after two years (Murthy, “The Battle Fields”).

The final tactic that the CIW used was called the “Taco Bell Truth Tour.”  This is what Dennis Jacobsen would call agitation.  “Agitation is a means of getting others to act out of their own power and self-interest, out of their vision for their life...Relationship is a prerequisite of agitation” (Jacobsen 66).  Though Taco Bell avoided claiming the relationship with the Immokalee workers, it was there.  The workers also understood that Taco Bell was not their direct employer, but knew that they had influence and power over their suppliers, such as the owners of the tomato fields of south Florida in which they worked.  What the CIW wanted was to get Taco Bell to act out of their own power and self-interest to help the farm workers that provided part of their tomato supply.  They needed to agitate the corporate giant into moving as their other tactics seemed to be ignored.

The first tour began in 2002 when two busloads of workers left the fields of Immokalee and drove to the Taco Bell headquarters “which culminated in a demonstration of 2,000 workers and supporters outside the company’s blue, glass office tower in Irvine, in California’s Orange County” (Bacon, “No Quiero”).   This was a tactic that was used every year until their victory in 2005.  Through this tour they were changing the identity of the Taco Bell brand, effectively hurting the company’s image.  “Instead of the standard association of Taco Bell with a little, quirky talking Chihuahua, they associated Taco Bell with farm workers virtually enslaved in the fields” (Murthy, “The Battle Fields”).  Though it is not known with any certainty, this is seemingly what pushed the corporation to finish negotiations.

News of victory came during the “Truth Tour” of 2005.  “Just as the 2005 Taco Bell Truth tour was arriving in Louisville , Kentucky, home of Taco Bell's parent company. They've won EVERY demand made as a requirement for ending the boycott campaign, with a legally-binding document signed by Taco Bell” (“Support the Taco Bell Boycott,” CLR). ../AppData/Local/Temp/(http:/www.clrlabor.org/campaigns/Bell/bell.htm). On March 8, 2005 a press conference was held at the YUM! headquarters there in Louisville where the Vice President of the company finally claimed the direct relationship to the workers in Immokalee.  “Taco Bell has taken a leadership role in social responsibility today by helping the CIW to improve the working and pay conditions for farm workers on the tomato fields in Florida” (Murthy, “The Battle Fields”). 

Taco Bell “agreed to enforce human rights standards in the fields, holding their suppliers accountable for the treatment of their workers and they would pay 1¢ more a pound for tomatoes directly to the workers themselves” (Murthy, “The Battle Fields”).  Rev. Noelle Damico said, “It’s precedent setting.  Never before in history has a fast food company paid money back down their supply chain so that it would address the workers sub-poverty wages” (Murthy, “The Battle Fields”).  The boycott was over.  The fight against injustice, however, did not cease as the CIW moved on to McDonald’s (they reached an agreement in 2007), Burger King (they reached an agreement in 2008), Subway (also reached an agreement in 2008), as well as college campus food services such as Aramark and Sodexo  to continue the struggle (“Immokalee 101,” CIW).

This is seemingly a never ending battle.  Injustice is everywhere, in present times as well as in ancient history.  This story is eerily similar to the story of Egypt.  On January 27, 2011 our class was taught the meaning of “corvée” labor, or state slaves.  The Hebrews came to Egypt as guest people, escaping the famine in Canaan.  According to the rabbinic Midrash, “The Israelites were at first paid wages for their work… Then the wages were withheld, and they were simply forced to work” (Gathje/Gienapp Jan 27, 2011).  Looking at the Immokalee situation, they, too, were also paid in the beginning, albeit not very well, but paid nonetheless.  However, with inflation coupled with no wage increase in thirty years, they, too, were quickly moved towards slavery and captivity.  They would eventually be working much more and paid the equivalent of nothing.

With this comparison as a backdrop, it then begged the question, what were the theological implications and issues behind the Taco Bell labor campaign?  The first one that stood out, especially in light of the Exodus story, was the issue of slavery.  Greg Asbed of the CIW writes of the slave-like conditions, “The exploitation experienced by farmworkers today can only be described as humiliating and inhumane.  In fact, the vast majority of US farmworkers find themselves facing conditions somewhere along a continuum from sweatshops to actual modern-day slavery” (Asbed).  In addition, La Prensa, a newspaper in San Diego reported in 2002, “In the past five years the CIW has provided the Florida Department of Justice documentation of three slavery operations” (Bacon, “No Quiero”).  This was in modern day America, not the 1860s when slavery was common.  “One southwest Florida employer cited held over 400 people in bondage, forcing them to work 10- to 12-hour days, six days a week, for as little as $20 a day. Armed guards stood watch in the fields and work camps where pickers lived” (Bacon, “No Quiero”).  The Bible is very clear that God is on the side of the oppressed.  These workers, and their families, have been oppressed and on the fringe of society for a very long time.  As God believers, whether Christians or Jews, we were called to stand with, and for, these farm hands. 

In the case of the CIW, this was exactly what happened.  Local churches began to stand up for the organization.  They marched and protested with the workers.  The PC(USA) Campaign for Fair Food, a ministry of the Presbyterian Church (USA), has walked along side the CIW all the way through the boycott and beyond.  There have been other churches and denominations who have done the same:

“Through the Campaign for Fair Food, the Presbyterian Church (U.S.A.) has joined with the Roman Catholic Church, the Episcopal Church, the United Methodist Church, the United Church of Christ, the Christian Church (Disciples of Christ), and many other faith bodies to work side-by-side with the CIW farm workers toward a more sustainable and just food system.” (“Background on the CFF,” PC(USA))

With the injustice of slavery comes a whole list of other theological issues: human dignity, exploitation of God’s creation, misuse of power, etc.  Any of these could be expounded upon and cases be built upon the themes.  However, here in the South, there was another theological issue that stood out: racism. 

“Three decades ago, when Edward R. Murrow produced “Harvest of Shame,” the celebrated expose of semi-slave conditions among Florida farm workers, the state’s tomato pickers were African-Americans and Black immigrants from the Caribbean. While Haitians still make up a significant percentage of that work force today, most Immokalee residents today are Mexican and Guatemalan.” (Bacon, “No Quiero”)

On many of the Taco Bell Truth Tours, strategic stops were made in Atlanta, Ga, Montgomery, AL, and Memphis, TN because of the obvious correlations between the Civil Rights movement and the CIW labor campaign.  Martin Luther King, Jr. also knew that the two topics of civil rights and economics went hand in hand and had made sure to tie the two together in many of his speeches.  Following his example, the CIW made similar speeches all across the country, making sure the public knew the campaign had civil rights roots as well. 

Part 3

Monday, July 11, 2011

Sanna (2)

Having just turned 11, Sanna was taking full advantage of her new-found freedom.  No lela girl, from birth until she turned 11, was allowed to wander past the gates of her own home without one parent in attendance. As a result, all Sanna knew of the city was her own cave dwelling, the street leading to the Temple of the Queen, where the community gathered for worship and gift-declaring once a year, and the market place, where her mother sold quilts.  The quilts were handmade, each stitch a tiny piece of perfection, each square of cloth carefully selected.  

I should tell you, before we go on, that cloth woven by a woman from the clan of Sarai is not like the cloth we have on Earth.  The two substances resemble one another only slightly. Our cloth, as wonderful as silk and cotton and wool may be, is only an imperfect reflection of cloth woven by these particular lelas.  The weavers of Sarai are women blessed with one of three gifts: healing, knowing, or assuring. As a result of the first gift, the cloth they create could be used on a sickbed to bring health.  Healing, however, is a decidedly uncommon gift. Only one girl from each generation is blessed with it on Declaration Day, and she is often a fragile girl in ill-health.  It seemed a joke of Ahmah, to gift the dying with life. If the girl was lucky, she would weave some beautiful material before she passed.  The healing could not be used for her own needs. No gifting can be used for selfish gain. This was a protection set by Ahmah, in the beginning of days, before anyone Sanna knew could remember living.

The third gift, assuring, was what made lela quilts snuggle around a person, fitting perfectly to the problems of their day. Assuring could also be understood as encouraging. But, a lela with this gift could offer more than a pep talk before you approached a challenging activity. Rather, she could whisper words that made you know your own strength. She could bake sweets that rejuvenated your courage. She could weave bolts of cloth that would one day cheer a mother suffering loss or a warrior facing certain defeat. It was the gift of mother and grandmother, raising her children to know who they are.

Aloiaye, Sanna's mother, was not gifted with healing or assuring. She had stood on the golden floor in the Temple and watched as silver stars fell down upon her. They landed on her skin and seeped slowly inside her body, joining the blood of her veins. She had the gift of knowing. This isn't the same as the psychics you are probably thinking of. Aloiaye, or Alo, as her husband often called her, could not see the future. She did not read minds or guess what card you were holding behind your back. No, this was a more subtle gift.  This gift was what left her sighing at the mouth of their cave, watching her daughter sing to the fish. Deep inside her heart, Alo knew that turning 12 would mean more to Sanna than it had meant to her.

Sanna had come to the edge of the market square and paused to wait on her best friend, Laiel. Lai would be rushing from her own cave, trailing the shouts of her mother, "Be careful! Stay close! Be safe!" Lai's mother was very protective and not taking well to the freedom given 11 year old girls in the city of Sarai, dwelling of the clan of Sarai, birthplace of the current queen.

"Sorry," Lai panted as she skidded to a stop near Sanna's bag and walking stick. "I tried to get out earlier, but you know my mother."

"What will she do when you turn 12?" Sanna laughed. "Does she plan to serve alongside you in the Temple?"

Lai blushed scarlet. "She would if they would let her. I don't know how she will take it if my gift is one that calls me away. She has her heart set on me knowing, just as she knows."

"How is it that both of our mothers know, but they still worry nonstop?" Sanna lifted her bag and tossed it over one shoulder. 

Lai picked up the walking stick and passed it to her friend. "And never tell us whatever it is that they supposedly know. You would think our giftings would be clear to them already."

Humming, Sanna turned her eyes to the peak of Mount Lelalanai. Lai started walking down the path and did not hear the quiet reply, "Maybe they are."

Sanna (1)

***fiction***

Sanna stilled her feet in the blue water, tiny fish sparkling between her toes and curling shiny circles about her calves. As they swam about, their fins tickling her skin, they sang. They sang, and it was the most beautiful sound she had ever heard, like bells caroling or chimes tinkling. She sang along in her own shaky voice. Each word she mouthed was like the unsteady climb up Mount Lelalanai, hands and feet searching for a rock to hold onto or a shelf of stone to rest upon.

Leaning against the cave wall, Sanna's mother, Aloiaye, smiled and hummed to herself.  Her humming was almost silent, more a quiet purring than a song.  After a moment, she felt the vibration of her husband's own low hum, behind her. She reached back to take Shalom's hand, and they watched their daughter together.  The first of the three suns was sinking below the horizon, and it's pink light stretched soft fingers across Sanna's golden hair.

"Eleven," Aloiaye breathed.

"Eleven,' Shalom repeated.

"Only another year," Sanna's mother began to hum again.

"Praise Ahmah," Sanna's father whispered. "We have another year."

Multitudes on Monday - 7/11/11

1000 Gifts (1601-1700)

  • Chatting ereader covers in BaM
  • Pencil grip may help Haydn
  • The desire to journal stirring within
  • Yellow and black dress fits so well
  • Corey's help with discipline
  • The boys interacting with new pastor
  • Hugs from Amy Thomas
  • Khadijah wore a beautiful dress today
  • Lasagna cooking for dinner
  • How it feels to near the end of the laundry pile
  • Seeing Shannon and Brigid at church
  • Form poetry beginning to feel natural
  • Planning to help more at the Inspiration
  • Copying "just right" lines
  • Keri Smith's books
  • Maps and Windows by Jane Cooper
  • Writing a long letter
  • Pop-art bookmark for Ashley Q
  • Pink ribbon envelopes
  • Photo-copies
  • Adhesive squares instead of messy glue
  • Silver hologram paper scraps
  • Working in garden with Corey
  • Kindle texts with my sister
  • Bookmark made
  • Less pests
  • "Naked" quote in novel I am reading
  • Corey's compliments on my shorts
  • "These are not the droids you are looking for."
  • How well he knows me
  • The phrase "Lady Poet"
  • Reorganized pantry
  • Boys brought in ALL the groceries
  • Sliding chickens into the oven
  • Haydn watching me cook
  • iTunes in the kitchen
  • "I love you because" on my wall
  • Completing started projects
  • Card got to Candy and Mac today
  • Christine ordered 1000 Gifts
  • Spiritual truth found in fiction
  • Anniebelle. She makes me smile.
  • Seeing Auburn shirts and thinking of Cheri
  • Corey excited by kitchen smells
  • Cousin talk with friends on Facebook. LOL!
  • Corey delivering pie
  • Both boys rode with their daddy.
  • Watching Modern Family with Corey
  • The way Pocus stands up to eat
  • Long afternoon best friend chat
  • Burning candles in a clean house
  • The boys' help with trash today
  • Haydn broke 100 bowling.
  • Haydn cheering for David
  • Image of a girl becoming an autumn, red-leafed, tree
  • 42
  • Etsy store of bookish items
  • Red skirt
  • Val and Emily today!!
  • Writing in dates on a clean calendar
  • Being told I have a "way with words"
  • Friends in the guestroom
  • Hearing Valerie point out Natalie
  • Morning hugs from Val and Em
  • Winning a prize at the poetry party
  • Time to write quiet times
  • Andi wearing Emily's tiaras
  • Sherry hugs
  • Logan's dinner rolls
  • Waiter flirting with Emily
  • Peanut fight
  • Seeing a friend at Walmart
  • Bedrest pillow
  • BBQ sauce on chicken legs
  • Sliced yellow squash
  • Evening chat with Valerie
  • Completing 6 quiet times
  • Compliment on my writing from Laura P
  • Ahh... quiet after chaos
  • ReThink Church
  • Fushigi as crystal ball
  • Excited about outfit/costume for Thurs
  • Finally placed 2 shelves
  • Great idea for coffee table downstairs
  • Ashley's boards at Pinterest
  • "I love you because" you have a sprinkle of freckles
  • Cleaned out "lost" basket in kitchen
  • Navy blue toe nails
  • Morning text convo with Beth
  • Psalm of David fleeing Absalom
  • Plenty of scarves to mail
  • Looking at "Trash the Dress" photos
  • Haydn had a calm afternoon
  • Finished reading delightful fairy tale
  • House quiet with sleepy boys
  • Pic of Ash and me on my wedding day
  • Day 1 of mission trip complete
  • Red dress
  • Sunday morning compliments
  • Time with the Thomas family
  • Our church's "Gathering" room
  • Camille in her pretty blue dress
  • Blue dots on toe nails
  • Seeing Matt, Chuck and Jeff
  • New owls settled onto shelf
  • Ruby slippers holding Olivia picture
  • Up and ready before 8 AM

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