Stewardship

Stewardship – Take a Time Out

 

The inner life of a Christian  has to be different.

We don’t walk to the same drummer as many other people.  We need to recognize this and HONOR it.

A  gift  was given to us by our Creator. And, with every gift we are given we see a glimmer of how another person sees us.  With the  gifts we receive, we have insight into who we are. Each gift brings with it a responsibility to be recognized and honored.

Guard your time for it is precious. Set time apart to be alone in solitude. For in being alone and set apart, we can listen to the voice of God and know our purpose.

Busy-ness is not to be desired.

“Crazy Busy” is just that – CRAZY!

“BUSY” is not a virtue.

When is the last time you were still and quiet?  Perhaps you need to be a good steward of your time? Take some “time out” to allow the Holy Spirit to communicate with you and guide your day.

“Be still, and know that I am God; I will be exalted among the nations, I will be exalted in the earth.”  Ps

Psalm 46:1

Article and Photography by Lynda McKinney Lambert.

Copyright, June10, 2017. Lynda McKinney Lambert. All rights reserved.

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Lynda is a Peer Adviser  and writes articles on sight loss and blindness for  Vision Aware Blog

CONTACT ME: riverwoman@zoominternet.net

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My Life as a Pivot

My Life as a Pivot

 

I am pivoted from one location, to another. I turn, and move suddenly to a new route. I change. 

May is the month of graduation ceremonies.  Nearly 3 decades ago, I walked down the aisle in my cap and gown to receive my third, and final, degree.  The formal procession marked the end of 9 years of diligent work in which I earned 3 university degrees at 2 different universities, in 2 different states.  Of course, I was happy to reach the lofty educational goals I set.  But, even so, I had a strange sense of loss because I was leaving the environment of being a student in the myriad of classrooms over those years. I loved being a student. When that final diploma was in my hand, I knew I stood at a fork in the road. This achievement meant that I had reached dividing point between my student-centered life of studies and my new academic life as a professional educator.

 

When students begin to pursue the academic goals that lead to a college degree, they decide to embrace a future-centered environment that will involve them in life-long learning.

I eventually understood that even as a first semester freshmen, a university student is already a professional. It is the decision to begin this journey that propels a student into a professional. It is the decision that marks the change and not the receipt of the final degree.  The final graduation ceremony was the turning point for me because it signified a momentous modification in direction. I mourned the loss of being in a classroom, as a student, for many years. Honestly, I wanted to be a student forever.

On reflection of those years, I can say I wrote more research papers than I can remember. Writing and researching various topics in my fields of fine arts and humanities motivated me and urged me onward in pursuit of wisdom.

I thrived on doing research at the library; searching through the pages of various periodicals or books was a passion.

In the process of writing papers, I discovered new research.  I felt like an archaeologist digging in a multi-layered excavation site. Every page I turned just might lead to a new discovery.  New discoveries revealed a new set of questions and new paths to pursue.

We often find hidden pathways and ancient passages in the debris and dust we gather as we write our papers. There is always something that compels us to explore.  Dig deeper. In the course of researching and writing papers, I experienced the unexpected or unknown.  It is in these pivots of our life that we encounter our true self as we continually ask:

“What if?”  “Now what?” “Where will this lead me?”  “What is this world view?”

Miriam Webster’s Dictionary reveals that a pivot can be a noun or a verb. Yes, I can see it both ways but when I think of this word, pivot, I feel like an action is taking place. This word indicates a movement, to me. Research brings me to new information. New conclusions.

 

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“Thanks for rejoicing with me today.  Isn’t God so wonderful!”

Romans 8:28

 

 

 

Finding a thing

I’ve been cleaning and organizing my office. It’s a room in my home, just off the kitchen where I sit to write everything that ends up in my books, stories, poems, website and blogs.

Why there?  I have “profound sight loss. ” This room holds  the high tech equipment I must use to write, make art,  “see” and communicate with others around the world. Here is where I speak with YOU, on a very good day.  Thank your for visiting with me today.

An enormous part of my world is housed in this room.  A life filled with creating visual art and writing – all my archives are here.

Everything has to be in order and easy to find when I need it. I’ve been working for an entire week to get this room organized – and that means I’ve had to sort through mountains of “things.” I’ve made some exciting discoveries this week as I have been working here.

Just today,  I found a notebook  where  I wrote  some things I wanted to remember, years ago when I could still see.  I wrote notes on the work of Ranier maria Rilke.

This reflection from Rilke  is perfect for today:

“Finding a thing is always enjoyable; a moment before, it wasn’t yet there.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Andy Warhol’s Shoes

Andy Warhol’s Shoes:

in which I am inspired while visiting  the Andy Warhol Museum in Pittsburgh, PA.

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Photo by Delaunay. Copyright 2016. All rights reserved worldwide. 

“Andy Warhol’s Shoes”

Andy Warhol painted shoes

with black ink on white paper

high heels looked like skyscrapers

I saw them on the gallery wall

with black ink on white paper

black patent leather, sharp pointy toes

I saw them on the gallery wall

snapped a photo of those shoes

black patent leather, sharp pointy toes

he must have used a skinny brush

snapped a photo of those shoes

who could wear such shoes?

I wondered

high heels looked like skyscrapers

 my tired feet began to throb

Andy Warhol painted shoes.

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Warhol_DelShoesAbove:  “high heels looked like skyscrapers”

Below: “my feet began to throb…”

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Photo by Lynda McKinney Lambert. Copyright 2016. All rights reserved.
“Andy Warhol’s Shoes,” by Lynda McKinney Lambert, August 12, 2016. Copyright. All rights reserved.

View my Blog at:  Walking by Inner Vision

BIO:

Lynda McKinney Lambert is the author of “Concerti: Psams for the Pilgrimage” published by Kota Press.

Lynda’s poetry and non-fiction essays  appeared in Breath & Shadow; Wordgathering; Magnets & Ladders; and Indiana Voice Journal – among other publications.

Currently, she is working on a new book of short essays, and two collections of poetry for publication in 2017.

Contact Lynda : E-mail to Lynda – click HERE

 

Be My Guest: Francine Kohn

My Special Guest Blogger

for MAY  ~ 2016

 Francine Kohn

California  Artist

 

For each guest blogger, I ask just one question.  “What is on your mind?”

My guests are free to write about whatever they want to say in response to my invitation. Thank you, Francine, for your Guest Blog!

I was raised in Long Beach, California where I have been inspired by a love of bright
colors, dynamic movements of water, and vibrant energy.

In my art, I envision life as colored energy patterns and I use the convergence of matter and spirit to create  form.  I like to  show others how they too can affect real changes in their lives by using their own personal tools and resources.

My artwork  invites you to join me in
connecting with your inner spark and making real changes in your life.
I worked with 3-year old children  and teens who are considered to be at-risk, as well as retired individuals.

This wide variety of experiences laid the groundwork for overcoming a life-threatening event in my personal  life.  I had a form of paralysis from the ribs down.  My  right hand turned into a claw and I experiences significant sight loss in my  right eye; it was  legally blind.

I will share my experiences  when I am a guest blogger in May.

I will relate the personal tools and perception I used and you can use them also to work with the medical professionals for the highest outcome. Discover how I  transformed a death sentence to create a life and relationships prior to event s that challenged me  to enter a life of joy  most of the time!

Visit this blog by clicking here:

“Art & Healing” blog http://www.francinekohnart.com/art–healing-blog.html

Bio for Francine Kohn:

Francine Kohn lives in Southern California.

Francine’s moving art paintings have been exhibited nationally and collected internationally.  She has been interviewed on 3 television shows.
As a teacher and healer, she develops original curriculum inviting
freedom to create, reaffirming the magic and the power of art and
healing to influence perception and understanding.
Francine Kohn Art

 

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Below you will find a quote from a testimonial by  Joni Yacoe, MFT, concerning  Francine working with at-risk teens.

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Of all the work I have done with troubled teenagers, I feel Ms.
Kohn’s project brought out more self-esteem and pride than I have seen
with other modalities.  It was challenging and difficult enough that
they were impressed with their completed work…They were able to
express feelings and how they saw themselves in a form that allowed
them to drop a lot of their defenses.  They were delighted and
somewhat embarrassed by their accomplishment as it took them out of
their comfort zone and allowed them to experience themselves as
creative young people, instead of “problem teenagers.

 

 

This Guest Blog

by Invitation

of Lynda McKinney  Lambert

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Lynda’s Bio:

Lynda McKinney Lambert – author of “Concerti: Psalms for the Pilgrimage” published by  Kota Press. To order, click here:  Concerti: Psalms for the Pilgrimage

Lynda  authors two blogs on writing, the humanities, arts and faith.
She is a freelance writer; her work appears in numerous books and literary journals.  She is a retired professor of fine arts and humanities (Geneva College, Beaver Falls, PA).
Lynda exhibits her exquisite mixed media fiber arts in exhibitions worldwide.
Currently, Lynda  has 3 books in development for publication in late 2016. First, is a book of essays based on her memoirs.  Second,  a book of new and selected poems. Third, a chapbook collection of  Abecedarian Poems.

To order a signed copy of my book:

contact me.

Goals or Intentions?

Goals or Intentions?

What’s the DIFFERENCE?

Goals are NOT Intentions. 

Intentions are NOT Goals!

by Lynda McKinney Lambert

What’s the BIG DEAL?   Well, it is a very big deal and can make all the difference in the world as to How you ENVISION  your life: what you DO;  Who you ARE;  What you will BE,

I will be important to know the differences between two words that many people misunderstand. 

The two words are not  interchangeable.

Knowing the difference can make a remarkable change in your life this year.

 

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What is a TRIGGER for Transformation?

 

I would like to explore this idea with you today!

 

 

 

 

 

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Lynda  McKinney Lambert 

I feel like a star  and I love to sparkle.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Photo by Bob Lambert, 2015

Lynda’s Bio

Lynda McKinney Lambert – author of “Concerti: Psalms for the Pilgrimage” published by  Kota Press. To order, click here:  Concerti: Psalms for the Pilgrimage
Lynda  authors two blogs on writing, the humanities, arts, and faith.
She is a freelance writer and her poetry and essays appear in numerous books and literary journals.  She is a retired professor of fine arts and humanities and she exhibits her fiber arts in exhibitions worldwide.
Currently, Lynda  has two books in development for publication in late 2016.

If you would like a signed copy of my book, contact me for information.

Little Steps #4_ Look for the EXIT SIGN

Little Steps #4 – Look for the EXIT SIGN

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Discover, Recover and Revise your life through some Little Steps

Part 4 of 7-part series

“Little Steps” by Lynda McKinney Lambert

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Artist and author, Tammy Ruggles, recorded an  interview with Lynda McKinney Lambert in 2013.

Click on the link below to listen.

Interview with Lynda McKinney Lambert

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Visual artist and author, Lynda McKinney Lambert,  lost most of her eyesight due to

Ischemic Optic Neuropathy in 2007

Topics discussed on this video:

Diagnosis and finding help

Treatment and Rehabilitation Services

Begin your Personal adjustment

Recover a functional and creative life

Find your own path after sight loss

Seek answers from your own past – your Timeline

Change your life for successful transition to your next step

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Regardless of any situation or challenge you will face at any time, remember there is a way OUT.  You may veel like you are locked in, secluded, alone, or trapped. Remember, YOU are NOT any of those conditions. You have CHOICES you can make and those choices will take you in a better direction.

The KEY is to ELIMINATE HESITATION – Grab that EXIT SIGN

EXITSignRed LOOK around for your WAY OUT, and go for it.

Do it NOW.

Look for your EXIT SIGN!

“The more you are challenged the more you change.”  

Lynda McKinney Lambert

Lynda McKinney Lambert. Copyright 2015. All rights reserved.

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You can read Little Steps #1, 2, and 3 by clicking on the links below.

Little Steps #1: Begin the Journey to DISCOVER, RECOVER, REVISE you life

Little Steps #2: No More Excuses for YOU!

Little Step #3: Choose Better Words

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Lynda is the author of “Concerti: Psalms for the Pilgrimage.”

Visual artist and author, She is currently working on two new books.

“Kaleidoscope: Patterns of Light and Dreams” is a series of realistic fiction based on memoirs.

“Eclipse: Hands Folded in Prayer” is a book of poetry.

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Lynda writes two blogs. Scandalous – Reflections  and Walking by Inner Vision

A Visitation from Butterflies

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A Visitation from Butterflies

This blog article is written In Loving Memory of Isabella Emily Daley.

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The Ancient Greeks believed a butterfly was the soul of someone who had died.  The ancient Greek word for butterfly is “Psyche.”  Translated, it means “soul.”

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Summer gardens offer a wide variety of exquisite flowers  that are fragile, colorful and .sweet-scented. The floral delights  are accompanied by lively insects in luminescent hues; they move gracefully on the warm summer breeze.  It’s an annual “dance of life forces.”  These dancers seem to pick up speed as earth becomes warmer. Every living creation develops into a visual cacophony of the celebration of life. We call these the “lazy summer days.”

In our joy of the moment, we are unaware that  time passed too quickly Before we realized the summer days were growing shorter,  the months and years passed. The  glorious dance of the butterflies, insects, and wild flowers gradually began to change.  It was such a  subtle  changing we barely noticed!  There was a final time of blazing colors  when everything was intensified.  Autumn brought a different  kind of landscape to our vision. It was a beauty that was even more intense than our summer days had been.

As the fall season cooled down the earth, we  laughed together as we walked through the brilliantly colored leaves. They drifted and tumbled so quietly  to the ground. We stood  together holding hands beneath those trees; we felt the transformed leaves fall around us.  Soon the layers of autumn’s leaves covered the ground where we stood.

The day came when we stopped what we were doing,  looked around at our altered world.  We saw that we were left standing here and realized everything had changed.  But even though our world was different now, our hearts were full of the memories we carried within us.  Each of us held onto memories of the delights we had experienced when we walked together, singing songs and laughing  together in the sunshine of that long, glorious period of our Summertime.

There was one exception to this though, as I think about it today.  I remember one miraculous afternoon in January when I watched quietly while two butterflies played together in the stillness of the thin air, as though time had vanished. I was permitted to enter a spiritual realm for just a little while. It was magnificent!

These days, when I see a butterfly in the field, it brings back a specific memory for me. The images from that memory are as vivid now as they were eight years ago when I saw them.

I stood for hours at the bedside of our daughter, Heidi Melinda. She was in a medically induced coma following surgery that removed the tumors of  two cancers from her body.  Within a couple of days, she was near death.    Each new day, I watched as she steadily went one step down after another.

She was often motionless, with tubes sprouting out of her body and up to the ceiling or attached to machines on both sides of the bed.

Heidi was kept in a coma for over 2 weeks. Nurses and doctors were at her side or directly outside her transparent room  as they worked on the computers continuously monitoring her.   There was nothing her family  could do but pray and wait.

One afternoon, I sat in a chair at the foot of her bed. My eyes focused on  her. I realized suddenly we had two unexpected visitors. They did not come in through the door.

Everything seemed so normal; I watched silently as two enormous butterflies emerged from the atmosphere  near her feet.  The pair flew gently forward, playing with each other as butterflies do when you see them gliding and hovering around the dancing blossoms in a field. The two butterflies were a deep red crimson and each of them was  the size of my hand. They were dark, yet bright.  Their wings were velvety  and large. In all my life, I have never seen a butterfly as large as these two.  As I watched them, it was as though these dancing and frolicking butterflies were the most normal scene I could ever have experienced. Yet, they were not normal at all!  This was a miraculous moment; it was something from another time and place. Heidi’s body was the field over which the butterflies  zig-zagged back and forth. They moved towards her head. It felt like I watched them for quite awhile. I believe it was probably only seconds. It was like an eternal moment when time did not exist

The butterflies had emerged from another dimension, it seemed. The brilliant pair made their presence visible to me. They gave me new hope for my daughter. I sensed that they were a pictorial symbol of the Holy Spirit.

I thought, “The  Holy Spirit has come to visit us!”    I felt an inner peace and divine assurance at that moment when I saw this vision. I knew my daughter would heal; she had experienced a miracle.

It has been over 8 years since her surgery, Heidi remains free of ovarian and kidney cancers.

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Sometimes, a person will mention  how they suddenly saw  a butterfly that appeared  unexpectedly  after a loved one died.  They appear without warning, and often they fly around a person, or even bump into a person as though trying to get attention.  It seems the butterfly is trying to communicate with a human.  One woman related how she had just been “head-butted by a butterfly.” Sometimes, butterflies come in pairs; often, they are exceptionally bright and larger-than-life. They appear to be so otherworldly that you could not possibly miss seeing them.

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Traditionally, it is believed butterflies are harbingers; of renewal; transformation; healing; Divine presence and even gratitude. These butterflies are always right on time!

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Butterflies   are  an ancient symbol with deep roots as a metaphor in folklore and the narrative accounts of antiquity.  Inspiration and ideas from the ancients are all around us today.  Through the centuries of human time, there  will always be connections that bring together the distant past with our  own present moment.

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The Mandarin Chinese word for butterfly means “seventy years.”  Therefore, in that culture butterflies are a symbol of a long life.

Japanese culture says the butterfly is thought to be representative of maidens and marital bliss. Many Japanese families use the butterfly image in the family crest design.

Germany has a  unique belief about butterflies. As butterflies can often be found hovering around milk pails or butter churns.  The German word for butterfly is “schmetterling.”  Isn’t that a beautiful word? That word is actually derived from the Czech word, “Smetana,” meaning “cream.”

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My favorite depiction of a butterfly,  though, is the ancient Greek mythological meaning of butterfly. . It means the “human soul.”  And, to the Ancient Greeks, a butterfly was the soul of someone who had died.  The Ancient Greek word for butterfly is “Psyche.”  Translated, it means “soul.”

We can find references to the butterfly as a soul in the lore of Russia and Ireland. There, the butterflies are always symbolic of a celebration and resurrection.

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Because we  hold the hope of resurrection, the symbol of the butterfly is an important image to Christians. You will find it used particularly at Easter to signify that Jesus was put to death and after three days, he arose.   Every person who has accepted Jesus into his/her life is filled with the resurrection power of Christ.

At funerals and memorials of a Christian, there will usually be references to a butterfly as an example of how we all will shed our body at death, and then we will come alive again with Christ. We are eternal spirits who have been living in an earthly body. We will shed that body and our spirit will be with God for all eternity. We are transformed.

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“So will it be with the resurrection of the dead. The body that is sown is perishable, it is raised imperishable; it is sown in dishonor, it is raised in glory; it is sown in weakness, it is raised in power; it is sown a natural body, it is raised a spiritual body.”

~ 1 Corinthians 15:42-44

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What do we know about Heaven and who will be there?  Jesus answered the question in a way that surprised those who knew him and followed him when he was here on earth. He gave a very clear example of who it will be that enters Heaven. The answer surprised the disciples and what Jesus said at that time is a good reminder for us – it  is children!

Another, and perhaps the most important aspect of all, is that butterflies are connected throughout history with children.  And what would make it so significant that they are depicted with children in nearly every culture? Why are children so important?  Let’s take a small glimpse into another story  in the Bible that show us the importance of children. 

In Matthew 18 (NIV) we read how the disciples asked Jesus one day “Who is the greatest in the Kingdom of Heaven?”

Jesus called a small child to come over to them  and Jesus placed the child right in the middle of the men Jesus told his followers  that they must become like a little child or they will never enter into the Kingdom of Heaven.

“And whoever welcomes one such child in my name welcomes me,” he said.

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And, finally I come to one  final story I want to share with you.  This story is about a  little girl who came from Heaven to stay  for a short Summertime of life.  We can say that she  is a glittering “butterfly from heaven.”

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Princess Isabella Emily Daley – “Bella” is the 6-year-old daughter of David and Betsy Daley.  Bella has two  brothers, Steele, and Jake. Her two sisters are Michaela and Bailey. After a short time here on earth, Bella left to be with God once again. It was on Sunday evening, June 28, 2015, at 6:46 pm.  Before she left, her Heavenly Father granted her just the right amount of time  to express how much she loves her family.  In her final moments of life here on earth, she kissed her mother, father, and sister “goodbye” and then departed.

Princess Isabella  loves everything that is pink. Bella loves rainbows and butterflies!  She loves sparkling things, glitter, and music for dancing. Because God is so gracious and loving, he granted Bella one final “farewell..”  I am happy to relate that she was last seen here by her 3-year-old brother, Steele, the following morning.   When he was told that Bella went to be with God, he replied,

 “She’s an angel and I kissed her face;  she dancing like an angel and she’s running” he said, as he pointed outside.

Don’t be surprised if one  day, when least expected, a sparkling pink butterfly comes flying around you and insists that you notice – and you’ll  remember dear little Bella, a “butterfly from Heaven,” and you will say, “Doesn’t  she shine!”

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Thank you,  Dave and Betsy Daley and family for your generous sharing of Bella with the world. We are forever changed.

by Lynda McKinney Lambert. Copyright 2015. All Rights Reserved.

Contact: riverwoman@zoominternet.net

Kaleidoscope: Collecting Patterns of Light and Dreams

“Kaleidoscope: Collecting Patterns of Light and Dreams”

by Lynda McKinney Lambert, 2015

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Note:  The first version of this essay was first published on “Amy’s Adventures Blog, by Amy Bovaird,

April 24, 2015.  Thank you, Amy, for inviting me to create a guest blog for you.

You can VISIT me at Amy’s Blog by clicking here:

 http://amybovaird.com/friday-friends-spotlight-on-lynda-lambert/

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“For behold, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone.

The flowers appear on the earth, the time of singing has come,

and the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land.

Song of Solomon 2:11-12 ~

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Patti and I walked down the old, narrow stone path on an April afternoon in the 1950s. Our pastel plaid dresses fluttered slightly in the soft afternoon breeze.  We removed our cotton sweaters, draped them carelessly over our arm for the journey back home. Like most days in April in western Pennsylvania it had been raining in the morning that day. A few hours later, the day took a turn and now it had warmed up significantly since our early morning walk to school. We felt happy because there was not a rain cloud in sight as we took our time walking along our familiar path. Now we meandered at an easy pace in the opposite direction.  School was over for the day and there was no reason to walk faster.   We walked a short distance and then we were standing beside a large field.  The aroma coming from the thick blanket of woods violets slowed us down even more as we scanned the field. In a moment, without speaking to each other, we stepped lightly between the moistened deep green leaves that flourished in thick patches of weeds and flowers. We were absorbed at the moment, bent over the deep blue-violet blossoms and reached out to gather some dainty flowers.  One by one, we snapped the fragile, slender stems of the violets.  While we picked our violets with our right hand, we placed each one in the grasp of our left hand.  Our bear arms were hot as the late afternoon sunshine turned our pale skin bright pink. When our left had could hold no more violets, we stepped away from the field and continued our walk home where our Mother was waiting for us to return   we came into the 1920s frame house through the back door with our fists full of violets, she was delighted with our small gifts.  She went to her cupboard, got out two small glass jelly jars and put the bouquets in water to keep them fresh. Our floral  gifts remained on the windowsill in our kitchen.

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This year I set my intentions on observing small details in nature.  The landscape is changing continuously.

I see crystal  drops of dew on tender new leaves in the meadow.  They are sprinkled with transparent silvery diamonds.   Another turn, and I am walking beside a field of dewy dark green leaves with little periwinkle flowers peeking through the moisture.

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I felt the velvet softness of Sumac branches. I looked at layers of last autumn’s leaves intermingled with shoots of new grass, and budding Hyacinths   Along the stone walk, I observed the red stalks of Peony bushes forging upwards through the moist earth.   Oh, Yes!  It’s Spring!

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All these thoughts bring me to think about the beauty I have seen in a kaleidoscope. The word “kaleidoscope” has Greek roots.  It means “a form beautiful to see.”  I am compelled to ask you…

“When is the last time you have had a kaleidoscope in your hands with one eye focused through the small round window?”

“Do you recall the vivid colors, ever-changing shapes, as you slightly moved your hand around the barrel of the kaleidoscope?”

You give it a small twist and all the shapes fall into new pictures.  Hidden fragments inside the instrument create  numerous symmetrical, abstract  pictures.   Envision the world such as you have seen in a kaleidoscope!

 

Could you describe what you feel as the colors dance and flow over the mirror images inside? And did you know that inside the kaleidoscope are tiny, ordinary objects such as buttons, stones, chips and fragments – every illusion you enjoyed viewing is merely a collection of ordinary little things someone gathered and put inside with mirrors set at 60 degree angles

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It has been over six decades since I picked wild violets with my sister in a rural farmer’s field.  I realize my faith in God still works in the same way it did when I was a child gathering God’s little presents.  Just a small twist takes us to a new landscape.

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Big things make headline news, are celebrated and sought after. There is no mention of the ache we have in our inner being and the feeling that something is just not right.  Oh, I know that yearning that whispers from deep inside my body.  Could it be that once again I have walked on that familiar pathway that led me to places where I was not called by God to be?  There is always a sense of discomfort and painful stumbling blocks to be experienced when we are outside of his will or his calling, for our life. Fortunately, we can turn around, retrace our steps back to where we need to be and get our direction going once again. That is the good news – we can change direction!

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Sitting in silence, being calm, listening for God’s still, small voice takes us to his glory.   Small treasures surround us   When I sit down and spend time alone with him, in silence, I experience transformation.  I turn another bend, there is a shift in perspective, and those little gifts are reflected by the mirrored light of his countenance. I am transformed yet again, by small gifts.

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God works just like that!

The longer we look at him, the more our faith grows.  Each turn we take towards him opens up a new landscape that shows us insight into his character. I approach quietly.   Slowly, I realized the rain has stopped. I tilted my head towards the sky, listened for the songs of the circling birds as they hover above the tall trees; it is happening again.  Something new.  My feet are damp from the spring shower. Just another small turn of the kaleidoscope – yes! I can see it now.

Transformation.

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Copyright, 2015. Lynda McKinney Lambert. May 9, 2015. All rights reserved.

Written for publication by Amy Bovaird. April 24, 2015. With much gratitude for the kind invitation to write for Amy’s Adventures Blog. Thank you!

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“In Which I Find Color in Late Winter”

 

“In Which I Find Color in Late Winter”

It was late this  morning when  I opened the bedroom blind. My husband, Bob, was still in bed.  We were so happy to see that the entire winter landscape and sky appeared to have a bright blue hue washed all over it.  I thought of a watercolor painter who mixed up a Blog_Photo_FullSnowMoonOverWoodsvery thin wash of color and brushed it all over the blank canvas.    It looked like someone had painted this brilliant landscape and put the shades of blue everywhere! Turquoise, Cerulean, Azure, Caribbean, Sapphire, and Cobalt – every shade of blue was overlaid on the picture we viewed from our window.  The delicate colors of the morning gave us a feeling of celebration in the early morning light today!

Since we just completed the first week of February, I decided to write about it today!  I thought about what to call this time of year. I know so many people begin to complain and lament the weather and dread the daily forecasts of storms and low temperatures. We seem to be in a deep freeze some days, with winter snow storms and squalls moving over the land like waves on an angry, stormy ocean.  The official designation of February is labeled, “Late Winter.”  That’s because it will be awhile before spring is here.  Spring will arrive on March 21st – and right now, we often feel like that is a long way off. However, that is exactly why I want to speak of the glorious colors of winter and its beauty today.  Maybe you will join me in appreciation of February this year. We still have a lot of time to do that because spring is still quite a distance away for us.

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Another unusual aspect of February is that is can be cunning and tricky with the environment. In particular, February days often warm up so much in the afternoons that it seems like spring arrived. Often in the first week of February, flower bulbs that are sleeping in the cold soil are tricked into thinking it’s time to wake up, push up some leaves, and bloom!   The ancient Celts thought that the earth wakes up in early February.  They believed the earth goes into a deep winter sleep during Halloween time.

Have you noticed the beauty of the wide range of colors at the beginning of February yet?

Winter colors, sensitive and subtle, or stark and vivid, are all around us in the month of February. Sometimes, if we focus on the harshness of winter’s storms or the labor of shoveling snow from sidewalks and streets, we might overlook the full palette of winter colors that surround us every day.  February’s landscape can go unnoticed if we are focused only on the challenges of Late Winter.

There is far more magic to find in the white snow or crystal ice outside our windows these days.  I recently stopped, looked around slowly at the winter landscape. I wanted to see what more there was beyond the snow and ice.  During the first week of February, I was outside with my dogs in the early morning, before daylight.  When I looked up into the pre-dawn sky, I saw that the moon was full.

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This February moon is called the “Full Snow Moon.” That’s because February is the month when the heaviest snows fall on the earth.  Hunters are out trying to find wildlife to shoot but it is difficult to find animals in the deep snowfall.  Because of this, Native Americans called the moon, “Hunger Moon.”

As I watched the sky, light from the moon illuminated the night sky in every direction.  The stillness of the celestial scene mingled with the thrusting branches of the stark winter trees in the woods below.  I became aware that I had to observe this glorious scene through the many bare branches of an ancient maple tree. From my vantage point on the ground beside the maple tree, it seems like I viewed the sky through the loose warp and weft of a tapestry that was created by the tree as it reached upwards and spread its arms like an enormous fan between me and the “Full Snow Moon.”   The entire tree appeared to be made from the darkest, deepest shade of sapphire blue.   The softest shade of indigo appeared to be painted across the entire sky in every direction from the east to the west where the moon was descending.  Liquid sky color mingled through the negative spaces of the branches.  The color reminded me of my own grade school days, in the 1950s, when I wrote my alphabet letters on a lined paper.  I dipped my  pen,  in and out, of the  bluish ink in the  well cut into the wooden  desk  This  sky was the  hue  that would be created  if I  mixed  a drop of the India Ink into a small cup of water.

The full moon seemed to hover beyond the tree branches, above the woods, and seemed to quiver with anticipation because it was about to disappear forever

Look for the colors of February this month!  They signal that in the heart of deep, frigid Late Winter t there is glory and a sense of the divine.  Take a deeper look;   see the hand of the Master Artist.   There is a full range of values in the February palette Take your time, and see what you will find in your own little place on this earth, this month.

Whatever time of day it is when  you read this message, will be the perfect time to see the colors of February! The dazzling Late Winter show is a gift from God and it is  free for everyone to discover if you live in a place where you have a real old-fashioned winter time.  If you do, I say,  “Give February a chance!”