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Articles in "Positively Speaking"

Inch by inch, piece by piece, I unpacked. That which had been boxed and put in storage in the Spring of 2013 was now, in the summer of 2014 being carefully placed in just the right places. It had been, to quote Eugene Peterson, a huge long obedience in a single direction.

Let me put it this way. What if God gave you three weeks away from your day gig, each week has like a different theme and at the end, you’ve been completely rejuvenated

Certain things just mean summer. Movies shown outdoors, fireflies, outdoor pools, ordinary dinners cooked on the grill, concerts under the stars, salads, sunshine, seersucker.

Standing at the counter of the University of Washington Bookstore looking at conducting batons seemed odd and surreal. Standing next to me, instructing the clerk, was the man who had told me a decade before I couldn’t conduct adults or an orchestra or band because,  “(He) couldn’t handle the competition”.

The etched glass on the side of the Goat Hill Parking Garage    beckoned the third time the car cruised down fifth avenue. The original plan had been to take the bus. It would stop right in front of the courthouse and be easy steps up to the Council chambers.

It was about 9 o’clock Saturday morning when I finally gave up. I was sick of the opposition, sick of being positive in the face of adversity, sick of trying, sick of doing excellent work that was cutting edge and visionary for like no pay

The SS France was a magnificent ship. Sailing to Southampton booked into an inside cabin cost $262 one way in 1968 according to the receipt. Dad had gone halfsies on it with me.

Moving down the line each tree looked satisfyingly prophetic about an abundant and joyful present with more on the way for the future. I love Ordinary Icons. Someday I’m going to write a book about them.

After so many moves and the annual feeding frenzy that has gone on every Spring since 2009 when renters get chased out of homes in deference to the promise of a ‘hottest ever’ sales season pitch to landlords, I stopped unpacking completely.

Sitting here in the dark with the living room slider open and the warmth of the stored heat from the day, one of the cats purring on a pillow, dishes from Easter dinner sitting on the counter,

The seals are barking and morning is a long ways off. They started about the same time the cover band next door stopped playing Jimi Hendrix ‘Changes” followed by Average White Band’s “Play that Funky Music White Boy”

In the hands of a skilled carpenter/cabinetmaker, the antique dresser was suddenly not a piece of junk. Fortunately I had called to see whether or not the tall boy with the scroll back and tiny old-fashioned wheels could be repaired or just needed to be thrown out.

Who knows why suddenly the tide turns and good things, blessing after blessing, start to happen? Some theorize it’s when we’ve learned our lessons, others think it’s when God is good and ready.

This next month a new series of classes “Equally Artistic” is beginning at Vashon Allied Arts for Special Needs Kids.

Birthday month: Caity will be 26. Then two weeks later Joe will be 30. Four days later Isaac turns 35 . Four days after that Chris turns 35.

The 8:00 miracle was discovering the winter schedule had gone into effect. Instead of ‘maybe gonna make it’, for the 8:40, I was checking emails waiting for an 8:55.

Saying good-bye to 2013 is such a momentous relief, such an iconic reality of courage and victory, words have seemed simultaneously inadequate and explicitly relevant. Watching it slip away brings no sense of loss. Blech….2013…what an awful year for so many.

Jolly old Jesus, lean your ear this way….   Have a Holly Jolly Jesus…    Yes, we need a little Jesus, right this very minute…

That someone on Ebay was selling a version of the Multiform Bender for $40 is kind of astounding. More startling still was finding out that Kalamazoo was buying all of JA Richards and tearing it down to develop more parks and recreation green spaces.

Clearly a memo had been sent out that Thursday was ‘Take Your Car to Work Day". ‘Clogged’ would be under descriptive to ‘show not tell’ about the roadways. North, South, East, West, every car was in lock step with overflow.

He stands in the doorway holding a plastic owl with absolutely no expression on his face and an explosion of laughter that immediately brings me to tears causing me to clutch the pillow on my right side as tightly as possible alternately exclaiming "ouch, ouch, oh! oh!"

So last column I write about the women who trash, betray or hurt other women. The discussion picks up with the question ‘What about the other women?’ ; the women who help, nurture and lift?

he country road, dappled with splotches of sunlight that read ‘promise’,stretched out ahead. The strong energy of relief is buoyed by the excitement of anticipation.