Friday, September 30, 2005


My mom is coming to Washington for a short visit on Tuesday. I'm very excited. The last time she was here was over two years ago. She hasn't been up just to see me. I missed my regular trip down for our birthdays in July because of my broken wrist. She'll be here for 3 days of mom time. :) One of the days will be spent Seattle of course. I love "going to the city." Downtown Seattle is beautiful and alive. The city of Los Angeles just isn't the same, in my limited experience growing up in the massive area of Southern California. I have always loved old buildings, I've got this fascination with architecture. I wonder what it would be like to live downtown, a lot different then out in the woods, I know that. There would be something nice about living somewhere that you don't need a car, like Manhattan. It would be different.

The Innocence Mission has a song called, Song About Traveling, on the album Small Planes.

Song About Traveling

A man said Why, why does traveling
in cars and in trains make him feel sad,
a beautiful sadness.
I've felt this before.
It's the people in the cities you'll never know,
it is everything you pass by,
wondering, will you ever return?

The colors of rowboats, the greens and the blues.
Orange grove side streets you only see halfway.
And beaches in winter
and when kites are flown.
It's the people in the cities you'll never know,
it is everything you pass by,
wondering, will you ever return?

I checked out Good Poems (edited by Garrison Keillor) from the library today.

I read this poem that reminded me of "the sailor", and lots of others I have come across in my time as a nurse.

Terminus

Ralph Waldo Emerson

It is time to be old,
To take in the sail:--
The god of bounds,
Who sets to seas a shore,
Come to me in his fatal rounds,
And said: 'No more!
No farther spread
Thy broad ambitious branches, and thy root.
Fancy departs: no more invent,
Contract thy firmament
To compass of a tent.
There's not enough for this and that,
Make thy option which of two;
Economize the failing river,
Not the less revere the Giver,
Leave the many and hold the few.
Timely wise accept the terms,
Soften the fall with wary foot;
A little while
Still plan and smile,
And-fault of novel germs-
Mature the unfallen fruit.

Curse, if thou wilt, thy sires,
Bad husbands of their fires,
Who, when they gave thee breath,
Failed to bequeath
The needful sinew stark as once,
The Baresark marrow to they bones,
But left a legacy of ebbing veings,
Inconstant heat and nerveless reins,-
Amid the Muses, left thee deaf and dumb
Amid the gladiators, halt and numb.'

As the bird trims her to the gale,
I trim myself to the storm of time,
I man the rudder, reef the sail,
Obey the voice at eve obeyed at prime:
'Lowly faithful, banish fear,
Right onward drive unharmed;
The port, well worth the cruise, is near,
And every wave is charmed.'

I happened to have my camera with me at work last night. Someone brought their puppies. It was great fun. Look here for the rest of the snapshots. There's a surprise at the end for the fanclub. ;)

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Tuesday, September 27, 2005

From books to radio...
So we had bookclub this morning. We started last week even though the books hadn't come, it's Maximus Confessor: selected writings, and published by Paulist Press. For non-Orthodox, St Maximus the Confessor was a seventh century theologian who was tortured for his defense against heresies, specifically monothelite-that Christ had only one Divine will, his hand and tongue were cut off to keep him from writing and speaking out. Father C made copies of one of the sections, The Church's Mystagogy, and we read through and discussed it. Or rather, Father C explained it, enough that it was graspable. Today he took a book out of his bag to read a small section from, and I recognized it as one of Matushka T's birthday books. She told me about it, and said that he had been reading it. :) It's a collection of poems edited by Garrison Keillor, Good Poems for Hard Times. He read from the introduction, written by Keillor. His description of poetry struck a chord with me. I plan to buy this book when I get a chance. I love poetry collections, and don't have any of my own here in Washington.
In sort of a related topic, I never liked to listen to the radio (hate commercials and wind-bag DJ's) until a visit with Aaron and Sara had me listening to NPR. I found KUOW here at home, and have been hooked ever since. I love The Swing Years and Beyond, American Routes, and This American Life(to name a few). Also Garrison Keillor's The Writer's Almanac. There are a few people in the parish, including Father C, that also listen, and you can always be sure to start a converstation about something you heard on NPR. Maybe I also like it because it's a link with the world, news and events. It's been two and a half years since I had any sort of broadcast television at home. I don't know how anyone has time for it, I don't miss it. I do like the radio now, but I don't schedule any activities around it. :) Maybe another thing is that it seems so much more trustworthy, I can't stand the brainwashing of TV, you can't trust it when money and politics are involved. I do like public broadcasting on TV, there are good concerts, and Rick Steves (who's on NPR now and from Edmonds), and other travel shows. So there's my push for radio/public broadcasting, for what it's worth.

I just found out that Gillian Welch will be at the Paramount in Seattle on October 14th. It's my day off! Anyone want to come to Seattle to see Gillian Welch?

Monday, September 26, 2005

St Elizabeth's Hootenany


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Read about it and see pictures here.

Thursday, September 22, 2005

five random things about me (from mimi):

i've put it off long enough, i just can't think of anything new and witty, so i'll just be spontaneous.

1. autumn is my favorite time of year, growing up in southern california it always was, and still is here in the pacific northwest. now i just get to be colder and enjoy the beautiful colors.

2. i worked as a barista for a few months while living on maui, waiting for my hawaii nursing license. it was a little place called "bad ass coffee", all the free drinks i wanted to make for myself(mimi, are you jealous? :p) i laughed at people who said they were from seattle and asked if our coffee was good. little did i know i'd end up here, and then i understood. now i roast my own coffee! yay! (thanks to chance and aaron)

3. i rescued stray animals growing up. cats, dogs, birds, lizards... even into my early 20's. did i mention i wanted to be a veterinarian when i was a wee lass? i just ended up nursing people instead.

4. my parents are divorced. my mom has been remarried for 22 years. i have a sister,and a step-sister who are both 2 years younger than me, and a half-sister that's 12 years younger than me. my dad has been remarried for 10 years (i think), and i have a step-sister(1 year younger) and step-brother(1 year older) from that marriage.

5. i've never had a desk/office job, and i've never worked food service (except as barista). i worked at target for a year, cost plus world market for 8 years, and then nursing.

Tuesday, September 20, 2005

this just in from "the sailor":
he was sitting in his usual spot in front of the nurses' station and waved me over. i walked up to him and he said, "we're on the verge of breaking up." i told him i was heart broken. he said, "don't worry. you're still a full-fledged member of the fanclub."
oh joy, and i hadn't heard anything about the fan club in so long. later on he told me that we were reconciled for the moment.

Sunday, September 18, 2005


St Elizabeth's had our first Hierarchacal Divine Liturgy this morning. I sang in the choir, and used my new digital camera to take some photos. I used a lighting thing that turned out funny. Click here for the rest of the pictures.

Thursday, September 15, 2005

A reading from the letters of St Maximus the Confessor(Letter II):

God's mercy towards the penitent

"The heralds of the truth and ministers of divine grace, who have explained to us from the beginning right down to our own time each in his own day the saving will of God, say that nothing is so dear and loved by Him as when men turn to Him with true repentance.

Wishing to show that this is by far the most holy thing of all, the Divine Word of God the Father (the supreme and only revelation of infinite goodness) deigned to dwell with us in the flesh, humbling Himself in a way no words can explain. He said, He did, and He suffered those things which were necessary to reconcile us, while we were yet enemies, with God the Father, and to call us back again to the life of blessedness from which we had been alienated. Not only did He heal our diseases with His miracles, and take away our infirmities by His sufferings, and, though sinless, pay our debt for us by His death like a guilty man. It was also His desire that we should aim to become like Himself in love of men and perfect mutual charity, and He taught us this in many ways.

He taught it when He proclaimed, 'I came not to call the righteous but sinners, to repentance.' And again, 'Those who are well have no need of a physician, but those who are sick.' He also said that He had come to seek and to save the lost sheep; and on another occasion, that He had been sent to the lost sheep of the house of Israel. In the same way, in the parable of the lost coin, He referred in a symbolic way to the fact that He had come to restore in men the royal likeness which had been lost by the evil-smelling filthiness of passions. Likewise, He said: 'Just so, I tell you, there is joy in heaven over one sinner who repents.'

He taught it when He brought relief, with oil, wine and bandages, to the man who had fallen among thieves and had been stripped of all his clothing and left half-dead from his injuries. Having placed him on His own beast, He entrusted him to the innkeeper; after paying what was needed for his care, He promised that when He came back He would repay whatever more was spent.

He taught it when He said that the prodigal son's all-loving father took pity on him and kissing him as he came running back repentant, clothed him once more with the beauty of his glory, and did not reproach him in any way for what he had done.
He taught it when He found the sheep which had strayed from the divine flock of a hundred, wandering over hills and mountains. He did not drive it or beat it but brought it back to the fold. In His mercy, placing it on His shoulders, He restored it, with compassion, unharmed to the rest of the flock.

He taught it when he cried, 'Come to me all who labour and are heavy laden and I will give you rest', and 'Take my yoke upon you.' By 'yoke' of course He meant 'commandments' or a life lived according to the principles of the gospel; by 'burden' He meant the labour which repentance seems to involve. 'For my yoke,' He says, 'is easy and my burden light.'

Again teaching divine righteousness and goodness He commanded, 'Be holy, be merciful as your heavenly Father is merciful', and, 'Forgive and it shall be forgiven you' and 'whatever you wish that men would do to you, do so to them'."