Yesterday was Palm Sunday. We went to church – my brother and sister and I. At one time or another all of us have worshiped at St Philip’s Episcopal church. It was lovely to return.
Blessed is the King who comes in the name of the Lord. Peace in heaven and glory in the kingdom.
I bid your thanksgiving for the living culture of the Pascua Yaqui and Tohono O’odham peoples, the traditional custodians of the land on which we worship.
Go in peace to love and serve the Lord. Thanks be to God.
We left our casita early the morning of the birthday.
We all met at my brother’s home for the drive downtown to visit The Historic Pima County Courthouse.
We were there to see the memorial to the victims of the 2011 Tucson shooting which killed six and seriously wounded thirteen, including the then-U.S. Representative Gabby Giffords.
My nephew, who is employed by Pima County, was pivotal in creating several profound films about the event.
He joined us for our visit. His anecdotal stories about the memorial enhanced the experience.
My nephew’s long time friend and muralist, Joe Pagac, was at work on an enormous mural nearby. We stopped by for a short visit and a chance to see him at work. A real treat.
Unlike the previous day, this day was hot. 100 degrees! I definitely felt the heat blast.
In the early evening we all – plus a few more family members – gathered at Blanco restaurant for dinner. It was a feast of food and family!
Later we returned to my brother’s home for presents and cake.
A wonderful day of celebrating two wonderful persons!
Photo by Randy Metcalf
A couple of days ago, my sister and I took a road trip.
Taking the back roads from Phoenix to Tucson, we drove through a variety of terrain.
We traversed parts of the Gila River Indian Reservation. Dry dirt. Dry land.
Lovely colors of yellow and dusty pink along the road edges.
Green fields.
And then we met up with the Saguaros.
And more.
Further on down the road we stopped at the. Tom Mix memorial. A film star in the early 1900’s, he died in a car accident on this spot. The monument was erected to ensure he would not be forgotten.
A short drive down this road, and a quick left turn, we arrived at my brother and sister-in-law’s home.
My brother suggested we drive a short way to SculptureTucson, a non-profit for the promotion of sculpture in Tucson and Southern Arizona.
On exhibit were fourteen large scale sculptures by Rotraut, a German-French visual artist. It was 90 degrees, but we didn’t notice as we walked around these stunning sculptures.
Okay, we DID notice the heat. Still, it was great fun!
We ended the day feasting on Kris’ famous tacos. Yum!
I had a close call on my flight today. I flew in a very big airplane and I sat in the very front of the very big plane in a fancy seat that almost made into a bed. Yes, I am very fortunate.
I was offered my beverage of choice. “I’ll have sparkling water over ice, please.”
Delta has brought back hot meals served on linen table mats. When asked for my meal choices listed on the flight attendant’s phone, I read: sous vide chicken, vegetarian melange, the impossible burger. Burger! I thought. I’ll have that.
Too late I asked if this was a meatless burger. “Yes and it’s very tasty.” Oh boy. A short while later I was sure I could smell something different before it arrived.
With a flourish the mat was laid on the table and the tray placed on top. I looked up in time to see the mishmash of id’s hanging around the flight attendant’s neck swipe across the open-face of that impossible burger.
I slowly slid the bun top over that meatless burger.
The dessert was awesome.
Soon it will be time to get on down the road. Well, the tarmac.
The early morning drive down from the mountaintop began in the dark. The dawning of the day was lovely. No fanfare, it just slowly appeared.
Then Spring green showed up.
Dazzle time
Arrived. Well, arrived so I could navigate my way to my departure gate.
Now seated in my chair in the sky.
“Once you have tasted flight, you will forever walk the earth with your eyes turned skyward, for there you have been, and there you will always long to return.” Leonardo Da Vinci
Traveling mercies.
I’m journeying to Arizona tomorrow for a celebration. The twins (my sister and brother) are having a birthday. This birthday sets the stage for the birthday that follows. My sister and brother will enter their 80th decade in just a few days.
We three have been we three since the twins were teenagers and I had just turned of age – close to 60 years. While we later added spouses and children, we’ve always been we three.
I’m really looking forward to this reunion and celebration.
All manner of plans are in place. And in flux. I know many things to see and do we’re planned. With even more suggestions to consider. Yet already there have been revisions made as the reality of various types of health challenges some of us face, have revealed the need for a reality check.
Still, isn’t it wonderfully remarkable that our first reaction to “we could also do this or that“ is “of course!” We will see as we go.
I’ll first fly to Phoenix, and the next day my sister and I will take a road trip south to Tucson to commence the birthday festivity.
Come along! Traveling mercies.
I’ve arrived home. After a glorious detour to Houston for a couple of days, I’m home.
Pieces of my heart remain in Taos and Houston. I’ll surely return. This night it’s good to be home.
There were some stunning views outside the plane window on the flight this afternoon.
And a best-effort sunset on the drive to the mountains.
“Sometimes I need only to stand wherever I am to be blessed.” This Mary Oliver quote beautifully describes how I feel tonight. I was blessed to be in Taos, blessed to be in Houston. And now blessed to be home.
With the recent snowstorm in northeast Georgia, I’m taking a detour home. It’s a great detour, as I’m traveling home to Houston for a couple of days. Home is relative, but my friend always makes me feel comfortable, so I call it home for a time.
Leaving at dawn, we enjoyed a spectacular sky light show on the way out of town.
A stop at Taos Coffee Apothecary, with a short chat with our familiar barista, and it was time to say goodbye. For now.
I’m letting the moments of these past six days sink in, nourish me, remind me of care, kindness, joy.
Of simple pleasures. Of slow travel. Of reunion.
Of beauty made by God,
and beauty made by God’s children.
And now I find myself in Houston. An unexpected gift.
But not the fire in the kiva.
A last sighting of the sunset outside the casa.
I’m in for the night after a lovely Sabbath day.
A quick trip to town.
A walk down the road to see the llamas. Stacey, Hilary, Kamala and Dawn.
A visit to the Harwood Museum. Our friend, Abby, met us there. An artist herself, and a long-time resident of the area, her insights about much of the art on display enhanced my experience of the works.
Now home by the fire, eating what’s left over for dinner, soon to pack for the flight to Houston tomorrow.
That’s right. I’m going to Houston because I can’t go home as planned. The mountains are covered in deep snow, and my ride (Evan) can’t get in or out. So I’m having another travel lark!
Following Mary Oliver’s words, to “open my eyes and my hands”, I feel I have done just that this day.
I’m sitting in front of a fire I built this Sabbath morning. I find it needs intentional tending in order for it to continue to burn. Not doing so allows the fire to “die down” and trail off to silence and an incomplete burn.
So I’m sort of vigilant, but easily distracted. I’m thinking about how to be more intentional – about the fire, and of my life—-
where I find myself this particular morning, as the night ends and morning begins;
how to spend this day with no missed opportunities or regrets;
to look up more often;
to take say yes to invitations;
to chase a sunset like a bird;
to spend time pondering; wondering, sharing;
to share my bounty with others;
To see what God has in store for me, and to say YES!
Mary Oliver writes in her poem I Don’t Want to Live a Small Life, “Open your eyes,
open your hands”.
This day I shall open my eyes and my hands.
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