The Last Mussels

Accompanied by my doctor, I headed down to the float at Christmas Cove on 10/10/10

and dove for the last mussels of the season. (I think)

Bookends

Bookends: the 7-year span beginning with the our firstborn leaving for college in 2003 and ending with our youngest heading off to the job world in 2010.

  Between these bookends are volumes of stories of God's goodness and faithfulness to our family as He carried us through those years.  Ben is now working for a non-profit in Washington DC, Christa is teaching English in Bangladesh, and just last week we sent David our youngest off to DC to start his new job.

Shirk my Work

 One day this week as I was sitting inside looking out the window of my office at blue sky, white clouds and a blustery breeze, and having heard that rainy weather was in the forecast right up to what would be a busy week end, I took Rabindranath Tagore's poem 'অজ ধােনর েক্কতে to heart, threw aside my pens and pent up indoor impediment and you can guess where I went.

Here's Tagore's poem:

Today in fields of rice

the shadows and the sunshine play

hide and seek today.

In skies of blue,

now who is it that floats these 

white cloud-boats this way?

Today the honey bee forgets to eat 

his harvest sweet;

he takes  to flight

a drunken journey to the light.

Today, why ever does the river wander? 

Watching here and there I wonder.

Oh delight! I'll not go home, my friend;

I'll not go home today.

Today, I'll break the skies asunder,

take from the great outdoors my plunder.

The foaming high tide waters pile. 

The breezes blow; today I smile.

I'll shirk my work, my flute I'll play

That is how to spend this day.