Archive for February, 2010


Grain of Wheat

It’s noteworthy that much of the ‘self-help’ and ‘self-improvement’ advice sounds an awful lot like phrases taken right out of scripture.  A wide variety of scripture, I might add.

I read a lovely essay about a woman who discovered that the child she was carrying tested positive for Down’s.  Some advisors advised her to end the pregnancy.  She did not.  The essay was not about ‘choice’; it was about letting go of her expectations of what her life should be and allowing life to happen, with all its twists and turns and surprises. She quoted a Buddhist phrase at the beginning of her essay which sounded so much like words from the New Testament reminding us that a grain of wheat must die in order to become more fully itself.  Let go of your little mind and let life surprise you.

What has this to do with writing?  Well, quite a bit actually.

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Snowed In

I’ve been running into the idea of finding God in the darkness, in the cloud, in the quiet places lately.  Maybe it’s the kind of thing folks write about during winter.  One of my complaints about living in Texas has been that there aren’t any real seasons.  We have summer and we have something else that is not quite summer, but hardly qualifies as Spring, Fall or Winter.

My son and daughter-in-law live in Boston and after a while the winter doesn’t so much look like a gift as much as it looks like a prison term or a very cold Purgatory.  But closer to the equator here in Texas we usually skip right over winter and step into something that is a little chilly, often quite warm, just fixin’ to cuddle up to a long stretch of HOT that starts in March and hangs around through Thanksgiving.

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February Made Me Shiver

Its been more gray than usual here in North Texas—- reminds me of the endless winters I spent as a kid on Long Island. February meant snow–   momentarily fresh—then quickly old,  covered in the soot of car exhaust and tire tracks.  February meant  boots and cold toes and shivers and  knitted hats and red noses and rosy cheeks.  It meant  coming in for hot chocolate of scalded milk and Ovaltine or the little packets of chocolate powder with tiny marshmallows.  It meant chicken noodle soup and play time getting just a bit longer as winter kicked up its last hurrah.

February meant back to ordinary time.  Days of routine now that Christmas and New Year’s were weeks behind us.  February was the lull before the whimsy that is March. February is the time to get some work done.

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