My joy is not dependent on matter – not dependent on flattering chatter – my clothes can be in tatters, my ego-dreams all shattered, and possessions scattered – but I’m alive! I can love! I can learn! Joy is not something I have to earn – not something I need a reason or a special season to feel. – Karen Molenaar Terrell
“Although the fig tree shall not blossom, neither shall fruit be in the vines; the labour of the olive shall fail, and the fields shall yield no meat; the flock shall be cut off from the fold, and there shall be no herd in the stalls: Yet I will rejoice in the Lord, I will joy in the God of my salvation.” – Habbakuk 3:17,18
“Happiness is spiritual, born of Truth and Love. It is unselfish; therefore it cannot exist alone, but requires all mankind to share it.” – Mary Baker Eddy
You may remember the story about the intrepid little sunflower who was sawed in half by a slug earlier in the summer and grew new roots in a bottle. I transplanted her to a pot and put her out on the side of the house by her sister – where she’d originally been when she was attacked in the infamous Slug Wars. She thrived and grew out there and now she’s blooming!
Because she’s in a pot I was able to move her away from the dark background of the house for a photo of her in the sunlight. Check it out…
“And, behold, the Lord passed by, and a great and strong wind rent the mountains, and brake in pieces the rocks before the Lord; but the Lord was not in the wind: and after the wind an earthquake; but the Lord was not in the earthquake:And after the earthquake a fire; but the Lord was not in the fire: and after the fire a still small voice.”- I Kings
The “still small voice” – that quiet comforting presence – THAT, for me, is God. My God isn’t responsible for earthquakes, tornadoes, hurricanes, or wildfires. My God is found in the love and courage that overcomes the fear and destruction. My God isn’t found in destructive material forces, but in the things of the “spirit” – in “love, joy, peace, longsuffering, gentleness, goodness, faith, meekness, temperance…” and “against such there is no law.” (Galatians 5:22-23) There is no law, no material force, that can over-power love and steal it from us. Love goes on. Love heals. Love brings us comfort and solace. Even after the physical forms of the ones we love are gone, the love we have one for another continues on. Not earthquake, wind, or fire can destroy the presence and power of Love – of what I call “God.”
My God is the still small voice – that quiet presence that guides, rescues, and protects us. And I don’t think this presence and power is just for a select number of us – I believe all of creation has access to this power. As Eddy writes: “In divine Science, where prayers are mental, all may avail themselves of God as ‘a very present help in trouble.’ Love is impartial and universal in its adaptation and bestowals.” https://madcapchristianscientist.com/2015/08/25/after-the-fire-a-still-small-voice/
We have a boa constrictor house big lumps of boxes and books and sacks pass through and fill closets and shelves, nooks and crannies, corners and cracks – before what’s left empties into “free” piles – parents’ and sons’ and our life’s culls expanding and shrinking the belly of the beast – full, then purged, then full again – in a never-ending cycle of recycling. – Karen Molenaar Terrell
In a peaceful bubble inside the fog I sit on a picnic bench, sipping my mocha, and watch the mother playing with her toddlers on the beach – constructing buildings of sand and a woman is lifting her kayak onto her car “Can I help?” I ask. She laughs behind her mask and shakes her head no – she has done this many times before – but thank you for the offer! For a little while I take a break from what lies on the other side of the grounded clouds. Without being able to give you the reasons why I know I am safe in this bubble in the fog. – Karen Molenaar Terrell
Those of you who are familiar with my drives with my centenarian father might remember that our go-to place for Dad’s root beer floats was Sisters Espresso (in Bow, WA), and that my drink of choice was usually a lavender green iced tea.
Sisters Espresso is assuming new ownership in a week and my husband and I wanted to stop by and order some of our last drinks from our friends, the current owners. Brooke was behind the window and I felt a little tug of nostalgia when I saw her back there, working her magic at the espresso machine. She looked up and smiled when she saw me, and pointed to her special for the day: “The Karen” – a lavender green tea!
I have never had a drink named after me before! And to see the name “Karen” used in a happy way almost brought tears to my eyes.
Of course, I had to order one of those Karen specials for myself. 🙂 (It was on the house. ❤ )
My dear Humoristian hooligans – I apologize that I haven’t sent you any messages lately. I’m afraid I haven’t been feeling very humoristic. It is a sad truth that sometimes the world needs more than Groucho glasses and whoopee cushions to make everything better.
But when I think of you – my Humoristian friends – out there on the planet, working your magic – it brings me hope. May your indefatigable good will touch the lost and frightened and alone. May your irrepressible joy bring hope to the discouraged and desolate. May your unflappable kindness transform the stingy, stodgy and stuffy. May the bigots and bullies be overcome by your steadfast, unshakable love for your fellow creatures. May you bring courage to the ascared.
You are making a difference. ❤ Karen
Rainbow flower doodle by Karen Molenaar Terrell. Because I figured we could all use a rainbow flower doodle right now, right?
I love this man. Charles Atkinson is one of the most courageous, honorable, wise human beings I know.
Today I found myself back in bed by 11:00 – just lying there – feeling the cool breeze blowing across my face, smelling the briny scent coming off the bay – and I realized that I could just lie there all day and be perfectly content.
But eventually I roused myself, got up – figured I’d ride my bike to the post office and pick up the mail. Once I got to the post office I thought I’d go a little further – maybe stop in and see if Charles was at Tweets – I haven’t seen him for a while and I was missing him. So I went on to Tweets – and Charles was there! Oh, it was so good to feel his smile coming through his Black Lives Matters mask! He said the exactly right words I needed – words that bolstered me up, inspired me, gave me hope. And then he told me my mocha was on him!
Sometimes all it takes is the kindness of a friend to make a day beautiful. ❤
So Scotty and I take a walk on the boardwalk. When we get down to Boulevard Park I’m thinking vegan pizza from Ovn, right? I make a call and order the pizzas – a couple to bring home to our vegan young people, too. Matt takes my order. I can tell right away – from our quick banter and the smile in his voice – that he has a sense of humor. I can have some fun here. We get to the part where I give him my credit card info and now he wants to know my name. Karen: Okay, so my name is… don’t laugh… my name is Karen. Matt: (Laughing.) Karen: (Laughing.) You’re laughing. Matt: (Continues laughing.) I’m only laughing because you told me not to laugh. But you sound like a very nice Karen. Karen: (Still laughing.) Thank you.
Matt tells me that the pizza should be ready in 20 minutes – which is just about right for our walk back up from Boulevard Park.
When we get up to Ovn I give a call to let them know we’ve arrived. When Matt picks up the phone I feel myself instantly smiling – I’m so glad it’s him! He knows how to laugh. Karen: This is Karen. We’re here now. Hey – do you have any truffle salt? Matt: No, unfortunately we don’t have any right now – we can’t import it because of COVID. Karen: Bummer. Do you have any other cool stuff there? Matt: (Laughing.) We have all kinds of cool stuff here. We’ve got smoked salt and habanero salt. We’ve got… (and he lists a whole bunch of other salts – but my mind has wrapped itself around habanero salt – that sounds pretty interesting.) Karen: Habanero salt – does that have any animal products in it? Matt: No animal products. It’s really spicey, though. Karen: Spicey! Cool! We’ll take a habanero salt and a smoked salt, too. Matt: You got it! Karen: Thank you!
Pretty soon Matt comes out with the pizzas. I finally get to see my new friend! Of course, we’re both wearing masks – but I can still tell he’s smiling under there. Matt: Are you Karen? Karen: Yes – are you Matt? Matt: (Smiling.) Yes. Here are your pizzas. (Hands me the stack of pizzas.) Thank you for giving Karens such a good name. Karen: Thank you so much! It was nice meeting you!