Tuesday, September 26, 2006

Forced-abortions in the News

Don't be confused by the media stories about the rash of parents forcing abortion on their daughters. The stories are only news because Congress votes today on a bill to prevent the evasion of parental notification laws by taking minors across state lines for abortions.

First we were confronted by the story about a New England couple who kidnapped their adult daughter to force her to have an abortion. Today's story concerns a family who forced a teen to drink turpentine to induce abortion. These are NOT common tales. They are extraordinary. And they are brought to light only so we can see that parents cannot be trusted with the care of their daughters.

The pro-life argument for parental notification laws is that parents have the primary care for their minor children. They need to agree to any medical procedure being performed on their child, whether it be ear-piercing or surgery. Parents need to be involved in the decision-making process, especially since teens don't always make the best decisions. These news stories form a basis for the argument that parents don't make the best decisions either. Moreover, parents are not to be trusted.

Parental rights are continually being bombarded by our society, which believes that "it takes a village" to raise a child. That's a lie. It takes caring, commited parents who are not prohibited by rule from making decisions about their child's care. Special cases such as these two reported in the news are just that--special cases, and should be treated as such under the law. But they shouldn't be used as the wedge to further remove a parent's primary right to provide for their children.

Sunday, September 24, 2006

The Road Less Traveled

I have a son who is getting married in a few weeks. His life is about to change. Change is one of those things that is inherent in human life. And change is one thing that one can't plan for, but when it happens, well, everything changes. My son is a special guy who doesn't have his life planned to the nth degree. He waits. Things land in his lap. That's how his life works.

Most people have problems waiting for something to fall in their laps. In our society, we're taught to plan. From our earliest days we're told to get a good education so we can get a good job. Women, especially, are told to hold off getting married and having children until we've reached our goals. Men are expected to have a "good job", at least be on the career path. Together they should be able to marry so they can buy a nice house in a nice neighborhood, drive nice cars and live a nice life.

But what happens when real life enters into the equation? When changes happen to spoil our plans? We've been taught by society that the point of all this life stuff is to reach our financial goals, but is that really the point? My parents died when I was a child. That wasn't part of the plan. My aunt and uncle took me in. That wasn't part of their plan. Things change. Life happens, and our plans come to a screeching halt.

Interestingly, I think that the moment we make the decision to take our eyes off our goal is when we get off the merry-go-round that our culture expects. When something shakes up our foundation and we have to start looking for the best path through the treacherous ground, that's where the rubber meets the road.

I never would have chosen the path that my life has taken. I wouldn't have chosen to be orphaned at 13 and to move to another state to live with people I didn't know; but I also know now that my life would have been incredibly different if my parents had lived. In the middle of loss, I had no idea that there would be such blessings on the other side.

From that perspective, when I read blogs about abortion and a woman's right to choose, I wonder about the ferocity with which women hold onto their plans and their refusal to come to terms what life has handed them. I think they are missing the real opportunity to make something of themselves.

Robert Frost wrote, "Two roads diverged in wood, and I--I took the road less traveled by, And that has made all the difference." Taking the road less traveled may not be the easier road. There are undoubtably some unforeseen problems along the way, and some trails may need to be blazed, but this is the type of road that can define one's character. It's not the road that everyone else is taking. It's uncommon.

Like me, my son is on the divergent road. While I was forced onto the road, I made a choice to stay there, blazing trails in home education and now in pro-life. My son has made the conscious choice to live in the moment rather than follow the well-worn road to society's goals. Who knows where the road will lead him and his future wife? One thing's for sure. They will be better prepared for change when it happens, because their goal is something out of this world.

Thursday, September 21, 2006

Abortion Rights Advocates Drop Lawsuit Over License Plates

Ohio News Network (ONN) is reporting, "Abortion rights activists in Ohio are dropping a lawsuit to block sales of license plates that say 'Choose Life' because of a Supreme Court decision in a Tennessee case." This is wonderful news for those who were concerned that they lose the right to support adoption programs in Ohio by buying a specialty license plate!

Personally, I've wondered if the whole lawsuit was a bit of sour grapes. I mean, abortion supporters might want plates of their own, but how does one market that? "Choose death"? Besides, how does a movement that wants to make abortion, "safe, legal, and rare" also fight in court funding for adoptions? They were in a no-win situation, and it's about time those abortion rights activists figured it out.

Wednesday, August 30, 2006

Planned Parenthood's response and my comeback

I should have posted this sooner. Planned Parenthood did respond. It can be seen here.

Of course, I had to respond to his response. We're rather using the Dispatch as a blog at this point. But the point has to be firmly made that Planned Parenthood is a business that rakes in taxpayers money. Here's my response: Planned Parenthood is big-business operation

Tuesday, August 29, 2006
In an Aug. 21 letter, Gary Dougherty, executive director of Planned Parenthood Affiliates of Ohio, responded to my Aug. 6 letter by questioning my analysis of the organization’s annual report, calling it "fuzzy math." Yet, I reported only the bottom line, a $63 million profit, as also reported by numerous media.
Since 1987, Planned Parenthood has received $3.9 billion in taxpayers’ money. From 2004 to 2005, it performed 255,015 surgical abortions (a record number). Some sources estimate that it made $108 million from its abortion business alone, or 31 percent of its clinic income.
No matter how Dougherty cuts it, abortion is big business. It’s in Planned Parenthood’s best interests to keep its clients ignorant of the link between breast cancer and abortion, the risks of infertility after abortion and the reality of post-abortion trauma. Telling the truth cuts into its bottom line.

Sunday, August 13, 2006

Weird Weekend

This was a weird weekend.

It started off with finding out that someone had tapped into my checkcard and helped themselves to a couple of thousand dollars worth of computer gear. I kinda feel like one of those commercials with the old woman talking with the voice of a hacker kid.

Yep, they've got web hosting and a notebook computer and who knows how much other digital equipment. And to top it off, they started the whole run with two donations to charity. I guess it eased their consciences.

After talking to the bank, I followed through with my plans to go to the Bluegrass Musicians Supply shop here in town. I got to play with a really nice electric autoharp, and then E and I listened to some jams in the basement. Next time I go, I'm taking a harp. I need to try out those new picks I bought.

Today was the family reunion in Wellston. Lots of good food and wacky family. It's one of those things that you don't necessarily want to do, but it's fun when you get there.

One of the family members mentioned being my inlaw's best man at their wedding. So, I asked him if he knew anything about the limburger cheese on the manifold of the wedding vehicle. He said, "Now, why would you think I would know anything about that? I don't know anything more than I know about the swiss cheese in the mailbox." I'd never heard about the swiss cheesed mailbox, so I figured I'd found the perp. The twinkle in his eyes told me I was right.

Monday, August 07, 2006

Planned Parenthood Capitalizes on Abortion

The fight against Pregnancy Resource Centers heated up a couple of notches when California Representative Henry Waxman issued his report last month. Editorials flew, accusing PRCs of misleading women by providing false information about the effects of abortion. In response to an editorial by Robyn Blumner that appeared in the Columbus Dispatch, I submitted this letter to the editor, which ran on the August 6, 2006.

Planned Parenthood capitalizes on abortion

Sunday, August 06, 2006

Robyn Blumner’s July 24 Forum column "Crisis Pregnancy Centers dole out misinformation in misuse of tax money," on California Rep. Henry Waxman’s recent report, did little more than pass on bad information.
While some pregnancy centers receive funding for abstinence education, in total about $30 million, state and local governments are doling out funding for Planned Parenthood to the tune of $272.7 million, according to its 2004-2005 annual report.
The abstinence programs that the pregnancy centers offer are free to clients. Planned Parenthood earned a profit of $63 million in 2004-05.
Planned Parenthood stands to lose millions if the American public learns that abortion is linked to breast cancer, infertility and abortion-related trauma.
Abortion is big business. Why are our tax dollars going to fund a multimillion dollar business that is making money by harming the women it claims to protect?


Sunday, July 16, 2006

Bluegrass Jam

No, that's not something you spread on bread. It's an event at New Song Church in Reynoldsburg. On the second and fourth Fridays from 7-10, they hold a Bluegrass/gospel jam session. They welcome acoustic stringed instruments and the harmonica. I've gotta say, I've never seen so many banjo pickers in one room. There is a section for the audience, a section for the musicians, and the stage in the center. They rotate through the musician section and everyone gets a turn at the mic.

I took my autoharp out for a test drive on Friday, and while I didn't get up on stage, I did play along. But, I've been informed that you only get one time on the bench. Next time I have to get up and play with the rest. I'll be ready.

It's kind of weird going to an activity at a different church. It was fortunate to run across some people that I know. There is a family who was there that I know from baseball; one of the kids was on a team with one of my sons. Another older sibling worked with the other son. Turns out the kids have a bluegrass band including guitar, banjo, mandolin, and fiddle. Really, everyone there was friendly, and I had a good time. I'm planning on going next time, and I'll be ready to play.

Something like this might be fun at Logos--without the bluegrass. But I don't feel comfortable trying to start a group right now. Maybe down the road. Right now at Logos, I find myself doing a whole lot of sitting on the outside and looking in. Not necessarily because I want to, but because that's apparently where I need to be right now. It's kind of nice going to a new place where I'm not tempted to do anything more than show up. I know that sounds weird. But the things at Logos that I really feel a burden to be involved with, I've not been able to do. By hanging out somewhere as a guest, I'm not part of the community, and I have no responsibility to be involved at a deeper level. It goes against what I've been taught about using my spiritual gifts, but seems to be where I am supposed to be right now.

In the meantime, I'm learning some bluegrass / gospel tunes and getting ready for next time.

Tuesday, July 04, 2006

Music to Keep the boredom away.

One of the things about the boredom of my job is that I can listen to music. My autoharping led me to CD Baby, where I purchased my Brobdingnagian Bards CDs. CD Baby lets you listen to clips from CDs, and there are pages by theme, style, etc. So, I'll find something interesting and listen while I work. Some of it has been just a little weird, but here are some of my favorites--with or without the autoharp.

Graphic Recliner
ECOSSE: The Auld Alliance
Gene Moore: I Give Up

Saturday, June 17, 2006


When I first got online _________ years ago, I discovered email lists. What's more, I discovered the fun to be had debating a topic on a list, for me usually on the topic of education/homeschooling. Well, I haven't done it for several years, but I got to jump into the fray this week on, of all things, a puppetry email list.

Someone posted an article about PBS funds possibly being cut, and the conversation turned to all things education. I just couldn't sit back and allow the idea float in cyberspace that education is the responsibility of the government, could I?

What I discovered was that over time the art of discussion as turned into the art of creating a sound bite. According to Wikipedia,

It is characterized by a short phrase or sentence that deftly captures the essence of what the speaker is trying to say. Such key moments in dialogue (or monologue) stand out better in the audience's memory and thus become the "taste" that best represents the entire "meal" of the larger message or conversation. Sound bites are a natural consequence of people placing ever greater emphasis on summarizing ever-increasing amounts of information in their lives.

Every post has to wrap up the conversation in as few words as possible, the more cleverly stated the better. What's more every post has to end with some Fox News-ish, CNN-like barb about someone's character rather than actually discussing the topic itself. Instead of having a gourmet meal, we're having nuggets through the drive through--extra sauce, please.

I don't know that there is a point to this post other than to "point" out the phenomenon. I think maybe we could all lay off the news shows a little and try reading a book. A big one. One with lots of words. Pithy, yeah, a pithy book. Read one and get back to me.

Saturday, June 10, 2006

Musings of the Harper

Sometimes the Internet is a wonderful thing. If you need a little information about something, you just Google or Ask and there it is--more information than you ever thought you'd want to have. Today I'm sharing with you my latest discovery:

Autoharp Radio

Now, you might wonder what I was looking for that I discovered Autoharp Radio. In fact, I was looking for strings for my autoharp. Yes, indeed. I own an autoharp. It's an older 12-bar Oscar Schmidt, but it's in pretty good condition (although it could use some new felt along with the new strings.)

But I digress. As I was looking for strings, I ran across Autoharp Radio, which is broadcast online on Live 365. After listening to it for a few days at work, I discovered a couple of things: 1) my playing drastically improved as I heard accomplished harpers play; 2) there are some really weird songs out there that should be shared.

I've heard songs from A Mighty Wind, quite a bit of bluegrass, folk, and gospel, some really interesting jazz, and even a rendition of "Bohemian Rhapsody". Oh, yeah!

So far, my favorite of the weird is the Brobdingnagian Bards
These guys are a Celtic Renaissance duo out of Austin, TX. Their songs are played on the autoharp, mandolin, and recorder. They play some classics and some of their own works. One of my favorites so far is "Do Virgins Taste Better?" Just think about that in the context of a song about dragons. You'll understand. But they've done parodies from Star Wars and School House Rock. Their Lord of the Rings CD was so popular that they were the headliners at the LOR Oscar party.

Things get a little weirder when you check out Marc Gunn's site. Marc is the autoharpist in of the group, and he seems to have a fetish for felines and drinking songs. But he's a good harpist, and he's the reason that Autoharp Radio exists.

So, sit back at your 'puter and take listen to the dulcet strains of the autoharp. You'll be wanting to own one too.

Saturday, June 03, 2006

Kids Say the Darnedest Things

So, I had a puppet show today at Heritage Park in Groveport. They were having their first Nature Fair and I did a 20 minute show with the help of my "stage hand", Ethan. We've got the stage all set up, the audience sits down, the excitement continues to build. I come around the corner for my curtain speech and to start off things with a tongue twister, a song, and some antics with the "stage hand." Before I get a word out, a little girl in the front row blurts out:

"You look weird."

Those who know me, know that I'm not often at a loss for words, but honestly, the first thing that came to mind was, "Is my hair sticking up or something?"

I had nothing. No pithy comeback. Nothing other than, "This from a girl with a snake painted on her face." So, I laughed it off and moved on with the show.

I told a lady at BestBuy about the girl's comment and her response was, "That's exactly the look I was going for--Jerk!" Okay, I like it without the jerk. What about you? What would you have said to the little girl? You know, in case that ever happens again.

Sunday, May 28, 2006

My wacky Great Grandfather

You may have discovered the new link in the Link section called "Meet my wacky Great Grandfather". If you've known me for any length of time, you know that I like to dabble in genealogy. Over the years I've discovered connections to English royalty (like most of the cast of Shakespeare's histories), Robert Jemison Van de Graff, the creator of the Van de Graff generator (that thing at COSI that makes your hair stand up), and that whole bunch of Boisfeuillet's who left a castle to my uncle (he didn't take it). Well, now I've started a blog (with the help of my cousin Peggy) to record what we've learned about Dr. James Charles Oakshette.

Dr. O is one of those people who don't really seem real. The legends are amazing. We grew up hearing that his second wife was related to Nathan Hale; that he was a missionary to the Dakotas; that he was Oxford-educated and continued his education until his death. Well some of this is just family legend. Mary Hale isn't related to Nathan Hale. Oxford has no record of his attending school there. But he was a missionary. He did start the Baha'i congregation in Atlanta. He was a homeopathic physician and later studied law to save his medical practice.

So, check in on Dr. O's blog from time to time to see what other fun Dr. O has gotten himself into. You might discover more about me and my family than you'd ever want to know.

Wednesday, May 24, 2006

The New and Improved Bar

It's spring and time for a little house cleaning. I put a new coat of paint on the blog, a new template that reflects my "sandbar"ness, so to speak. Expect to see some of the more morose, SAD-afflicted posts deleted. I'm considering starting another blog for my puppetry/theatre/sewing interests and leaving this one for rambling. But, I like "Crossing the Bar", so maybe I'll just pull up an adirondack chair and push my toes down in the sand for a spell.

I'm hoping to get some pictures from "The Lion in Winter". The you can see how well the costuming turned out. Meanwhile, here's a little something from the puppetry files. This is me with Feathers LaBoa and the Goose of Christmas Past.

So, pardon me now while I pour a glass of Aunt Pearl's Sweet Tea and relax.

Saturday, March 18, 2006

One week later. . .

I'm trying to find the balance between staying involved and running for cover. A big part of me wants to just let everything drop while I sink into the slough of despond. The logical part, however, knows that I have to keep on keeping on. I do need to reassess some of my involvement in some areas. I was gone every night last week, except for Friday when I couldn't make the retreat meeting because I needed to take the dog to the vet. I'm just overly busy right now and it's my fault.

I did spend some much needed time writing the press release for the National Day of Puppetry and a script for "The Three Billy Goats Gruff". I've been wanting to create a puppet show that I can do solo. TBGG is the first attempt.

I'm also costuming and set dressing "The Lion in Winter" for Bread and Circus. I get to play with medieval costuming and that's always fun. I will have to build some things from scratch.

So, after writing this three times and having it crash twice when I put in the html code for the links, I'm hoping to press publish and go to bed.


Tuesday, March 07, 2006

How Old Are You?

With all my aches and pains and having it hard to stay up late, I've been worried about starting to act my age. Of course I'm hanging out with people my age, but I don't want to act my age. So, I just took this test and here are the results. Let me know how old you are.

You Are 22 Years Old

Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe.

13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world.

20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences.

30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more!

40+: You are a mature adult. You've been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax.

Sunday, March 05, 2006

Full of the Word

Music in church is such a complex thing. Who could have thought that singing praises to the Lord could be so full of controversy? More hymns! More praise and worship! More music! More teaching! Where's the balance?

For me, I find it in Colossians 3:16. Read it in several translations you'll discover that we're probably breaking the sentence up incorrectly. The KJV and the NASB both take the position that we're to teach and admonish in psalms, hymns, and spiritual songs. For a teaching church, it's the logical translation.

Let the word of Christ dwell in you richly in all wisdom; teaching and admonishing one another in psalms and hymns and spiritual songs, singing with grace in your hearts to the Lord (KJV).

But, when we teach and admonish, we use more than psalms, hymns and spiritual songs. Is this exactly what Paul meant? Compare this passage, however, with the NIV translation:

Let the word of Christ dwell in you richly as you teach and admonish one another with all wisdom, and as you sing psalms,hymns and spiritual songs with gratitude in your hearts to God.

The parallel that Paul has created is evident in this version. There are clearly two ways the word dwelling in you manifests: through wisdom in teaching and admonishing and in singing thanks to God.

Putting this translation into practice, we find that the worship or music portion of the service is just as important as the teaching portion of the service. They are both the result of letting the word of God richly dwell within us. In a church where the music portion of the service is meant solely to prepare hearts for worship through the study of the word, it's challenging to think that thanking God through song is equally important.


Saturday, March 04, 2006

The residue of darkness: The old man belief system

Pascal wrote that there is a God-shaped hole in each of us--a vacuum waiting to be filled by God. But we find so many other things to fill it. When man was created he had a direct link to God, but the fall broke that link and left us utterly alone, feeling worthless, and separated from Father. Man is built to fellowship, to commune, but sin has left that God-shaped hole.

We try to fill the hole with other people, with things, with money, with activities, with power, but it doesn't work. We always seem to need a little more than we have. If we could have just a little more we'd be satisfied. But, that's the lie. We'll never be satisfied apart from God.

Relationships fail because we have unfair expectations about each other. We expect the other person to fill the void, but they expect the same from us. It is when we stop expecting other people to be our savior and turn to the one Savior that we can actually find fulfillment and worth.

The residue of darkness, however, is that old man belief system. It's the old pattern of expecting people, postion, and things to fill the void. In fact, it takes a daily, sometimes constant, habit of telling the old man to stop trying and allow God to fill the gap.

It's an odd habit to get into. When something strikes a chord that produces and emotion, whether it is anger, fear, sadness, loneliness, examine the emotion. Pinpoint its source, and determine if the old man is taking control.

Recently, I was forced by an emotional outburst to examine whether I was finding my worth in my ministry or in my God. Perhaps there is a hint of pride connected to the ministry, but I eventually concluded that I could give up the ministry without feeling a loss of my worth. I passed that test.

That has not always been the case. There have been times when what I do is who I am. That is the American way, is it not? If we are talking with a new acquaintance isn't one of the first questions asked, "What do you do?" In our culture it establishes who you are and what you are worth. Let's say that one works at McDonald's. The average person will look down on the employment as a substandard job. But maybe that person is using the job as a opportunity to save money to go on mission trips. They work at McDonald's because they can leave their job and return without effecting their position. What then is the more important answer to "What do you do?" Do you work at McDonald's, or are you a missionary?

Where to do you find your worth? If you're looking in the darkness trying to find someone or something to make you feel important, then you're looking in the wrong place. Look to the light. Only God can fill that God-shaped hole.


Monday, February 27, 2006

Why "Crossing the Bar"?

While you're waiting for the next installment on the Old Sin Nature, let me share the reason for the the name crossing-the-bar.

For several years I used the last line or even the last stanza of Tennyson's Crossing the Bar as my sig line in my email. Not only is the poem by my favorite poet, but it also goes along with my email handle, sandbar, which is made up from the the first few letters of my first and last names. Also, Crossing the Bar and sandbar seem to be a perfect fit for this "kid" who spent her summers on a boat. Mentally, I envision the harbor where we docked our boat, the Wogekasan, when I read the poem.

Tennyson lived in a precarious time. Darwin, Lyell, and Huxley, among others, were challenging the existence of God. Science shifted from understanding God and His creation to proving God had nothing to do with creation. Tennyson's struggle between his belief in God and this new emerging science is evident in his work. When one reads Crossing the Bar one can't help but recognize the dichotomy.

Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea,

But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again to home.

Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
When I embark;

For though from out our bourne of Time and Place
The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
When I have crossed the bar.


Sunday, February 26, 2006

Taking off the Old Man

One of the best parts about the adult camp at SEYC is that we continually learn about taking off the old man and putting on the new. I used to think that it was a one-time thing. Once I was saved, I took off my old sinful way of life and put on the new saved way of life. But, two years of sitting under Pastor Al's teaching has really helped me to see that we're taking off the old man our whole lives.

So, what is the old man? It's the old sin nature. It's the thing that makes us behave the way that we do. We can decide to behave differently all we want, but until we face the reasons for that behavior, we'll just keep doing the same things over and over and over again. Paul wrote: "For the good that I want, I do not do, but I practice the very evil that I do not want. But if I am doing the very thing I do not want, I am no longer the one doing it, but sin which dwells in me" (Rom 7:19, 20). Pastor Al has been teaching us how to win the battle between the law of our minds and the law of our flesh.

Again, I ask, what is the old man? It is the voice in our heads that tell us that we're no good, that we're not capable, that we're worthless, fat, ugly. They sometimes sound like the person who once told us that lie. But usually, we've spent so much time repeating the lie to ourselves, we only hear the lie, and after we've told ourselves long enough, we just know.

When I finally broke through to understanding the concept, I had been asked to lead worship at the SEYC adult camp--by myself. Although I had played on the worship team at Logos for nearly 20 years, I wasn't sure that I could do it on my own. But, I told Denise I would, put together some songs, packed up my keyboard, and went to camp. I not only discovered that I could lead worship, but I also recognized the "voices" that told me I couldn't.

The voice was my Aunt Janet, who had told me in high school that I didn't play piano well enough to accompany someone for a concert audition. I'm sure that she meant well, but I took it to heart. I wasn't good enough. Later, the voice was reinforced by the members of the worship team. They never intentionally said or did anything to make me think that I wasn't capable, but everytime I was left out of a special or a special service, every time I wasn't included reinforced the lie.

After I understood that the old man had been sabotaging my ability to lead worship, my confidence grew and I found it easy to take him off and fill the position on the team that I was called to fill. I even spent a year as the leader of the Wednesday night team--which was one of the most spiritually satisfying periods of my Christian walk.

This isn't to say that the old man is gone. Oh, no! He lurks beneath the surface, just waiting to sideline me with some other lie. For the last several months I've been dealing with a couple of lies, mostly tied with some kind of teary emotion. But, I'm learning to look at those emotional outbursts to see if I can figure out the reason. Is there a voice that's been telling me a lie in that area? Or is the emotion tied it to something else that hasn't been dealt with? More about that later this week.

Friday, February 24, 2006

Final Dress

Today was final dress rehearsal for the Farndale show. This is the most relaxed I've ever been the night before a show. Rehearsal ended a little after nine. We cleaned up, and Isaac and I went to TGI Fridays afterwards. It's amazing!

One the way to rehearsal tonight, I saw the most awesome sunset. All the clouds along the horizon converged to block the sun. The golden-red rays pierced the clouds and as I witnessed the artwork, I praised the Artist. I felt as if this was a private show, just for me. The sun may have set, but the glow continues yet.


Wednesday, February 22, 2006

Insanity Run Amuck

Tech week of my show that goes up on Friday--The Farndale Avenue Housing Estate Townswoman's Guild Dramatic Society Murder Mystery. I'm pleased to say that it looks pretty good. (I tell my cast that it doesn't look bad--keep 'em striving for improvement). However, at the same time I had to alter 6 dresses for a wedding and do massive mailings at my day job. I'm working on publicity for the Columbus Puppetry Guild's National Day of Puppetry, and thinking in the background what I could perform if we don't get all the slots filled. I'm also looking at scripts for the next play. My home's a wreck, my family misses me (I think--at least they're missing dinner) and. . .

Insanity has crept into my life and I'm ready for things to take a giant step backward. I need some quiet time, but I'm grateful that through most of the chaos that I've been able to sense the Ever-presence of Father. For the most part (with some exceptions) I've been pretty calm through it all. It was when I got buried in the now and I forgot to look up that I got cranky.


Thursday, February 09, 2006

So, this is my first attempt at blogging. Thanks, Holly for putting the idea in my head. Up 'til now I've always thought the whole idea to be narcissistic. I don't really want to read about myself. Why should someone else? Yet, after a hard day at work and another few hours at the theatre, here I am sitting at my computer and sharing my vapid thoughts rather than sewing or collecting props or planning tomorrow's rehearsal or catching up on my worship team reading assignment.

Blogging goes against my melancholy nature. When I write, I usually don't write to share--unless I'm arguing. Get me going on homeschooling or the dangers of proficiency tests and compulsory attendance and I'll write from my soapbox for hours. No, a lot of self-editing will likely take place as I decide what is for public consumption and what is not.

So here we go. Second star to the left and straight on 'til morning.