Monthly Archives: March 2010

I love this quote


O ye beloved of God! When the winds blow severely, rains fall fiercely, the lightning flashes, the thunder roars, the bolt descends and storms of trial become severe, grieve not; for after this storm, verily, the divine spring will arrive, the hills and fields will become verdant, the expanses of grain will joyfully wave, the earth will become covered with blossoms, the trees will be clothed with green garments and adorned with blossoms and fruits. Thus blessings become manifest in all countries. These favors are results of those storms and hurricanes. (‘Abdu’l-Bahá, Bahá’í World Faith, p395)

Thanks for this, Delara!


Pool type


After a few months away from the pool, we’ve resumed swimming lessons. With the last session, I had the start date wrong in my head and neglected to sign MrMan up. Which turned out to be okay, as both Sam and I were not in positions to be getting him there in timely fashion.  Had I thought through it more, I might not have signed up MrMan for this session either. It coincides with the fast, we’ll miss the last day of it due to travel, the weather requires that it’s still in the inside pool….

I’m so glad I didn’t think it through further, and just went ahead and signed him up.  He’s so happy to be in the pool and his swimming is getting much better.  Our new routine (because of the location of Sam’s new job) involves me picking up MrMan an hour before normal and taking the shuttle bus with him to the uptown campus. He loves it! And I enjoy the time, as brief as it is (as distances are quick in New Orleans), just sitting next to him, watching his delight as we drive past everything from a higher perspective. Last week even involved a “Whee!” from him as we went up the overpass.

Because of the shuttle schedule, we get to the gym well ahead of class time, allowing a leisurely wardrobe change for Mrman. It’s nice not to feel rushed. Except by MrMan’s enthusiasm, as we wait at the pool and he wonders aloud where his teacher and swim friends are. They finally arrive.  Then the dude puts on his goggles and swaggers to the side of the pool. I love it!  He points his arms above his head and kicks through the water, and delights in swimming toward the bottom. He doesn’t always touch the bottom with his hands, as he’s so buoyant, but the fact that he wants to makes me so happy that I just went with signing up for this session, instead of analyzing whether it would be convenient.

I think this summer should include some time at the beach, so that he may become not just pool type, but ocean type. (A reference to a dear friend from our time in Honolulu, who described himself as such.)

Streaming thoughts at the end of the day


For real, Shokufeh? Almost two months? That would explain so much about so much – my mental state, my fatigue, my aches and pains. I should have written it out of me. The last two months have been filled with grant-writing, MrMan-school-applying, future-pondering. But it hasn’t all been bad. There’s also been Super-Bowl-ing, Mardi-Gras-ing, and future-pondering. Now we’re on the other side of all of that. Except the future-pondering. Which tends to be one of my characterizing traits.

Now I’m in my second day of the fast. Which I always want to write as the Fast, because it’s so much more than abstaining from food and drink. It’s reconnecting with my essential self. Or at least trying to. And striving to be a better version of me when I go to bed at night than when I woke up in the (way too early for my normal self) morning.

Randomness of the week: Monday afternoon, we pulled up in front of our house, in the pouring. rain. Pouring. I look out the car window and realize our grass has been cut. It had been looking ragged, but I wasn’t that worried, because most everybody’s does this time of year. The green grass just started poking out a couple of weeks ago, so I was thinking we’d cut the grass this coming weekend. But there it was – cut, and edged. Through the rain, I could see a sign stuck into the grass. Or maybe I should call it lawn, since it was suddenly looking much nicer. The sign read Y@rd D@wgs: M@rking our terr!tory, one y@rd at a time. So the mystery has been solved as to who cut it. Still a mystery: who paid for it?