dad loves his work
Posted: October 9, 2009 Filed under: Reading, Writing 3 Comments »My dad got offered a new job. In case you didn’t know, my dad is a librarian. He says he feels he is “paid to be interested in everything.”
Yeah!
Wherever he works, he always puts birdfeeders out his office window. So when I visit him at his new job upon my return, I will be able to find him easily. That is, provided he has an office with windows. Hopefully birds will find him easily, too.
p.s. “dad loves his work” is the title of an old james taylor e.p.
adam and eve
Posted: September 13, 2009 Filed under: Books, Reading, Writing 3 Comments »
I heard the creation story in a new way this week. As I listened to a man at my church read about God pulling light from dark, I thought I heard God laughing. Huh? Before, I’d always imagined Creator God as so serious as he created, wearing a furrowed brow and a concentrated expression. In my old mental picture, he methodically checked items off a list.
Manatee
Abomindable Snow Man
Where did this crabby, organized God in my imagination come from? I think I thought Adam and Eve’s impending disobedience, the suffering-to-come, would have had to temper his joy in the moment. Or maybe I just project my overly anxious creative processes on to Him.
Anyway, this time I pictured God suddenly splash a trail of stars against the dark curtain of sky. He threw the stars effortlessly, as easily as we season our dinners with salt. Gold tore through the sky. Angels shouted. And God laughed too. I imagined His brow unfurrowed, his laughter carefree, like a young boy’s, like my brother’s.
This is just an idea I had a few days ago – a series of images and sounds that washed over me. What do YOU think it was like then, as the sky unfurled and the nothing became something? How do you picture it happening?
stumbled upon
Posted: August 31, 2009 Filed under: Overheard, Reading Leave a comment »SANDRA: But …. my work …. What am I going to …
MURRAY: You are a lover, Dr. Markowitz, you are a lover of things and people so you took up work where you could get as many of them as possible, and it just turned out that there were too many of them and too much that moves you….Please be glad that it turned out you are not reasonable and sensible. Have all the gratitude you can, that you are capable of embarrassment and joy and are a marathon crier.
Gardner, Herb. A Thousand Clowns. Samuel French: New York, New York, 1962.
