Saturday, May 21, 2011

Snake River Canyon Mudslide

May 21, 2011

The last mudslide in this canyon was 14 years ago.  One year before I moved to this area.


I have always loved watching big machines work.  Even more, I love how the earth dwarfs them.



The task ahead is massive.


Even with the machines.  Can you imagine what cleaning up something like this would be like, without machines?  Perhaps this photo will give you a better idea:


Other sights of the day:

Rafters watch the clean up process from below the mudslide.

As the snow melted, the guard rail sunk down below the level of the road.

The road is closed!  Skip! Skip! Skip!

And one more thing you normally can't do!
It is funny how a natural disaster can provide such a fun family outing and allow one to meet neighbors they are normally too busy for.

Thursday, May 19, 2011

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 "Weeping may endure for a night,
         But joy comes in the morning."  --Psalm 30:5b

Monday, May 16, 2011

bluebirds

There is something magical in their bright blue feathers.


Some power that captures the imagination.


Some beauty that reminds me, 'It will all be okay. Everything will turn out right.' And that is magic, indeed.

Wednesday, May 4, 2011

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"For I know the thoughts that I think toward you, says the Lord, thoughts of peace and not of evil, to give you a future and a hope." --Jeremiah 29:11

Waiting, Weighting, Waiting...

I have spent two hours so far today, not writing this post.  Waiting.

Waiting for the perfect words.
Waiting for the perfect thoughts.
Waiting to feel just right about it all.
Waiting, waiting, waiting...

But the waiting must end.  It is time to move. To do. To be.

A few weeks ago I realized that patience in me was not a virtue.  It was a vice.  It was a way of avoiding all the things I am unsure of.  It was a way of not making decisions.  For example, I wouldn't throw out catalogs, because they might have something in them that someone in my family might want.  They pile up on the counter.  They clutter surfaces, because I am waiting.  Waiting, to make sure everyone has their chance to look.  To want... but I know deep down I will not be ordering anything.  No one needs anything those catalogs have to offer.  No one wants anything from them.  But I am waiting!

And waiting has lead to weight gain.

I am an active person and I eat healthy.  My weight had never been an issue, so, when with working out and regular exercise, I began gaining inches around the waist, I was concerned.  I looked for physical reasons, but found none.  Still, my waist increased.  In a matter of weeks, I gained three inches. Three inches is bad anytime, but it is especially bad when half of the exercises you are doing are aimed at reducing the waist line!

Knowing that the acne I fight with constantly is a result of not speaking my mind, I sought a non-physical reason for the weight gain.  It took a few days of working through different ideas, before the right one hit, but it fit:  Waiting had resulted in 'weighting'.

When the thought hit, I immediately knew it was right.  I am guilty of always waiting.  Waiting for the laundry to be done.  Waiting for the oven to pre-heat.  Waiting for the kids to do their school work.  Waiting for someone to write me back.  Waiting for a phone call.  Waiting for the sun to shine.  Waiting for the next song on the radio.

It doesn't seem to matter what it is, I can wait for it.  And while I wait, I procrastinate.  I do nothing of importance.  It has disturbed me for sometime, and I have taken steps in the past to cut down on the time I will wait.

I use to always wait for the next big thing.  Things that were months away, but when I did that, I always had lists of things I wanted to accomplish before that big thing came, so I was busy.  My mind may have been far away, but my hands were active.  There was lots to accomplish before that big thing could really be enjoyed. 

In the mean time, I enjoyed nothing.  And I hated anything that was not planned.

My whole life revolved around some future point in time.  A time that may never come.  I told myself, "No more of this!  Live in the now!"  And it has been my goal, for more than a year, to live in the now.  It is something I have practiced day in and day out.  It has not been easy, and my body tells me I have not been successful.

Before, I was honest with myself about what I was doing.  Now, my body reveals that I have been lying to myself.  I had turned 'living in the moment' into a method of waiting for every little thing.  In so doing, I had lost sight of the big picture.  I had no long term goal or purpose.  A check list made no sense, as accomplishing it was always dependent on circumstances.  I saw each and every item as a something to wait for.

This needs to change, and I have decided to face it head on.  When I find myself waiting, identify what I am waiting for, then either do it or do something else that needs to be done, if it is something that I cannot control, like hearing back from someone.

I have only been at this for a few days, and, as you can see from my opening line, am still struggling to make the needed progress.  Recognizing when I am waiting is the biggest issue, then, deciding not to procrastinate.  It may not seem like much, but in the few days I have been practicing this my waist line had receded one inch.

If you have any tips, I would love to hear them!

Tuesday, May 3, 2011

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 "We make a living by what we get, but we make a life by what we give."  --Winston Churchill

Monday, May 2, 2011

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"When wisdom enters your heart,
      And knowledge is pleasant to your soul,
      Discretion will preserve you;
      Understanding will keep you," --Proverbs 2:10-11

Sunday, May 1, 2011

Open Hands, Open Heart

How do you forgive, when the hurt is so deep?

Maybe it is silly to be upset by some of the things I am upset about.  Maybe it is foolish, but it seems that every time I trust again, I get hurt again.  I feel so alone in this family.  I feel that my husband only wants 'forgiven' so that I won't bring up the past, thereby, allowing him to do the same things again.

Maybe I am just holding a grudge.
A grudge that shuts people and things out of my life.
Maybe it is because I feel torn apart each and every time certain subjects come up...

But it is not the things that happened that hurt.
I could easily forgive them.
Forgive them and move on.
It is the thing they represent that hurts.
It is the lack of respect they demonstrate that I fear facing again.

It seems that if one doesn't constantly stand up for themselves, they get ran over.  Again and again and again.

I am tired of being yelled at because 'my ideas' didn't work out, when my ideas were never listened to.  When what was done was his interpretation of 'my ideas'.  My ideas were hardly touched.  My ideas were ignored.  And the few times that carrying out my ideas was attempted, it was in an half-ass manner.  One that showed complete disrespect for the finished project, with the excuse always being, "I don't have time!"

Fine.  You don't have time.  Then don't start the project!  Leave things as they are, unless you are going to go to the effort of doing them right!!!  I can't handle half-ass attempts that simply create more work.  There is no need for them, and they are helpful to no one.

Maybe I am unloving... After all, I Corinthians 13 says:
"4 Love suffers long and is kind; love does not envy; love does not parade itself, is not puffed up; 5 does not behave rudely, does not seek its own, is not provoked, thinks no evil; 6 does not rejoice in iniquity, but rejoices in the truth; 7 bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.
8 Love never fails."
And maybe all I am doing is seeking my own... Or, as my husband accuses, thinking evil.  But maybe, just maybe, I am facing the truth.

Can one point to the truth, without 'thinking evil', especially when the truth is not pleasant?  Can one correct hurts, while bearing all things, believing all things and hoping all things?  Or is the desire to change the hurtful patterns in our marriage unloving?  A lack of enduring all things?

I love that man.  I love him more than I have ever loved anyone.  If I didn't, then the things he does and says wouldn't hurt so much.  I could brush them off.  Ignore them.  Forget them.  Pretend they never happened.  But I want a better life with him.  He means too much to me to continue the way we have been going.

Tell me, what is more loving:  When you find yourself on the wrong road, to keep going or to backtrack?  To continue, hoping against hope that you will end up in a desirable place or correct the course, so that you know you are heading the way you want to go?

I know.  You only have my side of the story, and it is unlikely you will ever get his.  He's not too likely to write about things like this.
"The first one to plead his cause seems right,
Until his neighbor comes and examines him."  -Proverbs 18:17