I feel like I’m not done with this one, yet, but I figured I’d post it here for now so I can get on with my day.
Twenty-Twenty
A-jumble, a-jabber, agog, and afeared on the lookout for what might come next a cacophony, a galumphing, a grinding of gears – dragged us through it – Egads! What a year!
Everyone will have similes and metaphors galore to express what this gem was for them: Scorched earth; or icy slopes we slip-slided down – not trusting each step that we took. Some of us bided; some of us chided; Some forged ahead by hook or by crook; Some froze in shock and waited to be guided; Some held on as their whole world shook; And some could write an entire book.
Our twenty-twenty was not all bad It brought its share of good, too, lad – It brought us bright rainbows It brought us brave heroes, It showed us who we are and all we had. -Karen Molenaar Terrell
It’s a humble holiday, tucked in between Christmas and New Year’s, but it’s really keen. Things look a little bedraggled, it’s true The tree’s a little droopy and no longer new
The movies and music of the Christmas season Are getting on our nerves now, and we’re seeing no reason To eat even one more sugary oversweet sweet It’s time for broccoli and carrots (maybe hold on the beets)
The pressure for perfection comes off on this day, The toys have been opened, and it’s come time to play. And if before we were wearing faux holiday cheer To blend in with the others and not Scroogey appear
It’s time now to be genuine, and honest and real The food banks are empty, people still need a warm meal The homeless and hungry and jobless and alone Still need love and caring, still need a home.
So maybe we can celebrate the day after Christmas – By keeping the spirit of hope alive, we might make that our business. – Karen Molenaar Terrell
Why would I choose bitterness and deny myself the peace of forgiveness? Why would I choose anger and deny myself the joy of kindness? Why would I choose hate and deny myself the healing presence of Love? -Karen Molenaar Terrell
May the peace, joy, and presence of Love fill your hearts and home this Christmas!
I went for a drive as the sun was rising this morning and pondered the concept of Love. I put in a CD of Alison Krauss’s music, listened to her sing the Beatle’s “I Will” – and let the music lift me up into that magical place where there’s no anger or fear, enemies or hate – where all of creation knows nothing but joy and good will. This poem and these pictures are what I brought back…
If I open myself up to Love I avail myself of all the power of Love – the warm, healing presence of Love.
Love isn’t some fragile thing. It’s not destructible. It’s not pretty in a Christmas tree glass ornament way. It’s enduring, dependable; as solid as a mother’s lap; as strong as a father’s rescuing arms; as beautiful as the sound of Beethoven’s “Joy”- indestructible, and perfect.
Love fills all space – every corner, hole, and crevice – the collective consciousness of universal compassion and kindness nurturing and reaching out to the love in all of us. And the love in all of us can’t help but respond.
And that’s how we heal. -Karen Molenaar Terrell
Click here for a link to a video I filmed of the sunrise.
Photos of the sunrise over Skagit County, Washington, this morning. Photos by Karen Molenaar Terrell.
Wrapped up cozy in a downpour on this winter solstice day Rain patter-tapping on my bumbershoot as I slosh along the way
I feel Love reaching out – ever-here, ever-there, everywhere – embracing me in Her gentle calm. What choice do I have but to share?
Home to dry clothes and a fire in the wood stove. Soon a pie in the oven – filling our home with baked blueberry smells – my contribution to the solstice feast of peace. .-Karen Molenaar Terrell
There may come a time – a sacred and holy time –
when Malice and Jealousy will holler and yell
and make efforts to get our attention. We will be
living through a rare opportunity, full of challenge
and uplift – transition and transformation, birth
and rebirth – and as the angels of Love gather
around to support us – Envy may demand
to be the focus, center, and star of the story.
Ego may stamp its foot, and spread rumors
and lies, and play the victim. Thoughtless
and oblivious to the challenges we’re facing,
Envy may push you or me aside
to stand in the spotlight, or expect us
to entertain it and invite it for dinner.
And if this should happen – let’s keep thought
focused on what is true and holy and important –
honor what is worthy of our time and heart.
Don’t let’s be distracted by Hate or Greed
or Envy – these things are not deserving of our energy.
Love will lead us through the wilderness – will help
us address the lies that need to be addressed,
quickly, without fanfare and waste, and lead us
upward to meet angel-thoughts. Hope, Peace, Joy.
– Karen Molenaar Terrell
I’m thinking I’m not the only one to experience the craziness that seems to foist itself on us just when we’re going through the most intense and powerful experiences of life. I’m guessing a lot of you have experienced this, too – people choosing to intrude on your time and space just when your whole being is focused on something life-changing and powerful . And – thinking back on the times when this has happened to me – it occurs to me that the craziness couldn’t have come at a better time for me, actually – when would I have been better fit to deal with it? The birth of my sons and the passing of my mother put everything else in clear perspective: This matters; That doesn’t.
If you’ve ever seen The Waitress (that wonderful movie about the abused and pregnant waitress who discovers her strength in the birth…
Tenaciously trying to tug tattered traditions into my December – there WILL be jangling jarring carols on my CD player! there WILL be cheesy Christmas movies! And then it suddenly hits me – my real life is so much better than these ridiculous stories of make-believe!
I’m missing out on the Christmassy magic going on right now, in this moment, when I’m spending my energies and focusing what I see on what came before instead of what’s right in front of me. -Karen Molenaar Terrell
Like last year, this year I did not want to kill any trees. I just don’t have it in me anymore. So, like last year, Scott cut off an extra trunk growing on our redwood in the back field. Scott said we were actually saving the redwood by cutting off the extra trunk because if a wind came it would split that baby right down to the nubs. This tree has character. Or maybe… this tree IS a character… It fits right in with the family.
Hold on… I think I’ll go put some Groucho glasses on it…
38 years ago today I met Scotty Terrell at a wedding. Scott was the wedding photographer and I was the singer.Here’s our how-we-met story:
…our heroine made a list of qualities that she wanted to find in someone: She wanted to meet a man of compassion and integrity; If this man was going to be a part of her life he’d also need a sense of humor, believe me; And he’d have to love the mountains, of course; and she’d really like him to have some kind of a creative, stimulating occupation; And, as a last whimsical thing, she decided that he’d come from either California, Colorado, or Connecticut. She’d gone out with short men, tall men, blond, dark, wiry, and sturdy – and they’d all been attractive to her. But an image of The One came to mind: He’d be about six feet tall, lanky, have brown hair, and glasses
……She spotted him as soon as she got there. The wedding was an informal affair held in a living room, and this man with a camera – the wedding photographer, she guessed – was weaving his way through the people who were seated and waiting for the wedding. Everywhere he stopped to chat, people would start chuckling. She surmised he must have a sense of humor. And he had a great smile – the full-faced, crinkly-eyed kind.She found herself instantly attracted to him.
The wedding began, the ceremony proceeded, she sang her song (a little nervously), and kept her eyes on the man with the camera.After the ceremony she, who had until now always been the pursued rather than the pursuer, walked up to him and introduced herself. He blinked behind his glasses, probably surprised at her directness, and grinned down at her. “Scott,” he said, shaking her hand.
At the reception, held in a local community hall, they talked and got to know each other better. She asked him if he liked the mountains. He said yes. She asked him if he’d ever climbed any. Yes, he said, Mt. Baker. She mentally put a check by the “loves mountains” on the list of qualities she was looking for in a man. Their conversation continued. She learned he was a newspaper photographer and checked off the requirement for “stimulating, creative job.” She saw how he opened the kitchen door to help an elderly woman with her hands full. “Compassionate” was checked off her list. He asked her if he could fetch her something to drink. She told him she’d really just like some water. He nodded his head. “Wadduh, it is,” he said. “Wadduh?” she asked. “Are you from the east coast?”“Connecticut,” he answered, grinning… – excerpt from Blessings: Adventures of a Madcap Christian Scientist by Karen Molenaar Terrell
Adventures of the Madcap Christian Scientist 