Wednesday, July 28, 2010


 I love the little Johnny Jump-Ups in my garden.  They came to be by way of a friend (Maryjaneierobinmollielu) who gave me some of hers from her organic garden.  They are the first flowers I see in the spring and they always make me happy.

 I was taking pictures of them today, thinking about how each one is unique... special, doing it's own little flower thing... soaking un the sunshine, drinking in the dew and water... being beautiful just for the likes of me....   and I wrote this poem about them.

 My mother and my sister are both named after this little dainty flower.

if you please,
is a dainty little flower...

Pansy, Johnny Jump-Up,
Some even say, "Viola"....

By any name
these tiny treasures
bring a certain joy unto my heart.

growing wild,
growing freely,

growing purple.

Untamed, thoughtful flower,
even upside down....

"The Pansy, that's for thoughts!"
(Which some say is so profound!)

They stand for love and friendship, romance and
other sentiments of heart.

if you please...

Pansy, Johnny Jump-Up... Viola....

Ride the wind,
spread your royal seed,
grow freely in my garden...

All because you are lovely to behold,

an expression of the creator's love,
and love is power.

A Day at the Spa

My dear friend Christy has had a bout with cancer and is currently undergoing chemotherapy to eradicate any mutating cells that think they might like to take up residence in her. She deflects some of the frustration of having to undergo these treatments by referring to her doctors office/treatment center as "The Spa." Today I got to join her. I didn't get the royal treatment that she did, but we had fun.

Part of the fun was telling the staff how Christy affectionately refers to the place as the "spa."  They all laughed... mostly because SPA, it is not.... but  none-the-less a girl can dream... or pretend.... which is what we did.  This is my photo journal of our day at "the spa"  I will say though that even in that, I did put some restraint on myself with both capturing moments and publishing the work.

The name of the facility is Evergreen and it's a nice place.  I think the staff was very helpful knowledgable and accommodating.... they do a lot to make you feel comfortable.... like offer you special blends of coffee and magazines.

They do make you stand on a scale though....
Christy's magazine of choice that day was Good Housekeeping.  The articles of interest were someong on organization and eating guilt free foods..... THAT and the National Georgraphic that had an article on how elephants could taste differences between apples and bananas... (duh) and how dogs think.

Go figure.  Well one thing is certain, you can learn a lot at the "Spa."

Here is our lovely room.  That is Vanna...

Here she is with wrapped up elegantly in warm comfy blankies (to open up her pores...)

Ahh.. a day at the SPA....
relax and enjoy.... the long tedious process....

Yes it was a long day but we made the best of it.  I think the people thought we were having too much fun in our little corner of the chemo world... We were putting hand creme on, softening our cuticles, (pedicure was in order too.)   We were reading books....  and Christy was definately equipped... even reading two books at once!
talking about all sorts of things and even had some incredible Subway sandwiches for lunch.... and that was in between coffee breaks.   Here is the bar....
Soup, tea, coffee, soda pop.... intravenous solutions....

they have it all in stock.

But at the spa, we bring our own Bon Bons!

 The sign reads:
"There is life even in the darkest of moments."
Lovely sentiments.... but we thought it said "lite" at first glance, (the top part of the L and the I and the  F in the word "life" is in green.. the T remains and is in white...a little trick on the eyes... a little play on words... light and lite and darkness...)  
 to which Christiy wondered if they meant something like "lite beer" or what?

It is a lovely sentiment, but light is spelled wrong and truth and death are opposites just like light and darkness.  At some point they are mutually exclusive.  However, JEsus did say that he is the way, the truth and the life...
the light that has come into the world and the light that shines in the darkness.
IF there is life even in the darkest moments... I would attribute it to the fact that God raised Jesus from the dead... talk about a dark moment... THAT would be it.  Death.  

When Jesus spoke again to the people, he said, "I am the light of the world. Whoever follows me will never walk in darkness, but will have the light of life." (John 8:12)
God is the one who gives mankind both light and life... and hope in times of darkness....

Thanks be to God there is life...
even in the darkest moments.

Monday, July 26, 2010

Two Little Words

After the accident, I didn't know if I would ever see these people who had helped us again.  Most of them, I didn't even know their names.... or who they were.   Some of them were wearing uniforms of one kind or another.  All I knew is that they had been there, and I was thankful.  I thanked God they were there... abut who were these people?  I didn't know.  All I knew is that I was thankful to both God who answered my prayer that day, who calmed my fears and walked me through something I didn't ever want to see, let alone do, and for these people too.  But then on last Saturday evening, I had the opportunity to chat with some of the people who were on the scene of the jet ski accident a couple of weeks ago.   Seeing them was a little bit like seeing an old friend.

Funny, I could recognize them in a crowd.  

From a distance, only another face in the crowd, there was a person we didn't really know, or even know their names. but we had something deep in common.  One was a man named Kent and a man named Dale, both who were on the scene and who helped get David and Bethany out of the water and to shore. 

I felt really honored to meet them up close and personal, in a different set of circumstances, to look at them and tell them how much I appreciated that they were there.  These men really did a lot for us that day.  But you know, at the time, there was no time for introductions, now, like old friends who had been through a war or some other significantt adventure together, we could sit, relax and talk about "the old times."

All I remember is someone handing me their phone for safekeeping and the next thing I knew he was jumping into a boat and heading out on to the water to see who is in need of help.  That was Kent.  The man, just showed up out of nowhere and the next instant I was taking care of his phone.  Of course, more important things became necessary to hold on to, and when I remembered, I had been given this man's possession, I found it with my own things on the beach. 

Dale, he had been out boating himself when the crash occurred across the lake.  There he was , just having a lovely day too, when he ventured over to see hwat had happened to the other boaters over yonder.  No time for introductions then.  The next thing he knew he found himself helping an obviously  injured person, delivering her safely to the shore, and then heading back out onto the water to see if he could help the other men who were still out there.  He ended up helping to get David on a boat. When he left his house just moments earlier, he had not idea there would be this kind of an adventure in his day.

I think that most people who are strangers in these types of situations, never meet up again.  They just have an encounter at the scene and then part ways and never see one another again.  If they do see one another, maybe they do not recognize one another, or maybe they just rather not be seen.  But tonight I met and shook hands and exchanged names with these two faces once again, faces that are now etched into my mind...faces of two souls that touched my heart.

"Thank you." I told them, each individually. I felt so honored to say those two little words.... "thank you."  But I must confess, those little words it seemed a little bit trivial to say. It happened twice. In the back of my mind , as the words rolled out of my mouth into their ears, I wondered if these two little words could even begin to express the gratitude I felt inside of me for the role they had assumed that day.

They were like old friends as they asked about David and Bethany... "How is David doing?" they would say; "How is Bethany?" they asked. 

(Yes, these were friends, no longer people who were strangers, for they even knew their names!)

As I answered their questions, they were quite surprised (as the rest of us have been these past two weeks)  to hear that David had fared so well as awful as this accident had been.  The way it has all turned out is "nothing short of a miracle," I said, and  they heartily agreed.  They knew most all the gory details.... they were witnesses of much more than me that day.  Each then also proceeded to tell me the story of the events that transpired on the lake, from their perspectives.

I noticed in the hospital waiting room that whenever people gave their perspective on what had happened it was a if someone turned on a light.  When this happened, sketchy little bits and pieces that were rummaging about the brain would, like pieces of a puzzle, fall interestingly into place. As people added their perspectives  more of the picture would take shape and before long it was not so sketchy.  It was more like a two dimensional photograph in the mind, a bigger better picture of what happened that day.  After listening to Kent and Dale, I'd say my perspective of it all burst out into 3-D.

Not being in the know about the outcome, they were elated to hear that David was recovering nicely and that Bethany had been released from he hospital the same day of the accident.  They were in awe (along with the rest of us) regarding how well things have progressed over the two weeks of time.  In particular, that his injuries were what they were instead of what they could have been, (what they thought they would be.)   They told me about how they went home to their own families that day and told their loved ones about the incident that occurred before their very eyes and couldn't sleep. 

Yes, "Thank you."  seems a little trivial,  but I was glad to say it , and I meant it, and I meant it from the bottom of my heart. 

There are plenty of people to thank too... beside those  who were in our party.... our host and hostess, Kent and Dale, there are a lot of other people I do not even know who come to mind.  Neighbors, boaters, other people who were there out ooout the lake.  There are the police and paramedics, the Air Evac and  ambulance workers, and by the way, in case you are ever injured, you might want to know who it is that serves currently as president.(many people asked this question that day!)  There are doctors, nurses, hospital staff...lots of caring, hardworking people many just doing their jobs, but still people who are thanked for what they do, each and every day... for perfect strangers. 
There are many people who have been praying too!  One of which might even be reading this.... 

So, if that is you... I know it is only two little words, but believe me when I say,

"Thank you!!"

Saturday, July 24, 2010

Friday, July 23, 2010

National Geographic Live


Bethany and I made a house for a frog I found in a box on my porch.  She helped me catch him and we played national geographic for a while.  We named our little friend Glub-Glub, well, she did.... I just agreed that Glub-Glub would be a fine name for the frog.

We marveled at how cute he was... and he was really cute.. that is , for a frog.

If you catch a frog you have to feed him... (or her.)  We caught some flies and a moth.  The frog ate the flies, but not the moth, and it was a lot like watching Planet Earth or National Geographic, only it was live, right before our yes.  After two days I let the frog, and the moth,  go free in my garden....

............................................. J-U-M-P !  off he went... into the wild.

I kinda like it when I have some of the more mudane things of life to write about, like what it is like to keep a frog in a jar.   It really was not so mundane, although Glub Glub might have thought so.  I think he spent most of his time wishing he were out of the jar.  Little did he know his wish would come true!

Wednesday, July 21, 2010

Garland Theater

Today I want to write about the Garland Theater.  I am not a movie buff by any means but recently I had the chance to visit Spokane's Garland  Theater... located on Monroe and Garland Street.  It's not a great movie theater by today standards, but it is pretty cool.  It is the kind of place that is fun to imagine what it was like back when ... when it was built.

I think that it must have been a pretty posh place... once upon a day.

We went there to see a movie called
HOW TO TRAIN YOUR DRAGON... and we enjoyed it very much!