Shilah Writes

 We leave tomorrow and I'm not sad about that. There's no place like home. At home there is a washer and dryer and a real bed and shower. And my sweet little morning chair.  It's been fun. It was dreamy too in its way. We played a game one evening, had a picnic on a sunny afternoon, took lots of walks, ate out at a very authentic Italian restaurant...on and on. Many moments of relaxation and reflection. I've pondered more than usual about friendship and sisterhood. About why a few friends and siblings thrive on explaining and sharing themselves and why some of us are too "something" to explain and share and would rather quietly let people say and think what they will about you and have peace with that.  I thought and prayed a little more often for church and country. Politics are in both and I think there is a lot to tell Jesus about both.  I have thoughts about communities, how they should run and the responsibilities one must call their own, which I don'...

  We are getting in each others space just a little. Maybe like the pair of geese I watched this morning bicker and carry on over who knows what. Those two follow each other around all day long, up the bank of the harbor and all around the yard above, close to the sidewalk that leads into town. Only occasionally do they make a raucous. It looked like your typical marriage spat. She very calmly swam behind her squawking partner as he protested loudly to something she was doing. He kept clacking his beak together and shaking his head, clearly unhappy with whatever was distracting her. Maybe they were looking for food and she liked something that he thought was priced too high. Anyway, she remained unruffled and swam behind him, I think grinning and chuckling to herself that she got him to squawk. Like when Bruce and I shop downtown in touristy towns. The more intrigued I am with the candles and dishes and tea towels, the deeper his scowl creases increase. I know it worries him but I ...

  We are parked next to the Blue Gollywobbler. She is the boat you see out the window. This morning in my half awakened state as I sipped down my coffee; I watched a blue heron lead her daily yoga class. I was her only human audience I suppose, but I promise I'm not making this up. Truly, she was magnificent as she lifted her beak toward the skies and held it for the count of five. Then fluffing her wings for three repetitions, she alighted and glided 20 feet into the water. Now her beard became visible, did you know blue herons have beards? Perhaps she was a guy, blue heron. One should do their research. I will, but for now I will continue the yoga class given by said heron.  The next step of relaxation was to thrust her face straight down into the water and hold for the count of three. That done, now fly. Up three feet out of the water onto blue and white boat to the right. Fly to the top, O Thou Great, Heron. Here she commenced her wing fluffs, up down, up down, side step l...

  It is a beautiful morning here in Gig Harbor. We left the world of snow and ice behind on Sunday while our home was getting smothered with the worst storm yet this year. I did a little happy jig in my heart after driving a couple hours on snowy roads and stopping at a rest area where the weather had taken on a balmy warmth.  As we stepped out of the pickup, the tree we had parked under was alive with chickadees in birdsong. It was as if they were singing the snow right off the branches and the ground. There was evidence of the big storm in the depth of snow still left on every available tree limb, lamp-post, and sidewalk. But those birds were doing their level best to sing it all away, as was my aforementioned heart. I read aloud, A Lesson in Hope by Philip Gulley off and on throughout the drive over while the roads got better and better. The snow disappeared completely as we drove into this popular little harbor. It really isn't little at all but living on a boat in an har...

  This morning I put lime juice in my coffee. That was not what I meant to do. Too much multi-tasking makes me sloppy. I was fixing another drink at the same time which is a powder that is supposed to help with blood sugars and calmness, so I thought why not throw a little lime in there for a more interesting flavor? But my poor innocent coffee was nearby and my brain was focused on other things like switching out the laundry or wondering if I should get something out of the freezer for dinner and that's when it happened. I went to Spokane with my girls yesterday. They were sisters and friends and I delighted in watching them. I am definitely the mom. I am not young and urban like they are, nor do I wish to be. There is a definite barrier between the things we know. It's a beautiful thing. I used to embarrass them, quite by accident, by driving over a curb or not watching where I was going in the aisles. (according to them)Yesterday, I pretended to fall out of the car when one ...

  I am troubled by the divisive spirit some Christians are sharing all under the guise of caring and sharing and thinking outside the box. Especially concerning politics.  I am an activist myself, concerning politics and my country's many troubles, but perhaps not in the sense you are thinking. Obviously people, even Christian people, have opinions. It could be we have more than the usual ilk of mankind. I'm not saying we should keep our opinions to ourselves but I do believe we should pass our opinions through rigorous testing before we share them. Here's how I am an activist of politics and my country's movements and the personal rigorous testing I put my opinions under before sharing how I feel about certain policies: 1. I read the headlines and gather information from many points of view. Most points of view make me feel unsettled and burdened. 2. I don't believe everything reported to be a true picture of accuracy. Everything has a tint or agenda of what the re...

  I mentioned last post that sometimes I struggle to pray for some requests,  because my brain tries to figure out what's wrong or how to fix the human problem in a practical manner, with words or doing of my own. Anyway, that's the whole point of prayer isn't it? To admit to Abba Father, that we don't know what to do, we can't figure it out and we need help.  To be able to say to God our Creator our burdens, needs, sorrows, and yes, even our trifles, the piddly stuff. And our praises and our worship and awe. That's the purpose, to get to..."Thy kingdom come, here and now, as You want it, Father in Heaven. To see our cluttered, tired souls as in need of rest and release from distraction and dread...this is what happens when we bring it all to Jesus. Humble and broken, we get to  peace and EASY. "For my yoke is easy, my burden is light." -Jesus Don't be like me and my prone ness to judge others' requests. It is simply a naughty, human way. ...