This isn’t a post about spectacular tumbles. It’s about the way our minds work and process information. See, I can be normal. I'm not twisted all the time.
One of my favorite patients came to see me today. A routine visit so he was feeling fine. Since he’s pretty healthy I only see him every once in awhile.
He stepped into my x-ray room and we took a few 8 x 10 glossies. We usually get an annual chest x-ray and then while they are dressed (or undressed) for that we jet them across the hall for an EKG. It usually works well but sometimes the EKG’s get bogged down and the patient has to wait awhile in my room. I’ll come out of my dark room and find patients weeping on the scale, playing with my model of the spine or reading medical posters.
Today, I stepped out and my patient said. “Can I ask you what that is? Is it a level?” He pointed to my clock. It’s a drug clock so it has product information on the face and sported the colors of the medication. Often drug paraphernalia is gimmicky, funky numbers, odd shapes, usually not your normal items.
So I stared where he pointed. “Well…it’s the second hand, it fell off.”
He turned red and laughed. “Oh, I thought it was a statement about how the drug leveled something out and the level was crooked so it wasn’t good advertising.”
Isn’t that funny? Our surroundings determine the way we look at things sometimes. He expected some weird gimmick so he didn’t even consider that the item was what it was. In another setting he wouldn’t even has questioned the fact that it was a second hand. It was that obvious. But because he saw things differently in light of his location, he questioned what he knew to be true or likely.
How’s that for a spiritual lesson? Do you ever second guess what you believe to be true because of your surroundings? Does your faith feel foreign in some situations? Do you avoid entering a church because you expect that reality changes and things will be skewed, that somehow in a church a second hand isn’t a second hand anymore?
Thursday, February 01, 2007
Wednesday, January 31, 2007
Serials and Scenarios - Germ
Hey kids. Germ is the focus of the water cooler discussion in Christian fiction this week. Germs and water coolers, doesn't sound like a good idea. Keep reading...it gets worse.
Robert aka Bob Liparulo even answered some of my questions. I'll shoot those into cyberspace on Friday.
Germ: The details.
http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0785261788
Germ: The author link
http://www.robertliparulo.com
Germ: The Review....
I anticipated the release, even itched, to get my hands on "Germ." I didn't read "Comes a Horseman" but followed comments and reviews of Liparo's first novel. I knew "Germ" would be a book that generated conversation.
Violence and gore is one of the charges leveled against "Comes a Horseman," " Germ" contains blood and guts, too. This isn't an easy read. The subject matter is rough. But the gore isn't gratuitous or sensational, its sharing a story that is very visual and sense oriented. So much so that if you can't do suspense or strong violence you may want to avoid it. I can't watch war movies because of what the death and violence do to my spirit, but I clipped through "Germ," so use that as a guide if you are squeamish.
Another topic of discussion that's come up is the "lack" of strong Christian threads throughout Liparolo's work. I have a few comments about that, too. There is no prayer printed on the last page, or extremely evangelical characters, but I found a realistic and positive protrayal of a Christian character that presented love and forgiveness within the pages of "Germ."
What do you want from your Christian fiction? If you are looking for a salvation plan based story, you probably won't be satisfied with the Christian content in "Germ." But if you like art that points out the differences between redeemed and unredeemed with the themes of love and redemption swirled throughout the story like subtle brush strokes adding light on a painting, you'll likely appreciate Liparulo's subtle touches.
As far as story goes. I can see why there is talk of a movie. I had actors picked out for most of the parts. This story is suspenseful, thrilling, twisty and edge of seat. A scenario so not farfetched that it hits a little too close to my comfort zone.
The book is also well written with some vivid and often beautiful descriptions (or vivid descriptions that just might curl your toes.)
"Germ" is a great read. I recommend it.
Robert aka Bob Liparulo even answered some of my questions. I'll shoot those into cyberspace on Friday.
Germ: The details.
http://www.amazon.com/exec
Germ: The author link
http://www.robertliparulo.com
Germ: The Review....
I anticipated the release, even itched, to get my hands on "Germ." I didn't read "Comes a Horseman" but followed comments and reviews of Liparo's first novel. I knew "Germ" would be a book that generated conversation.
Violence and gore is one of the charges leveled against "Comes a Horseman," " Germ" contains blood and guts, too. This isn't an easy read. The subject matter is rough. But the gore isn't gratuitous or sensational, its sharing a story that is very visual and sense oriented. So much so that if you can't do suspense or strong violence you may want to avoid it. I can't watch war movies because of what the death and violence do to my spirit, but I clipped through "Germ," so use that as a guide if you are squeamish.
Another topic of discussion that's come up is the "lack" of strong Christian threads throughout Liparolo's work. I have a few comments about that, too. There is no prayer printed on the last page, or extremely evangelical characters, but I found a realistic and positive protrayal of a Christian character that presented love and forgiveness within the pages of "Germ."
What do you want from your Christian fiction? If you are looking for a salvation plan based story, you probably won't be satisfied with the Christian content in "Germ." But if you like art that points out the differences between redeemed and unredeemed with the themes of love and redemption swirled throughout the story like subtle brush strokes adding light on a painting, you'll likely appreciate Liparulo's subtle touches.
As far as story goes. I can see why there is talk of a movie. I had actors picked out for most of the parts. This story is suspenseful, thrilling, twisty and edge of seat. A scenario so not farfetched that it hits a little too close to my comfort zone.
The book is also well written with some vivid and often beautiful descriptions (or vivid descriptions that just might curl your toes.)
"Germ" is a great read. I recommend it.
Tuesday, January 30, 2007
Scribbles and Scrambles - Window Surfing
I must confess I’m a little sad.
True, I’m sleeping tucked away in my new bedroom, safe and sound and bordered by my almost completely functional closet. True, the scaredy cat finally made an appearance. We feared she’d hide in a dark downstairs corner forever. This poor cat freaks when the floor squeaks, can you imagine her distress with all the power tools and the clunk of work boots overhead?
No, the touch of sadness is because of a new change in the landscape of construction.
The small hole in the wall is gone. For three days we had a special portal from old to new, and with a few bone-jarring cuts with a diamond blade super-cutter the whole wall fell. After the dust cleared (cough) my eldest daughter leaned toward me and whispered. “when we climbed through the window, it was like entering an alternate reality, like Narnia.”
Had I known Narnia lie on the other side of the window, I would’ve climbed through in my church clothes. Really.
Sigh.
But there was a wee bit of an accident to lighten the mood.
One of Rob’s friends came over to help with the wall dismantling. After the debris clean-up (cough) Rob brought in a small set of three steps. My husband, amazing builder/carpenter/hunk that he is has been doing quite a bit of recycling. Nice on two counts. 1) huge money savings. 2) takes the edge off new so it doesn’t feel cookie-cuttery.
Rob set the steps next to the wall and said “these are NOT attached, DON’T step on them.”
My mom and I and our buddy then stand around and chat about the openness of the room, Rob’s great work/ideas and blah, blah, blah. Apparently we ALL suffer from short-term memory loss because the buddy, whom I’ll call Joe_ stepped on the top step.
Mom and I watched in horrified silence as Joe_ hesitated and then surfed the set of stairs. In slow motion he shimmied while the steps bucked him off. He landed in three sections, feet, knee, hands.
All that lacked was sunshine and some Beach Boy’s music. (We had plenty of grit/sand.) (cough)
Silence.
By now you all know that a good tumble kicks my funny bone into gear. But I’ve never seen Joe_ in a compromising situation such as this, and a man face down on the floor, no matter how gracefully he arrived there might not appreciate the background music of giggles.
In the silence, he pulled himself off the floor, then bent over double and laughed.
I don’t need to tell you what I did, after I asked him if he was okay of course.
True, I’m sleeping tucked away in my new bedroom, safe and sound and bordered by my almost completely functional closet. True, the scaredy cat finally made an appearance. We feared she’d hide in a dark downstairs corner forever. This poor cat freaks when the floor squeaks, can you imagine her distress with all the power tools and the clunk of work boots overhead?
No, the touch of sadness is because of a new change in the landscape of construction.
The small hole in the wall is gone. For three days we had a special portal from old to new, and with a few bone-jarring cuts with a diamond blade super-cutter the whole wall fell. After the dust cleared (cough) my eldest daughter leaned toward me and whispered. “when we climbed through the window, it was like entering an alternate reality, like Narnia.”
Had I known Narnia lie on the other side of the window, I would’ve climbed through in my church clothes. Really.
Sigh.
But there was a wee bit of an accident to lighten the mood.
One of Rob’s friends came over to help with the wall dismantling. After the debris clean-up (cough) Rob brought in a small set of three steps. My husband, amazing builder/carpenter/hunk that he is has been doing quite a bit of recycling. Nice on two counts. 1) huge money savings. 2) takes the edge off new so it doesn’t feel cookie-cuttery.
Rob set the steps next to the wall and said “these are NOT attached, DON’T step on them.”
My mom and I and our buddy then stand around and chat about the openness of the room, Rob’s great work/ideas and blah, blah, blah. Apparently we ALL suffer from short-term memory loss because the buddy, whom I’ll call Joe_ stepped on the top step.
Mom and I watched in horrified silence as Joe_ hesitated and then surfed the set of stairs. In slow motion he shimmied while the steps bucked him off. He landed in three sections, feet, knee, hands.
All that lacked was sunshine and some Beach Boy’s music. (We had plenty of grit/sand.) (cough)
Silence.
By now you all know that a good tumble kicks my funny bone into gear. But I’ve never seen Joe_ in a compromising situation such as this, and a man face down on the floor, no matter how gracefully he arrived there might not appreciate the background music of giggles.
In the silence, he pulled himself off the floor, then bent over double and laughed.
I don’t need to tell you what I did, after I asked him if he was okay of course.
Monday, January 29, 2007
Scribbles and Scrambles - Monday Jottings
Guess where I slept this weekend?
In my bed, in my new room!
Call me a Pollyanna, but I know that underneath all the bags and boxes lies a room of great beauty. And in spite of every inch of muscle in my entire body which screamed as I lay down to sleep the first night, I know I'll soon sleep like a baby. Even though I must now either exit into the cold Iowa winter to enter the downstairs or crawl through a hole in the wall eventually I will have a whole inner-connected house.
I do like the uniqueness and adventure of the whole process. I suppose there is something to be said for ripping off a chunk of plastic and "voila!" exposing a perfect room.
But if that was the case, would I truly appreciate it?
And the story factor. What a tragedy it would be if my children couldn't reminisce and laugh about crawling, in their Sunday best, through the hole in the wall. Or how about the treasure maze from the kitchen to the unfinished stairs to half dry-walled painted walls to nearly-completed-except-for-the-pile-of-flooring living room opening into the piece-de-resistance - the perfect bedrooms?
On another note, I love cracking people up. Or maybe I just love easy laughers.
My day job gets a bit dry. We're talking medicine, x-rays, insurance and blah routine. My clinic is a far cry from Grey's Anatomy, though I could share some sentences that would curl your toes. Did you know that food is often used to describe bodily malfunctions? I'm sure watermelon flesh gives you a lovely visual.
But I digress. Today, I had a giggler. She made me feel like Jerry Seinfeld. This is the line that really got her going..... "Okay, you can step back and breathe now if you didn't breathe at okay. I hate it when I have to say, 'oh, honey, you're blue. In x-ray talk okay means you can breathe.'"
She laughed so hard I had to hold up on the second x-ray.
When you got it, you got it, what can I say.
And should you not agree with her assessment of my humor -- feel free NOT to comment.
In my bed, in my new room!
Call me a Pollyanna, but I know that underneath all the bags and boxes lies a room of great beauty. And in spite of every inch of muscle in my entire body which screamed as I lay down to sleep the first night, I know I'll soon sleep like a baby. Even though I must now either exit into the cold Iowa winter to enter the downstairs or crawl through a hole in the wall eventually I will have a whole inner-connected house.
I do like the uniqueness and adventure of the whole process. I suppose there is something to be said for ripping off a chunk of plastic and "voila!" exposing a perfect room.
But if that was the case, would I truly appreciate it?
And the story factor. What a tragedy it would be if my children couldn't reminisce and laugh about crawling, in their Sunday best, through the hole in the wall. Or how about the treasure maze from the kitchen to the unfinished stairs to half dry-walled painted walls to nearly-completed-except-for-the-pile-of-flooring living room opening into the piece-de-resistance - the perfect bedrooms?
On another note, I love cracking people up. Or maybe I just love easy laughers.
My day job gets a bit dry. We're talking medicine, x-rays, insurance and blah routine. My clinic is a far cry from Grey's Anatomy, though I could share some sentences that would curl your toes. Did you know that food is often used to describe bodily malfunctions? I'm sure watermelon flesh gives you a lovely visual.
But I digress. Today, I had a giggler. She made me feel like Jerry Seinfeld. This is the line that really got her going..... "Okay, you can step back and breathe now if you didn't breathe at okay. I hate it when I have to say, 'oh, honey, you're blue. In x-ray talk okay means you can breathe.'"
She laughed so hard I had to hold up on the second x-ray.
When you got it, you got it, what can I say.
And should you not agree with her assessment of my humor -- feel free NOT to comment.
Friday, January 26, 2007
Serials and Scenarios - Marilynn Griffith - Unleashed - Part 2
Marilynn stopped in for another visit and exposed another glimpse or two of her psyche.
So, Marilynn (now that I can spell your name correctly and think we'd have a fun time together) if you aren't busy Saturday night we have a ladies night planned at my church. Drop in if you'll be in Iowa. It's going to be the loud church on the edge of town. Can't miss it.
I interupt this interview for a quick news flash:
Construction update:
I've put some of my stuff in my new closet. No shelves or rods yet. My girls have carpet. This remodel thing is going to be behind me soon. My hubby is uber-wonderful.
I'll soon have a writing area to call my own. Others often call this "office space."
Red - Me - Blue - Marilynn
Book, music, person, food you would take with you on a very long trip.
The Bible, a hymnal, Patti Labelle. and a full kitchen. She'd cover the music and the food, not to mention giving me some great hairdos. I'd need my mpe player and some running shoes. My huband's coming too, right? LOL
Where would you most like to travel ----- moon, north pole, deep seas, deserted island, the holy land or back to a place from your childhood, somewhere else? – and why.
I'd love to go to Nigeria and meet my father's family there. I've never been.
Favorite season and why?
Fall. Anyone who knows me will suck their teeth if they read this since I have a nervous breakdown like every October, but I love the leaves, the food, the holidays, all of it.
Favorite book setting and why?
Strangely enough, I love fictional settings like Middle Earth from Narnia. Southwest settings intrigue me. I love Ohio settings, probably because I was born there.
Which compliment related to your writing has meant the most and why?
Having Sharon Ewell Foster and Lisa Samson endorse my first book meant the world to me. I respect both of them very much.
What criticism has cut the deepest and why?
Oh my, you're going there aren't you? My first and only Publisher's Weekly review was brutal. Too much deepening faith and resolved relationships. I was down for a bit and then my husband said, "You're made because you wrote a book with faith and resolution? Who are you trying to please?" Did I say he was a good catch?
What would you do today if you knew you had only a week to live?
Eat a lot of cookies and write really, really, fast. :)
Some out there in writing land have strange rituals. Share yours.
Oh how I would love to have rituals. Instead, I have seven children. So...my rituals go like this: run, hide, turn on computer, type furiously, ask if child banging at door is bleeding, wipe blood and remember rest of scene, hug child and scribble in notebook... You get the idea. Most of the rituals I'd like to have are in my books!
I went to bed early but woke up in the middle of the night thinking about that writing ritual question. The Lord brought to mind that although that is the way I wrote most of my books, in the past few months, I really don't write as much when my kids are home. I thought about Tangerine and Turquoise and in truth, my writing ritual went more like this: walk, drink water, read Bible, pray, tea, write a while, check email, run errands, edit, pick up kids, etc.
Fiction character you would most like to be or most identify with and why?
Kelly, kelly what are you doing ot me? LOL Let's see... If I could be any fiction character, it would have to be Stargirl from Stargirl by Jerry Spinelli. I would just love to be that perky for a few minutes. LOL
If you could ask any person, living or dead, a random question -- what question would you ask of whom?
Oh my! Let's see, that would have to be my wonderful grandmother, Goldie B. Freeman. She went to be with the Lord in 1987. My question for her would be why she called me Mary Lynn all my life when my name was really Marilynn! LOL I didn't find out my real name until I was 19. I guess my mom was tired from the birth and forgot what she named me. :)
Thanks, Marilynn. It's been loads of fun.
Here's Marilynn's web addy again:http://marilynngriffith.typepad.com/rhythmsofgrace/
And the link to "If the Shoe Fits." http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0373785763
Have an excellent weekend, everyone.
I'll be packing and moving and hauling and tossing and HOPEFULLY sleeping at some point.
So, Marilynn (now that I can spell your name correctly and think we'd have a fun time together) if you aren't busy Saturday night we have a ladies night planned at my church. Drop in if you'll be in Iowa. It's going to be the loud church on the edge of town. Can't miss it.
I interupt this interview for a quick news flash:
Construction update:
I've put some of my stuff in my new closet. No shelves or rods yet. My girls have carpet. This remodel thing is going to be behind me soon. My hubby is uber-wonderful.
I'll soon have a writing area to call my own. Others often call this "office space."
Red - Me - Blue - Marilynn
Book, music, person, food you would take with you on a very long trip.
The Bible, a hymnal, Patti Labelle. and a full kitchen. She'd cover the music and the food, not to mention giving me some great hairdos. I'd need my mpe player and some running shoes. My huband's coming too, right? LOL
Where would you most like to travel ----- moon, north pole, deep seas, deserted island, the holy land or back to a place from your childhood, somewhere else? – and why.
I'd love to go to Nigeria and meet my father's family there. I've never been.
Favorite season and why?
Fall. Anyone who knows me will suck their teeth if they read this since I have a nervous breakdown like every October, but I love the leaves, the food, the holidays, all of it.
Favorite book setting and why?
Strangely enough, I love fictional settings like Middle Earth from Narnia. Southwest settings intrigue me. I love Ohio settings, probably because I was born there.
Which compliment related to your writing has meant the most and why?
Having Sharon Ewell Foster and Lisa Samson endorse my first book meant the world to me. I respect both of them very much.
What criticism has cut the deepest and why?
Oh my, you're going there aren't you? My first and only Publisher's Weekly review was brutal. Too much deepening faith and resolved relationships. I was down for a bit and then my husband said, "You're made because you wrote a book with faith and resolution? Who are you trying to please?" Did I say he was a good catch?
What would you do today if you knew you had only a week to live?
Eat a lot of cookies and write really, really, fast. :)
Some out there in writing land have strange rituals. Share yours.
Oh how I would love to have rituals. Instead, I have seven children. So...my rituals go like this: run, hide, turn on computer, type furiously, ask if child banging at door is bleeding, wipe blood and remember rest of scene, hug child and scribble in notebook... You get the idea. Most of the rituals I'd like to have are in my books!
I went to bed early but woke up in the middle of the night thinking about that writing ritual question. The Lord brought to mind that although that is the way I wrote most of my books, in the past few months, I really don't write as much when my kids are home. I thought about Tangerine and Turquoise and in truth, my writing ritual went more like this: walk, drink water, read Bible, pray, tea, write a while, check email, run errands, edit, pick up kids, etc.
Fiction character you would most like to be or most identify with and why?
Kelly, kelly what are you doing ot me? LOL Let's see... If I could be any fiction character, it would have to be Stargirl from Stargirl by Jerry Spinelli. I would just love to be that perky for a few minutes. LOL
If you could ask any person, living or dead, a random question -- what question would you ask of whom?
Oh my! Let's see, that would have to be my wonderful grandmother, Goldie B. Freeman. She went to be with the Lord in 1987. My question for her would be why she called me Mary Lynn all my life when my name was really Marilynn! LOL I didn't find out my real name until I was 19. I guess my mom was tired from the birth and forgot what she named me. :)
Thanks, Marilynn. It's been loads of fun.
Here's Marilynn's web addy again:http://marilynngriffith
And the link to "If the Shoe Fits." http://www.amazon.com/exec
Have an excellent weekend, everyone.
I'll be packing and moving and hauling and tossing and HOPEFULLY sleeping at some point.
Wednesday, January 24, 2007
Serials and Scenarios - If the Shoe Fits
Apologies to Marilynn Griffith. I left out an "N" on my previous posts. This is the FIRST mistake I've ever made since becoming a blogger : ) and hopefully my last.
MarilynN has a new Chick Lit book. Check out the link.
http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0373785763
And the Website:
http://marilynngriffith.typepad.com/rhythmsofgrace/
And my review of "If the Shoe Fits."
If you like feet and Chick Lit I think you’ll enjoy “If the Shoe Fits.” Should you love Christian Chick Lit with sassy point of view character with lots of faith elements thrown in -- ditto. Toss around Sistah or girlfriend or have a love for shoes, fashion design or handsome and sometimes fawning men? Find a copy.
Interesting exercise to read the story of Jean in “Tangerine” and Chelle in “If the Shoe Fits” so close together. Marilynn Griffith’s stories contain deep spiritual themes of prayer, redemption, forgiveness, sin, grace and the power of Jesus.
Chelle is a little more sassy than “Tangerine” Jean, so sassy in fact, that she manages to Tae Bo her way through some challenging scenarios. As in “Tangerine” the spiritual aspects of Chelle’s story are deep, personal and a little challenging.
I like the fact that Chick Lit can stomp on my toes just a little and make me rethink some unhealthy attitudes. Pun intended, of course. I rate “If the Shoe Fits” high in quirk, character and entertainment. High marks in faith elements. Well-written though Chelle maybe explained a few emotional moments with too much clarity.
Chelle and Marilynn would be great girls to have around when life slaps upside the head and a good book or an appointment with Ben, Jerry or Mr. Baskins is needed.
Come back Friday for more comments and sass from MarilynN.
MarilynN has a new Chick Lit book. Check out the link.
http://www.amazon.com/exec
And the Website:
http://marilynngriffith
And my review of "If the Shoe Fits."
If you like feet and Chick Lit I think you’ll enjoy “If the Shoe Fits.” Should you love Christian Chick Lit with sassy point of view character with lots of faith elements thrown in -- ditto. Toss around Sistah or girlfriend or have a love for shoes, fashion design or handsome and sometimes fawning men? Find a copy.
Interesting exercise to read the story of Jean in “Tangerine” and Chelle in “If the Shoe Fits” so close together. Marilynn Griffith’s stories contain deep spiritual themes of prayer, redemption, forgiveness, sin, grace and the power of Jesus.
Chelle is a little more sassy than “Tangerine” Jean, so sassy in fact, that she manages to Tae Bo her way through some challenging scenarios. As in “Tangerine” the spiritual aspects of Chelle’s story are deep, personal and a little challenging.
I like the fact that Chick Lit can stomp on my toes just a little and make me rethink some unhealthy attitudes. Pun intended, of course. I rate “If the Shoe Fits” high in quirk, character and entertainment. High marks in faith elements. Well-written though Chelle maybe explained a few emotional moments with too much clarity.
Chelle and Marilynn would be great girls to have around when life slaps upside the head and a good book or an appointment with Ben, Jerry or Mr. Baskins is needed.
Come back Friday for more comments and sass from MarilynN.
Tuesday, January 23, 2007
Scribbles and Scrambles - Unearthed Treasures
Remodeling Update:
My closet is done except for the hardware. My bedroom is done except for my closet.
I've been packing stuff so that I can move it to it's new home.
When I say stuff, I mean just that.
Why do I keep items I don't use?
Visualize three years of dust layered upon a black leather purse and an emerald green leather bag.
I've kept them: a) because they are leather. b) because something in my life might change and I may downsize my purse needs so my junk might fit into the sweet black tiny purse, or I'll buy the perfect outfit needing an emerald green leather bag.
I think not.
I scraped off the layer of fur and shoved them in a "going to Goodwill" sack so maybe they'll be of more use to someone than filtering fuzz from my airspace.
I cringe when I calculate how many dollars in junk I've donated to Goodwill in the past three or four months. Suppose this tells me a bargain isn't a bargain unless I need it? Or that need and want are miles apart in meaning?
I did unearth a treasure. A piece of antique lace that I found in my previous house. But why was it tucked away and hidden? No one can value the beauty of the treasure when it's buried away, especially when it's buried with things of no value.
Spiritual application? I think so.
Here's hoping you clean out some junk and find some treasure today.
My closet is done except for the hardware. My bedroom is done except for my closet.
I've been packing stuff so that I can move it to it's new home.
When I say stuff, I mean just that.
Why do I keep items I don't use?
Visualize three years of dust layered upon a black leather purse and an emerald green leather bag.
I've kept them: a) because they are leather. b) because something in my life might change and I may downsize my purse needs so my junk might fit into the sweet black tiny purse, or I'll buy the perfect outfit needing an emerald green leather bag.
I think not.
I scraped off the layer of fur and shoved them in a "going to Goodwill" sack so maybe they'll be of more use to someone than filtering fuzz from my airspace.
I cringe when I calculate how many dollars in junk I've donated to Goodwill in the past three or four months. Suppose this tells me a bargain isn't a bargain unless I need it? Or that need and want are miles apart in meaning?
I did unearth a treasure. A piece of antique lace that I found in my previous house. But why was it tucked away and hidden? No one can value the beauty of the treasure when it's buried away, especially when it's buried with things of no value.
Spiritual application? I think so.
Here's hoping you clean out some junk and find some treasure today.
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