Pigeons

Abundant gleaners
Birds so gentle and noble
Not welcome at my feeder

An Interrupted Post

I had an entire post written on a Mary and Martha theme. It was all about the conflict of work vs. resting. I deleted it because I began to sense the motivation for writing it was askew and most importantly, while I was in the middle of editing it, Jesus said to me, "Why are you worried about all these silly things you are writing about when I love you so much?" And then, I started to cry.

Some Thoughts on Painting

Fragonard, a French romantic painter, painted during the time of the licentiousness of the French courts. He particularly chose the excess of that regime as his subject. I am drawn to his art because it is more than what is depicted. Fragonard's art often shows the subject in all the pomp and circumstance of his or her wealth involved in some frivolous activity while the back ground of sky and cloud depicts doom. A perfect example is the painting, The Swing.

The Swing portrays court members in the garden with a lady painted in the innocence and ignorance of pink seated in her swing as she is pushed by her priest lover, while another man stares up her skirts. In the background ominous gray clouds are forming The trio is oblivious in their happy naughtiness unaware of the storm that is coming...the French Revolution. Fragonard had a good sense of irony.

I love the way art perfectly expresses realities that we in our own lives find hard to admit. We all distract ourselves from reality and focus on frivolity....or even scarier some noble cause. And the storm of of truth, the revolution of reality is forming.

Updates

Long time no blog. I have a moment to spare and some random thoughts.

I am uneasy with the flow of life at present. I feel there is a great deal of activity and little purpose. I keep thinking of the biblical question, "Why do you spend money on what is not bread?" I am really questioning my appetite.

We do put a great deal of energy into our perceived goals, but I wonder if in the end they will really count for what really counts in life. I ask myself is this worth it? I suppose that answer will come in time.

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We have a Cooper's hawk preying at our bird feeder. Last week it got a dove. All but a foot was left of the poor thing. After its meal, the hawk sat on the birdbath with its crop engorged until it emptied its bowels and flew away. I stared at it with binoculars and was awed at how beautiful it was. My initial response was to stop feeding the doves and sparrows, but I know I won't.

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There is a mom at my daughter's ballet school who is unbearable. She is the stage mother from hell. Unfortunately, Bronwyn was affected by her jealousy recently. It is sort of like the Cooper's hawk situation....but the mother is not beautiful.

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There also is another mom who is a backstabber. I got to experience her blade and again Bronwyn was affected.

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I got my clinical assignment recently. I will be working in the newborn and level II nursery. I am really looking forward to it. Postpartum floors are happy places. When I was in chemo, I craved holding a newborn baby all the time to help with the nausea and despair. Now I will get that opportunity. They smell so wonderful.

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I feel very far from God. I think it is all the activity.

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I don't like facebook. I log in more than once a day.

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That's all