New love heart in my life..Doodle Smooch

Doodle Smooch 5:22:2016

My new little five year old Shih Tzu retired from having pups. Her AKC name is Gardens Heavenly Spoonful, her nickname is Doodle Smooch. She is adorable, right?  I loved her from the moment I saw her and I believe she took to me right away too, curling her head into me as I held her.  Now two weeks together it’s apparent she has adopted me and keeps very good care of me. And of course I pamper her to all her desires.  I am so grateful to have found her and grateful Karen her owner was willing and ready to part with her as she has other mother Shih Tzu’s she is breeding.  It wasn’t easy for her to let go but I am so so happy with Doodle. She will go everywhere I go that’s for sure. Already she loves to sit in my shoulder bag and she is the darling of all who see her.  Give Doodle a “hello” won’t you?


Meditation: At the Threshold

Man Glimpsing Through Threshold

“Turbi e orbi”  Latin means “whirlwind of world” in English (loses the meaning somewhat).

“Threshold: The esoteric significance of the threshold relates to its position in the passage from the external (profane) to the internal (sacred) state.…

“To stand at the threshold is to indicate one’s readiness to obey the rules by which the place is governed. …

“To stand at the threshold is also to place oneself under the protection of the master of the house, be he God, grandee or peasant.

“Crossing the threshold requires a degree of bodily purgation and purity of mind and soul, symbolized, for example, by the removal of one’s shoes before entering a mosque or a Japanese house.

“The threshold is the borderline of the holy and participation in the transcendence of the centre.”

 -Jean Chevalier and Alain Gheerbrant, The Penguin Dictionary of Symbols, trans. John Buchanan-Brown, 1969

And Thanks to Susan Guthrie for finding this quote and art.

Comments about “the Way” in Acts chapter 24 from A Tobias Stanislas Haller & me

I follow Tobias S Haller and his comments in my Google Reader and on Aug 18 he posted  No Way to Run…” on his blog In Godward Direction.   He begins talking about the “Way” that St. Paul entitles the “the followers of the Good News.”   I found the post challenging, provoking, fun and enlightening.  Incidentally, I agreed completely, his comment about the political pundits speaking before the speakers are even finished.
Here is his post in complete quote.  My short comments are at the bottom of this post.

You can find his original post here In Godward Direction with comments from others. Good! I too as the first person comment liked and laughed at what Tobias said that we need “whole new shift-load of paradigms” ! Great stuff!
No Way to Run…
by Tobias Stanislas Haller

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“Every time I come upon the passage from the 24th chapter of Acts (appointed for the Daily Office today) I am reminded of the resonance between references to the early church as “the Way” to the Rabbinic concept of Halakah: the law as a Way in which one walks.

This struck me particularly this morning because I have been thinking a great deal about the dangers of ideology, and how an ideology or a theory (properly understood as a “way of seeing”) can actually prevent one from seeing a deeper reality. The phenomenon is known as “perceptual set” in some circles, “paradigm blindness” in others. Put briefly, the way you see the world can come to dominate what you see. I referred in an earlier post to the old saying, “If your only tool is a hammer, everything looks like a nail.” If as Thomas Kuhn suggests, we need a shift in our paradigms in order to see changes in reality, it seems to me that across the board in many areas of our lives we need a whole new shift-load of paradigms!

For both in church and state these days ideology is at the forefront and reality has become deeply shrouded in veils of preconception. From conversations on climate change to sexuality, the debt crisis to marriage equality, the verbiage — I cannot in good conscience call it conversation for the most part — appears to be dominated by ideologies and theories rather than fact. (I cannot be the only one who is appalled to see what has become of journalism these days: and there are times I long for a supply of bricks next to my easy chair to toss through the television screen when a “news” program cuts from an actual live speech by a world leader to a panel of pundits even before the speech is finished!) Whatever reality there may be is cocooned in layers of opinion, and there is no sign of a butterfly emerging. Not a chrysalis, but a mummy.

But back to Saint Paul and the rabbis, and this idea of the faith being a “way” — and of course acknowledging that the Jewish tradition had long understood various “ways” as being either wicked or good, depending. (See Psalm 1!)

The major contrast I want to note is the difference between a way and a place. In this case I am particularly thinking about how Paul’s alleged insult to the Temple (in fact baseless) led to his having to defend this new Way. And what is ironic is that the old Way of rabbinic Halakah itself turned out to be the means by which this form of Judaism was able to survive the destruction of the Temple — a Temple which God appears, from the early record, not actually to have wanted all that much; God preferring the Tent and Tabernacle, or the terrifying Chariot, to the petrified establishment on the hill of Zion. (Ezekiel sees a new Temple, Revelation assures us there is no Temple in the New Jerusalem. Take your pick.)

So it appears to me that Christianity itself could well be seen as an emergent non-Temple-based Judaism (among the many Judaisms of the first century) that gets detached and takes on a life of its own; much as rabbinic (rather than Temple) Judaism continued the life of that faith because it had come to see the living out of the Way of God was not dependent upon an external institution but an internalized (both individually and corporately) Way of life under the guidance of a transcendent God.

So does this have anything to say to our current ecclesiastical troubles — say, in relation to a proposed Anglican Covenant or the Indaba Process as “ways” of working? Or to our civic, national, or international concerns — government as institution or government as way of being?
Discuss among yourselves and report back!”
– by Tobias Stanislas Haller BSG
My Comment:
Tobias seems to have a very discerning mind. The quote of Thomas Kuhn made me laugh out loud.

I like example especially of Ezekiel “seeing a New Temple” and the “Revelation of Jesus to John” as “no temple in the new Jerusalem.” Take my pick Tobias says. I think both are viable. Could we explain it that Ezekiel was prophesying the “new Temple” as the “Body of Christ?” and John’s vision(prophecy) is of the whole New Jerusalem of another dimension of Life all together. So maybe it isn’t a “take you pick” after all but both prophecies are true; one has been or is being fulfilled in the Church Age (as we call it) and the other has yet to be fulfilled.
Good food for thought and prayer, I found.

What does it mean when a hawk comes to you?

What does it mean when a hawk comes to you?

Hello there Mr. Hawk. Is your visit a sign?

I’ve had hawk fly right by my deck (very unusual) often these last weeks, and now a hawk has come and sat on my deck post and watched me take a picture of him; I was so excited thus the blur. I’m just happy I got this shot of him with my camera. He sat there quite awhile.

Humm! Not that everything that happens to me is significant but I thought, I wonder what it means to the indians or folklore people? So I asked the above question online and found these answers:

Best Answer – Chosen by Asker

“The hawk is a messenger bird. Usually when we see a hawk it means to pay attention because a message is coming to you. Hawks represent clear sightedness, being observant, our far memory and guardianship. They also bring courage, wisdom, illumination, creativity and truth. Hawks give us the ability to see the larger picture in life. They can help you to overcome problems and make wise use of opportunities. How does this all happen? Each animal carries what we call ‘medicine’. What I have written above is the hawks medicine. When the same animal keeps coming to you in real life or in a dream, it is bringing it’s medicine to you. You will be brought a message soon, a good one, to let you know you are on the right path. And whatever problems you are wrestling with, you will solve because hawks medicine has been given to you. I know this because I am a traditional Shawnee (American Indian) and I’ve learned these things are true. Many ‘interesting ‘ answers you got so far though. Good luck to you.

Best Answer – Chosen by Voters 3 years ago

“Blessings, blessings and more blessings. You have been blessed. Give thanks. . . . Hawk is a messenger of the Creator/Great Spirit/God. The Hawk wants you to be aware the Creator is speaking to you. Take notice. Only you know what the message is. . . in fact, you already know (even if you don’t realize it yet). God is sending you a message. . . but it is for you. Be aware; take notice. (People often think this is a negative, as if “awareness” is negative; it simply means not to be oblivious to your surroundings, dreams, etc). Personally, I have always given thanks to the hawk whenever  I see him/her. I once found a hawk feather and felt blessed. But the most dramatic experience happened after moving to Green Bay, WI from the reservation. I had an attached porch that was open on two side and closed on two sides. Had a table on the porch. Not the place hawks hang out. But one morning–6am–my son and I were leaving the house. He was a bit behind me when I stepped out to the porch. I had almost reached the steps when a hawk (who had sat on the table) flew from the table, touched my head/hair and then flew straight away. My son who was behind me saw that it was a hawk. As I looked up from being hit in the head, I could also see it was a hawk. I was verbalizing Thank you Thank you even before I checked to see if I was missing part of my scalp–I wasn’t–not a scratch–but my hair was messed up. I immediately knew that the Great Spirit was trying to tell me something but I had been too distracted to hear it/see. The Hawk hitting me on the back of my head was like God hitting me upside the head saying: wake up, pay attention! Every morning for days after the hawk sat on the table on my porch. One morning, I got a call from a neighbor saying: you won’t believe this, but a hawk is sitting on your porch.” Of course I believe it, it had sat there every morning for days. I started taking note of my dreams, did a ceremony and figured out what the message was. Once I figured it out, the hawk stopped coming to the porch. But, ever time I see a hawk, I smile and give thanks. Source(s): personal experience Serious matters to consider. “Decisions to make. •

drcurtis…3 years ago

“If you believe in animal totems (as typical in some American Indian traditions), most associate hawks and kestrels with WISDOM. So perhaps you have a wise insight into some of your life changes, so trust yourself and go with it. •

Majeska. 3 years ago

“Good sign! Hawk can pick out the details in the “big picture”. If you are going through changes, be aware of how the details of the change fit into the “big picture”. What may seem to be a big deal on a small scale may not be so overbearing in the broad scope of things. Never hurts to step back and survey the landscape when traveling into new territory. “•

End of quotes.

What do you think? Any other suggestions? I would love to hear from you!

Musings on Gender Faults

My earnest and kindest feelings to the gentlemen that read this and find it smarts.  If it does that to you then you aren’t among those whom I am discussing here.  You may have actually seen this kind of attitude yourselves among your peers.

Gender Faults:
Too often a helpful suggestion from a woman to a man results in a friendly “shine off.”  They just don’t like accepting help, especially if it is a mechanical idea from a woman no matter how small the incident.  Sometimes it is accepted but reluctantly I suspect.  What makes me say this: two men (50ish) were trying to open the gas cap on a motorcycle (real beautiful chrome) just at the base of my outside staircase.  As I was leaving my staircase I stopped to say hello, watched politely seeing the problem; walked on with my dog; came back to go up the stairs and one guy with a hammer was pounding away on a screw driver trying to budge the beautiful chrome cap to open.  I couldn’t keep quiet, so I shyly as possible said, I have some WD40 (a spray lubricant) I have found works wonders with a stuck cap you can use.  Neither guy looked up. Together they said no,  “it’s stuck, thanks.”  In other words the tone was nice but “bug off chick.”   So a few moments later I could see from my upstairs window they managed to unscrew the cap after banging at it with ferocity, which I’m sure badly scratched the chrome.  It just needed lubricant!  Maybe now you see what I mean.  Okay it could be the male ego with a motorcycle thing,  I don’t know.  But such rudeness for such a small suggestion!  At other times the insult, although probably not intended as one,  isn’t so obvious but nonetheless it is very clear.  The male response generally seems to be more “self” focused than “other” focused;  more concern for one’s own appearance than aware of the effect of comments on women.  After all their only women and shouldn’t be interested in “male” activities.
To even up this muse of gender faults post, I would like to quote this:

“A young man, who did not get married, dies and goes to heaven. When he gets there, he sees two lines filled exclusively with men. The line of his left is a half-mile long and packed three wide, with a sign in front saying: All Wimps and Hen-Pecked Husbands Register Here. To his right, on the other line, is one man standing alone under a sign that says: All Others Register Here. So the new guy walks up to the lone man in that line and asks, “Why are you standing in this line?” And the man replied, “Listen, buddy, my wife told me to stand here and I AM NOT MOVING!””

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Casual Thoughts while sitting in the sun.

The days go by, the weeks slip by, the afternoons seem to go by so quickly.  I relish having breakfast (coffee) in the early morning sun; I love sitting and reading or resting in the afternoon sun coming in my living room or sitting on the deck.  Those precious hours all seem to melt away and then they come back, and then they are gone again.  Time is a funny thing; time passes but joys are the same.  The next moment seems like all the others.
I’ve been reminded that calories aren’t as significant in losing weight as it is to not eat carbohydrates in my chosen food.  I am using to chart the percentages of carbohydrates, protein, sugar and fat in the food that I have chosen to eat and this has proven to be quite educational.
Puzzles and mind games help to lessen the possibility of dementia or Alzheimer’s disease.  This statement I found on the Alzheimer’s Weekly newsletter I get monthly via email.

“Last Day” Musing

May, 12, 2011

I write today with trepidation, thinking the end of the age is coming in nine days!  Harold Campe, founder of Family Radio, along with his intellectual Bible researchers have decided upon the date, May 21, 2001,  as the Biblical last day.  This is a tremendous proclamation and they have advertised this news all over the world or at least I know across America on their radio broadcasts and on bill boards.  I viewed one large bill board with huge letters, on the side of the San Pablo Dam Road on a trip back from Orinda.  It was startling, attention-getting; large and awesome!
It has been my understanding along with countless other people who no one knows the date or time of the last day as told us by Jesus of Nazareth himself.   Yet in other old testament scripture we find it stated that God does not leave His people without knowledge of what is to come.  So, it seems  these Campe scholars have devised by their numerical Biblical study  this date May, 21, 2011, as the Last Day.  Most religious people suspect they are in error, since other key prophecy refer to items that are yet to occur before the last day.

Nonetheless even if they are wrong it certainly brings to mind the Psalm 39:4 prayer,” let me count my days”  to be worthy when my last day comes.  Jesus also warns us to be watchful and in prayer so as not to be unconscious on the day of our Visitation.  I am more than conscious of complete dependency on the Grace of God through His Son Jesus the Christ for any redemption or hope of eternal life.  This knowledge is never far from the front on my conscious mind.  It serves me as a guide to my daily activity and rest.
Every morning and evening I read the old and new testament readings appointed in the Book of Common Prayer.  I find them very encouraging and impressive as to my hope is in Jesus and He alone!  I am convinced, and as St. Paul says,  I am persuaded in my inner most soul that Jesus is the Christ and that by His Father’s love alone do I breathe at all.  My entire life has been in a conscious effort to live by the commandments Jesus gave us.  I have failed miserably in many ways, yet I know without a doubt God has led me along my life’s journey.  This is so real to me in facts and incidents that remind me over and over that my life has a positive way if I choose the right path each step of the way..  If I get off the right way I’m encouraged back to the right way.  More often than not the choice is very clear and to make the wrong choice would be very obvious to me so I have stayed faithful to the right way.  God is my witness as to my choices.
May my last days in this mortal body be one given over more consciously to my Lord in any way that may show itself in actions and thought.   Some moments I get fearful and a sense of my treachery of fault steals over me but then I am reminded it is but the Blood of Jesus that covers me by which I am redeemed in His Love.  I have nothing to fear!  I am his own child.  I know I belong to the eternal Father by virtue of His and Jesus’ love.   I am excited inside as I write this.
Margie, my sister, suggested a wonderful little book Heaven is Real which I have now read and have also suggested and bought for a friend.  This testimony is written by the father and mother of a little boy who had died on the operating table. His experience of heaven is a remarkable testimony and an encouragement for us all.  It renews in me great hope and excitement to know the eternal joy we have coming even if it is in nine days!  It is truly remarkable!
The scripture for today reminds us that Jesus is the Revelation of God, that He is the very embodiment of the Eternal God. The Eternal Holy One comes to us in human form, in the flesh of Jesus of Nazareth, the Christ.
John 6:44-55
” No man can come to me, except the Father which has sent me draw him: and I will raise him up at the last day.   It  is written in the prophets, And they shall be all taught of God. Every man therefore that has heard, and has learned of the Father, comes to me.   Not that any man has seen the Father, save he which is of God, he has seen the Father.  Truly, truly, I say to you, He that believes on me has everlasting life.  I  am that bread of life.

Your fathers did eat manna in the wilderness, and are dead.  This is the bread which comes down from heaven, that a man may eat thereof, and not die.  I am the living bread which came down from heaven: if any man eat of this bread, he shall live for ever: and the bread that I will give is my flesh, which I will give for the life of the world.  The Jews therefore strove among themselves, saying, How can this man give us his flesh to eat?

Jesus said to them, Truly, truly, I say to you, Except you eat the flesh of the Son of man, and drink his blood, you have no life in you.  Whoever eats my flesh, and drinks my blood, has eternal life; and I will raise him up at the last day.    For my flesh is meat indeed, and my blood is drink indeed.”     RKJV