We got to go to a potluck tonight at B.F. Day, the school that Anna and Taylor have been given spots here in Seattle. Everyone we met was fabulous tonight! What a cool school indeed....
Thursday, August 30, 2012
new school
appoggiatura
I LOOKED UP THE WORD "GRACE" AND ONE OF THE
DEFINITIONS WAS "A MUSICAL TRILL, TURN,
OR APPOGGIATURA". Other than "appoggiatura" being a
good word to know if you are into crossword puzzles or trying to win the state
spelling bee, I thought it was worth looking into further. Since I can't
read a note of music, I had to look up what this was!
appoggiatura: an embellishing note or tone preceding an
essential melodic note or tone and usually written as a note of
smaller size
comments from the Webster website:
"At
any rate, the word is appoggiatura, and in Italian it literally means a "lean"
into something....so, when you sing the note above the final note one step
above, you are leaning toward the note...also, in 18th century style, and it
carried over into later styles, one never sang a downward third, without
filling in that space...it happens all the time in Mozart recitative.
"appoggiatura is this tiny tiny note,
but critical to the structure- it's a 'tensioning' note in the work- and
he picked out this one tiny note played by the masterclass student and
requested they pay attention to the 'appogiatura' and give it the right accent
to lead to the release. Great stuff."
I
think this helps me understand what grace is in a roundabout way. A teeny tiny
note that comes out in the music when there is tension and a need to lean into
something bigger...and it always precedes the essential melody in our lives...
Wednesday, August 29, 2012
restoring
With a lot of painting this week in our house (I felt like Michelangelo as I painted two ceilings today!) and the transformation that goes on in the restoring of the old, I am reminded of this beautiful quote....
Tuesday, August 28, 2012
grace showed up on my doorstep today....
Giving thanks for the amazing gift of Chris Trautman showing up at our house today with a basket of goodies and paintbrush in hand. We had the best day talking, painting, breathing in paint fumes, talking to our neighbor together, and catching up. Wow. What a wonderful way to spend the day!!
Monday, August 27, 2012
Welcome to the Neighborhood!
I thought this hit the nail on the head this morning: "Trust Me in the midst of a messy day. Your inner calm- your Peace in My Presence- need not be shaken by what is going on around you. Though you live in this temporal world, your innermost being is rooted and grounded in eternity. When you start to feel stressed, detach yourself from the disturbances around you. Instead of desperately striving to maintain order and control in your little world, relax and remember that circumstances cannot touch My Peace. Seek My Face, and I will share My mind with you, opening your eyes to see things from My perspective. Do not let your heart be troubled and do not be afraid. The Peace I give is sufficient for you." -Sarah Young
Sunday, August 26, 2012
House Blessing
We got to walk through our new house yesterday and we spent the night there in sleeping bags last night. We are in love with this place and with our new neighborhood!
the Door and Keeper, for us and our dear ones;
this day and every day, blessing for always.
Living Room:
Lord Jesus, be our holy guest.
For sending your Spirit.
Children’s Rooms:
song:
O God of life and love, the true rest of your people. Bless the hours of rest and refreshment, their sleeping and their waking, and grant that they, strengthened by the indwelling of the Holy Spirit, may rise to serve you all the days of our lives, through Jesus our Lord. Amen.
Guest Room (say in hallway):
Do not neglect to show hospitality, for thereby some have entertained angels unaware.
Jason’s Study:
Whatever you do, work at it with all your heart, as working for the Lord, not for men.
God, help us to think your thoughts and feel your feelings for the people and places you put in our path..
Bathroom:
Unless the Lord builds the house,
Song:
We bow our heads and thank you,
Amen, Amen.
Our Father in heaven,
Reveal who you are.
Set the world right;
Do what's best -- as above, so below.
Keep us alive with three square meals.
Keep us forgiven with you and forgiving others.
You're in charge!
You can do anything you want!
You're ablaze in beauty!
Yes. Yes. Yes. --- The Message
The grace of our Lord Jesus Christ, the love of God, and the fellowship of the Holy Spirit, be with us all forever. Amen.
That the Lord hath made, that the Lord hath made
We will rejoice, we will rejoice
And be glad in it, and be glad in it
This is the day that the Lord hath made
We will rejoice and be glad in it
This is the day, this is the day
That the Lord hath made
Saturday, August 25, 2012
Love Life
with all the crazy, unpredictable, and even absurd parts of this last month, this is such a great way to frame it...
Friday, August 24, 2012
Back to School Talk
We will be having our own version of this talk with Anna and Taylor before school starts!
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THE TALK
School is beginning. Many of you have written to ask me what our family “Back to School” traditions are. If I haven’t responded, it’s because I stared at those questions and thought: CRAP. I’m supposed to have Back to School traditions???
If any, I suppose our traditions are getting crazy excited (Craig and I, not the kids), cursing through Target on the hunt for specific brands of scissors, and MAKING LUNCHES again. Why is making lunches SO hard?
Also, this: The Talk. We have The Talk with each child at the start of every school year. Our approach changes, but the story doesn’t. The story is always about Adam. Chase knows Adam’s story by heart now, and that is the point.
Please don’t forget to have The Talk. Below is how I do it, but like Rumi said, there are a thousand ways to kneel and kiss the ground.
One way is to copy and paste this letter, change Chase to your kid’s name, and read it together. That’s what my girlfriends do. Totes fine with us.
Love You So. Happy School. And to those Monkee Mamas who left their littles at college this week. Well done. Well done, mamas. You can love them just as ferociously from a distance, right? With more time for manicures and books.
Carry On, Warriors.
Love, G
originally published on august 28, 2011
Dear Chase,
Hey, baby.
Tomorrow is a big day. Third Grade – wow.
Chase – When I was in third grade, there was a little boy in my class named Adam.
Adam looked a little different and he wore funny clothes and sometimes he even smelled a little bit. Adam didn’t smile. He hung his head low and he never looked at anyone at all. Adam never did his homework. I don’t think his parents reminded him like yours do. The other kids teased Adam a lot. Whenever they did, his head hung lower and lower and lower. I never teased him, but I never told the other kids to stop, either.
And I never talked to Adam, not once. I never invited him to sit next to me at lunch, or to play with me at recess. Instead, he sat and played by himself. He must have been very lonely.
I still think about Adam every day. I wonder if Adam remembers me? Probably not. I bet if I’d asked him to play, just once, he’d still remember me.
I think that God puts people in our lives as gifts to us. The children in your class this year, they are some of God’s gifts to you.
So please treat each one like a gift from God. Every single one.
Baby, if you see a child being left out, or hurt, or teased, a part of your heart will hurt a little. Your daddy and I want you to trust that heart- ache. Your whole life, we want you to notice and trust your heart-ache. That heart ache is called compassion, and it is God’s signal to you to do something. It is God saying, Chase! Wake up! One of my babies is hurting! Do something to help! Whenever you feel compassion – be thrilled! It means God is speaking to you, and that is magic. It means He trusts you and needs you.
Sometimes the magic of compassion will make you step into the middle of a bad situation right away.
Compassion might lead you to tell a teaser to stop it and then ask the teased kid to play. You might invite a left-out kid to sit next to you at lunch. You might choose a kid for your team first who usually gets chosen last. These things will be hard to do, but you can do hard things.
Sometimes you will feel compassion but you won’t step in right away. That’s okay, too. You might choose instead to tell your teacher and then tell us. We are on your team – we are on your whole class’s team. Asking for help for someone who is hurting is not tattling, it is doing the right thing. If someone in your class needs help, please tell me, baby. We will make a plan to help together.
When God speaks to you by making your heart hurt for another, by giving you compassion, just do something. Please do not ignore God whispering to you. I so wish I had not ignored God when He spoke to me about Adam. I remember Him trying, I remember feeling compassion, but I chose fear over compassion. I wish I hadn’t. Adam could have used a friend and I could have, too.
Chase – We do not care if you are the smartest or fastest or coolest or funniest. There will be lots of contests at school, and we don’t care if you win a single one of them. We don’t care if you get straight As. We don’t care if the girls think you’re cute or whether you’re picked first or last for kickball at recess. We don’t care if you are your teacher’s favorite or not. We don’t care if you have the best clothes or most Pokemon cards or coolest gadgets. We just don’t care.
We don’t send you to school to become the best at anything at all. We already love you as much as we possibly could. You do not have to earn our love or pride and you can’t lose it. That’s done.
We send you to school to practice being brave and kind.
Kind people are brave people. Brave is not a feeling that you should wait for. It is a decision. It is a decision that compassion is more important than fear, than fitting in, than following the crowd.
Trust me, baby, it is. It is more important.
Don’t try to be the best this year, honey.
Just be grateful and kind and brave. That’s all you ever need to be.
Take care of those classmates of yours, and your teacher, too. You Belong to Each Other. You are one lucky boy . . . with all of these new gifts to unwrap this year.
I love you so much that my heart might explode.
Enjoy and cherish your gifts.
And thank you for being my favorite gift of all time.
Love,
Mama