Saturday, December 29, 2007

Grinning from ear to ear!

So. I am incredibly proud of myself! I have successfully created a banner that I am moderately proud to call my own handiwork. Ah, the wonders of Photoshop. And a Mac. Heather has very kindly allowed me the use of hers tonight and it makes all the difference with things such as these. Let me know what ya'll think. Gotta run. Methinks a good night's sleep is in order.

Thursday, December 13, 2007

Thoughts on a Wednesday night... er, Thursday morning...

So, I'm sitting here and thinking as I'm waiting for my photos to upload... This computer is so slow. I've been wondering about the "Why-do-bad-things-happen-to-good-people" question. I know the usual answers: "We all have trials we must face", "Sometimes there isn't a reason", "We all have our 'crosses' to bear", but I'm sick of these. I want answer to my "why?"! What have they done wrong that they are now receiving so much pain, suffering and heartache?

Anyways... that's my mini rant. Well, not really a rant, but my mini-ramble for the evening... er, morning as it's now after midnight.

So, below I've posted the lyrics to "Castles in the Air" by Don McLean. Not a favorite song, but a goodie and one that I've been thinking about lightly. I'd like to hear any thoughts any one out there has on it. I know the lyrics appear pretty simple, but I thought I'd ask just the same.

Castles in the Air

"And if she asks you why, you can tell her that I told you
That I'm tired of castles in the air.
I've dot a dream I want the world to share
And castle walls just lead me to despair.

Hills of forest green where the mountains touch the sky
A dream come true. I'll live there 'til I die.
I'm asking you to say my last goodbye.
The love we knew ain't worth another try.

Save me, from all the trouble and the pain.
I know I'm weak, but I can't face that girl again.
Tell her the reasons why I can't remain.
Perhaps she'll understand, if you tell it to her plain.

But how can words express the feel of sunlight in the morning?
In the hills, away from city strife.
I need a country woman for my wife.
I'm city born, but I love the country life.

For I cannot be part of the cocktail generation.
Partners waltz, devoid of all romance.
The music plays and everyone must dance.
I'm bowing out. I need a second chance.

And if she asks you why, you can tell her that I told you
That I'm tired of castles in the air.
I've dot a dream I want the world to share
And castle walls just lead me to despair."
-Don McLean

Wednesday, December 12, 2007


Looking for hope
A light at the end of the tunnel
Escape or oncoming dragon?

Looking for peace
Clearing up ahead
Oasis or quicksand?

Looking for love
Smiles and pleasantries
Acceptance or tolerance?

Looking for purpose
Road sign at a fork
Good advice or practical joke?

Sunday, December 2, 2007

To anyone...

Not really writing to anyone in particular, just have to get some things down on paper. Er... or... not.

The past few weeks have been, hem, interesting, to say the least. I know they're there to help us and all, but does anyone else not like doctors? I swear I get a panic attack when I'm within a 50-foot radius of them. Current events are not helping that either. I was really hoping this could be solved easily and quickly, but it's not to be. Things always have to be more complicated, eh? "It never rains, but it pours" as the saying goes.

So, I've taken to listening to Alison Krauss again. Such incredible music. It's perfect, too, because there's just the right amount of melancholy, but not enough to send someone spiraling into depression! And, by the way, that was said with a grin and a wink.

Thursday, November 29, 2007


"Tend thy sick ones, O Lord Christ.
Rest thy weary ones.
Bless thy dying ones.
Soothe thy suffering ones.
Pity thine afflicted ones.
Shield the joyous ones.
And all for thy love's sake."
-St. Augustine

"God of the day and of the night, in me there is darkness, but with you there is light. I am alone, but you will not leave me. I am weak, but you will come to my help. I am restless, but you are my peace. I am in haste, but you are the God of infinite patience. I am confused and lost, but you are eternal wisdom and you direct my path; now and forever. Amen."
--Dietrich Bonhoeffer

Friday, November 23, 2007

Not Your Year

Scattered shadows on a wall, you watch the long light fall
Some impressions stay and some will fade
Tattered shoes outside your door, clothes all on the floor
Your life feels like the morning after all year long.

Every day it starts again
You cannot say if you're happy
You keep trying to be
Try harder, maybe this is not your year.

Movies, TV screens reflect just what you expected
There's a world of shiny people somewhere else
Out there following their bliss
living easy, getting kissed
while you wonder what else you're doing wrong

Breathe through it, write a list of desires
Make a toast, make a wish, slash some tires
Paint a heart repeating, beating "don't give up, don't give up, don't give up."

(Written by Deb Talan and Steve Tannen of The Weepies)

Thursday, November 22, 2007

New Favorite!

I have to say... I have been converted. I've never been a huge fan of turkey (or most holiday entrees for that matter...), but I've found my new favorite. Today I was in charge of one of the turkeys (we buy two smaller ones: more drumsticks and wings to go 'round, especially with all the company here) and I have found my favorite way to cook turkey!

Orange & Rosemary Turkey
1 small turkey
4-5 Oranges, quartered
A few sprigs of fresh rosemary or some dried
Sea salt
Olive Oil

So, after you've cleaned out the turkey and all that jazz, put the orange quarters and part of the dried rosemary in a bowl and toss (basically, I just tried to get the oranges coated lightly with rosemary). If you're using fresh, tuck them inside seperately when you stuff the oranges as tightly as you can in both cavities. Mix together some sea salt, pepper and dried rosemary. Drizzle olive oil over the turkey and then use the S&P and Rosemary mixture as a rub on the skin. Truss and cook as you normally would. Baste throughout cooking, if you can, drizzle freshly squeezed orange juice over the skin inbetween bastings.


Wednesday, November 21, 2007


"Come, all you who have nothing.
You who squander your existence on baubles of fool's gold.
Come, all you who have lost all.
You who've seen hope vanish in a heartbeat and trouble's hold fast."

HE said to me,
"Come, though you've wasted all
And sold yourself for a moment's pleasure.
Come and buy my love without price,
My forgiveness without end."

"Leave your plastic pearls
Drop those make-believe jewels and tarnished trinkets.
Leave the prison cell you call a palace
and the filth that you call clean.

"Come to me and
See true delight in truest form,
Feel pure love like no other,
Receive the jewels that best adorn
You've spent too long searching for meaningless things."


A shadow hanging over me:
A mishap from recent past.
An accident, a slip of the hand;
Good days can never last.

I seek true forgiveness,
but all I find is spite.
My eyes are unfocused, glistening,
With tears brought by the bite.

Nausea, tears and sore regret
are symptoms of this virus.
I cannot shake this sickness off
Unless there's pardon between us.

"An accident", I swear to you,
But will you hear my plea?
No, just roll your eyes and plug your ears
And pretend you do not see me.

You're self-righteous, sanctimonious,
And this act is getting tired.
Do you not see these red, swollen eyes
Your bitterness has inspired?

Sunday, November 18, 2007

Invisible Enemy

Who is this bombarding me?
He torments my being and
Exhausts me in battle
No strategy seems to foil his plans
Oh to be free from the ever tightening, never
Loosening grasp of this beast
Or better yet to fell him with one
Right hook to connect and knock him
Dead at the feet of The Conqueror


Shall I pray to you...
asking forgiveness for the same sins
as the day before and the day before
and the day before that?

Shall I recite to you...
my hackneyed response, redundant,
that tastes stale in my mouth as I
struggle with feeling false?

Shall I sing to you...
praising you with the best voice I have
and a heart that struggles so
to focus and worship?

Shall I run to you...
time and again with my filthy rags
and with that crestfallen face and rebellious heart
realizing failure again?

Wil you forgive me...
and discipline me in your loving and painful ways
and renew the joy of your salvation to
teach me a new song of your praise?


I can never seem to remember what you're always teaching me.
I feel like a schoolboy standing before the schoolmaster
Failing the lesson for the tenth time in a row.
You teach me that you are my husband,
I remember for a day or two and then I’m off and running again.
You teach me that your grace is sufficient.
I remember until I think of last year’s sin and try to balance things once again.
You answer my prayers and
I'm joyful until I think back to how things were before.
You take my hand to lead me along.
I wrench mine away, thinking I'm big enough, strong enough now.
I fall down and crash my pipe dreams.
You pick me up, dust me off, hold me tight and forgive me again.

First post

Welcome to the new blog. I was on [url redacted], but... since I didn't check in for a while and they've changed the access process, I can't figure out how to access it. So, here we are in Wanderings.

Here you will find poetry (some original, some cited), questions, wonderings, etc. Not necessarily brilliant, inspirational or scholarly in their nature, but hopefully legible (and enjoyable?) just the same.