The Rider Chronicles 14 – Rider’s New Forehead: Waiting

We had been dreading this November day for weeks ever since his parents’ difficult decision to go through with the operation.  A few months earlier Rider was diagnosed with ectopic craniosynostosis, a condition in which his two forehead parts had fused together too soon.  An infant’s skull is made of several pieces of bone that are designed to be able to expand as the brain grows, but not the two that made up Rider’s forehead.  They had fused too soon.  Doctors determined that he had suffered no brain damage and likely wouldn’t, but that his face and head would appear increasingly abnormal as he grew up.  Though we all realized this reconstructive surgery was necessary, it didn’t make it any easier.

By the time we arrived at the Upper Eastside NYC hospital at 7:30 (after waking up at 5 a.m. to catch the train in time), Rider and his parents and an aunt had been there already for a couple of hours.  He needed to be thoroughly examined to make sure he was infection free.  His little body would need every ounce of its strength to get through the surgery.  This type of operation, involving a cut from ear to ear across the top of his head, peeling down the scalp to reveal his skull, then cutting, removing, reshaping and replacing the pieces of his forehead, has a very good track record, but it still scared us for Rider to be under the knife.  Continue reading

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Taking Leeks

I harvested the final 2011-planted garden crop on the first weekend of February, 2012.  Even without a homestead of our own, without a root cellar where I would store the potatoes, carrots, squash and turnips I would have grown to sustain us during the winter months, we still can enjoy fresh things from the garden in winter.  This past Saturday I took about 15 leeks from (not in) the garden.  Many were fully an inch or more thick and just as long and perfect as you’d see in any market.  Their roots grew so thick and deep, I could not simply pull them out without breaking them off.  I carefully dug with a garden fork to get them out of the ground, then pounded the roots on the fork to loosen all the heavy, clumped soil.  I loved having my hands in the garden again, after these past winter months away from it, though they got red and numb from the cold, moist soil.

Freshly harvested leeks in February

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Duck 24

Like ducks that pass in the night

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One Month – 21 Sentences

Calendar Journal - Month 1

This idea is a winner.  After one month of keeping a calendar journal, I have collected 21 sentences describing events, ideas and memories from over the last 31 days.  Though only one month has passed, I’m surprised to discover I enjoy reminiscing back.  How much fun will it be after six months?  One year?  Here are some samples of sentences I wrote:

January 6: On a one-night camping date on an unseasonably warm moonlit January evening, we had martinis, hamburgers, and the place to ourselves

January 14:  The house got blessed in the morning, and its inhabitants ate luscious sirloin in the evening.

January 26: Pre-Super Bowl tour and lunch with mom and dad.

January 29: “Keep doing what you’re doing, one minute at a time, until you can’t possibly do it any more.”

January 30: Further healing, this time on a monastic forest walk by springs, a waterfall, and a river.

I’m not only writing these with real ink on an actual calendar but also with cyber ink on a Google calendar.  You could do either, whichever suits your lifestyle and disposition.

Words have power: they create, they record, they delight.  Keeping a calendar journal, writing one sentence per day for two, three, four or more days per week is an easy way to add a few significant ones into your life.

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Afton Water

Robert Burns

Flow gently, sweet Afton! amang thy green braes,
Flow gently, I’ll sing thee a song in thy praise;
My Mary’s asleep by thy murmuring stream,
Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream.

Thou stockdove whose echo resounds thro’ the glen,
Ye wild whistling blackbirds in yon thorny den,
Thou green-crested lapwing thy screaming forbear,
I charge you, disturb not my slumbering Fair.

How lofty, sweet Afton, thy neighbouring hills,
Far mark’d with the courses of clear, winding rills;
There daily I wander as noon rises high,
My flocks and my Mary’s sweet cot in my eye.

How pleasant thy banks and green valleys below,
Where, wild in the woodlands, the primroses blow;
There oft, as mild Ev’ning weeps over the lea,
The sweet-scented birk shades my Mary and me.

Thy crystal stream, Afton, how lovely it glides,
And winds by the cot where my Mary resides;
How wanton thy waters her snowy feet lave,
As, gathering sweet flowerets, she stems thy clear wave.

Flow gently, sweet Afton, amang thy green braes,
Flow gently, sweet river, the theme of my lays;
My Mary’s asleep by thy murmuring stream,
Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream.

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Nothing to Fear

There’s nothing to fear now and nobody who
I need to protect me from being run through.
I’ve food on my table, a wife in my bed,
Three wonderful children, so what do I dread?

A big brooding something will swallow me whole?
A dark dusky valley will drain off my soul?
Some tough mean ole bullies with rumor, assail?
Or maybe it’s just that I think I have failed.

So how do I fight my way out of this pit?
How, to that brighter spot I’d like to get?
It would be good to be done with this scene,
Avoiding this place, yes, for that I’d be keen.

O.K., fine, I’ll jot a few words in a journal,
A brisk walk would help twice a day or diurnal,
But most of all, be-yond these things, yes, a must,
In God and myself I will fasten my trust.

 

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Robert Burns Days are Here Again

Addressing the haggis at last year's Burns Supper

Just when you were missing the holiday season, here is a great excuse for a party.  If you’re looking for a reason to invite people over for good food and good fun, you’ll find one in these weeks around January 25, the anniversary of Robert Burns’ birth.  Burns Season is here!  Burns Suppers, those unique events which include readings of his poetry, a toast to his immortal memory and, if at all possible, a haggis, have been held from 1802 (just six years after his death) until now.

This year we’ll be celebrating Burns Night twice, on January 20th with friends away from home, and here on February 4th.  If you’re going to be in the D.C. area on the 4th and you’d like to attend, please let me know (soon!).  We will be holding our meal in a smallish living room/dining room with limited seating.  If you’d like to host your own Burns Supper, let me know and I’ll be happy to offer suggestions.  If it’s possible, I would love to attend your meal and address the Haggis, recite some Burns poetry, and chat a little about the great poet.  Continue reading

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Reason 23 for Writing Regularly in a Journal or Notebook

Reason 23 for writing in a journal: It’s a good outlet for the drivelisdom* (pronounced: drih-vuhl-IZ-dum) slushing around in your head.  Also, you can go back to it later and say, “Gosh what drivel,” or “Gosh, how wise.”  Here’s a piece of my own ramblings from yesterday morning, and honestly, if nothing else, a small spiral notebook and a pen are so much less expensive than a session with a shrink.

There’s no such thing as only three years, just three days, or three mere minutes.  Every moment, day and year is filled with meaning and possibility.  Life is a beverage, joy and sorrow mixed in, a potent, heady brew.  And every year moves you and your far-removed dear ones farther along such separate paths whose blessed crossings are mere, happy blinks.

*drivelisdom = drivel + wisdom

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Keep a Calendar Journal– Part 2

Keep a Calendar Journal Part 1

So why would someone want to keep a journal on a calendar, writing a sentence a day for two, four, five or even seven days a week?  Here are a few reasons:

1. At the end of the year, you will be able to read about what all you did.  You will gradually own a collection of notes for your autobiography.

2. Reading the sentence will spark the memory and bring back the event and its feelings even more clearly.  Funny how quickly a person can forget an event.  “Gosh, what a lovely date we had.  I’ll never forget this,” you will say, but then time passes and Whoosh!, the memory is gone.

3. Writing a sentence a day on a calendar is an easy way to start writing if you’re not already.

4. Writing, large amounts or small, benefits the writer in many ways.  It is valuable, beneficial, healing.

5. Writing even a sentence a day or three a week gets (or keeps) the brain active, moving, and sharp.

Here are a few more ideas about writing the actual sentences:

* Be creative.  Start by writing something like: Took a walk with my wife.  Now, play around with the words a little.  Find another word that means the same thing.  Sauntered down the street with my spouse, for example.  Continue reading

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Setting Moon

The setting moon this morning
was a welcome, sweet surprise;
A strong and silent witness
to my place and to my size.

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