Tuesday, October 10, 2017

Tuesday blessings and reflections

My Husband and I went to NYC;
he went first and I joined him a bit later!
We made a quick trip to a comic book toy store, then on to the Strand bookstore, had tacos on Tuesday :), later we split a salad and had hot apple cider. 
I went home after this, Husband had another meeting.
I was so tired by the time I got home!
My foot is doing better this week, 
we will see how things go long term for that.
I took more pictures of the new things in our home
and we had lamb and rice again for dinner,
with candles glowing...
We got out the rest of the seed cake to eat
as this week we are calling "Hobbit Week" as we are re-reading
The Lord of the Rings
The unbloggable things are progressing in good ways from 
what we can tell but is still in work in progress.
We are hopeful for some good to come out of this HARD
and I trust that God will help to this end.
eleven years of blogging and no one can ever dream that one day
one will wake up and find out that one's Husband has
terminal cancer.
It's one of my biggest fears, I think a fear of many of us
who are blessed to be in good marriages.
But our times are in God's hands and I have a lot of hope
for Alana to get through this, though it rend one's heart in half. 
You can go to her husband's obituary via her blog.
Well, tomorrow Mr Husband and I hope to do a lot of resting
and Tolkien reading.
I am going to make DV Trader Joe's Veggie Marsala Burgers for lunch
and it will be quiet day, we hope, with quietness.
I think so often on how blessed it is to have ordinary days
and Jane Kenyon's poem Otherwise comes to mind:

I got out of bed
on two strong legs.
It might have been
otherwise. I ate
cereal, sweet
milk, ripe, flawless
peach. It might
have been otherwise.
I took the dog uphill
to the birch wood.
All morning I did
the work I love.
At noon I lay down
with my mate. It might
have been otherwise.
We ate dinner together
at a table with silver
candlesticks. It might
have been otherwise.
I slept in a bed
in a room with paintings
on the walls, and
planned another day
just like this day.
But one day, I know,
it will be otherwise.

~Jane Kenyon


and I think of this one of Jane for Alana and her loss...

Let the light of late afternoon 
shine through chinks in the barn, moving   
up the bales as the sun moves down. 

Let the cricket take up chafing   
as a woman takes up her needles   
and her yarn. Let evening come. 

Let dew collect on the hoe abandoned   
in long grass. Let the stars appear 
and the moon disclose her silver horn. 

Let the fox go back to its sandy den.   
Let the wind die down. Let the shed   
go black inside. Let evening come. 

To the bottle in the ditch, to the scoop   
in the oats, to air in the lung   
let evening come. 

Let it come, as it will, and don’t   
be afraid. God does not leave us   
comfortless, so let evening come. 

~ Jane Kenyon


shoreacres said...

Jane Kenyon is a fine poet, and "Let Evening Come" is one of her finest. My sympathies to you and your friends on your loss. How blessed we are to know that no loss is final.

karen said...

beautiful poems, thanks for sharing . i try to count my blessings daily - its a good habit!

Mat. Anna said...

Those poems are lovely (and I'm not even a poetry fan). I too have had Alana much on my mind. Losing my husband is a fear I never quite conquer.

Elizabeth @ The Garden Window said...

Thank you for the lovely photos and the new-to-me poems.
Alanna and Wes are so much in my prayers. Memory Eternal.