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Tuesday, September 23, 2025

Kintsugi (Tell His Story)


 Have you heard of kintsugi?

It's the art of repairing cracked pottery and ceramics with powdered gold or silver, mixed with lacquer.


Each repair is unique. The damage becomes part of the beauty.

It does take time and care.

Sylvia understands. We found her dying in a summer field. It took awhile for her to thrive.




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Thursday, September 18, 2025

Sitting


Barb took this picture on leaving for work the other day.

I'm writing this at the end of a very long night of severely worse metastatic pain in my right femur. Sleep wasn't possible, and I was too tired to read or scroll Facebook (which I don't do), or even think.

But I had to be present for the pain, and let it go on as it would (I don't have painkillers).

I wish there were some epiphany connected with this, some great knowing suddenly revealed...but it was just pain, and I had to be here.

But maybe that IS the epiphany, that it's ok to just sit with a hard experience, not trying to distract, or make it go away.

Reminds me of a song I love, Cat Stevens' Sitting.


The night crawls by on turtle feet,
and there's nothing in my brain
except to know that I must meet
and sit here with the pain
that burns within my thinning leg
like a freshly broken bone,
but I know better than to beg
for relief; I'm not alone.
The Lord is with me, and His face 
is turned to me in full.
The stars above reflect His grace,
and I can feel the pull,
upward, through the darkling sky,
and I am not afraid to die.

The Five Minute Friday prompt this week is AFFECTION.

I have affection for my life,
dogs and uke and aeroplanes, too,
and Jesus Christ and my dear wife,
so I guess I will stay true 
to the principle of living
every day as best I can,
taking less than I am giving;
that's what it means to be a man
in these days of grinding pain,
my own and that of this great nation,
and so for now I will refrain
from worry 'bout either situation 
letting peace and love take wing 
in every single song I sing.

Sylvia's not afraid either, 'cause she knows there's ice cream in Heaven.



Tuesday, September 16, 2025

World Full Of Hope (Tell His Story)


 We've come to a dreadful place
where hate rules above all,
but there is still some ample grace;
the tides still rise and fall,
and there is the autumn rain,
and the snows to come
that will ease the birthing pain
of a world that's remade young.
The sparrows will then make their nest 
when next spring arrives,
and parent-birds will do their best
that every hatchling thrives,
so turn away from mournful news
and glory in God's gift of views.

Sylvia likes to bark at sparrows.



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Thursday, September 11, 2025

Called To Forgive


 I have seen the news this week,
and I have vengeance in my heart.
I would dearly love to wreak
havoc on those who tore apart 
the fabric of society 
with their vile and loathsome acts,
the parade of putrid cruelty,
but, my friend, these are the facts,
that those who perpetrated death
can be God's children, just like me.
They live from breath to breath to breath,
and though they are to blind to see
the evil that they choose to live,
Christ still calls me to forgive.

The Five Minute Friday prompt this week is PICK.

Forgiveness ain't what I would pick
for the monsters on our streets,
and it makes me kind of sick
that one only in forgiveness meets
the Christ that offers His salvation 
to even the worst of these.
I mean, really, my situation 
ain't that bad, so maybe please
let me be both judge and jury,
let revenge be mine, not Thine,
let me drop the jerks and bury
them somewhere in the sands of time.
Let me, Lord send them to hell...
"Fine, but you'll go there as well."

Sylvia says forgiveness is best served with ice cream.




Tuesday, September 9, 2025

Where The Wild Things Are (Tell His Story)



 I'm sort of too ill to put up a meaningful post today, but if anyone wants to know what life with a lot of dogs is like...the read-aloud of Where The Wild Things Are above pretty much tells the story. It's less than four minutes, but you'll want to pause often to savour the artwork.

And by all means, if you don't have a copy of Where The Wild Things Are
hie thyself off to Amazon posthaste.

Sylvia agrees.




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Thursday, September 4, 2025

Nothing Personal


 Cancer's not a person,
never was, can never be,
but it's made a better version 
of the man I know as Me.
The petty needs all fall away,
ambition's cast aside,
and as I face my dying day
there is no-where to hide,
but in facing down the end
and looking past the veil of tears
I see the beauty 'round the bend
that folds away the fears
that came from avarice and sin,
and that now can never win.

The Five Minute Friday prompt this week is LEGACY.

If there's a legacy I leave 
to those I lived among,
let it be that I believe 
that Hope's a lot of fun.
Maybe it is odds against,
maybe folks say quit,
but I say, dude, don't fold your tent,
and just ride out the worst of it
because one day the sun will shine
from a clearer sky.
And you will know that dreadful time
was not your time to die,
so snap your fingers as self-goad
and boogie down the bricky road.

Sylvia things I'm a better man for sharing more ice cream.



Tuesday, September 2, 2025

It Sings! (Tell His Story)


 It has a voice!

The Flying V tenor ukulele actually sings (my hands are pretty stiff and awkward, but I'll learn).

It was fun to build, with a neck bought from Walmart, and the rest stuff I had lying around.


The picture was taken before the strings and tuning pegs were installed. The body is plywood, with blah grain, so I painted it. It's a gold undercoat, with misted blue and green.

I really enjoyed building it. Making an instrument that can produce music... that's
 special.

And Sylvia didn't even howl.




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