I’m a little late to the party. Of celebrating International Women’s Day, that is. In studying Luke 13:10-17 today, God showed me the tenderness of the situation of the severely bent-backed woman. I usually pay attention to the disagreement between Jesus and his opponents, so this was really moving to sit and stew in, to see what compassion Jesus had for the woman. What Jesus did to free sufferers is the ultimate world revolution to me. It trumps all feminist movements, by far, in history. Ever. Continue reading “through her eyes”
in my description box i put:
“dreamer by day, owl by night”
yet now close to the midnight hour
i’m doing some day-dreaming.
i imagine myself traipsing
up some mountains, imagining how
it’ll do me lots of good.
this city and its sharp edges
throw me off every now and again
don’t get me wrong,
i do like my lattes and cafes
and high-speed information forays
but i’m at adventurer at heart
it’s not an adventure if you’re stuck.
in one place. no movement. i’m restless.
for the outdoors,
i want to cross
but on the contrary
right now, i feel aimless
navigating these city mazes,
digital grids and productivity chases
that i want to
for a little while, need
some fresh air
and by that i don’t mean the kind
that comes with relief
the haze from Indonesia
has not (yet) arrived this year.
scrolling my pinterest with
(how does it know my interests)
endless travel pictures,
and the famous John Muir
has his famous phrase
ringing in my ear:
the mountains are calling and i must go.
i must go away from here.
Nepal, 2013. Upper left: stopped to catch my shadow when I got lost, quite literally, eventually a tripper from my missions team found me but apparently not my sense of urgency/emergency; upper right: rice fields typical of the Nepal highlands; bottom left: steep drop-offs on narrow mountain roads meant the only thing between plunging in vans to our death and reaching our destination alive were skilled drivers; bottom right: I slept in zero degrees without a working heater in a mountain cottage and woke up at 5am for this sunrise. Also made a French-speaking friend who worked at the cottage there and happily practiced my dusty French for deux jours (two days).
I received a notification
of a very special day. The moment:
“Happy anniversary!” with a ding!
something from inside the screen rings.
I didn’t know I was married?
For a moment I was taken in,
the computer imitating life,
sorry, no, the -live- sound of bells
like the message on my screen imitates
a kind of happiness
trying to be so real that it’s fake.
until WordPress reminds me
I am after all, not.
It was just a scheduled reminder
that six years ago today,
I joined WordPress.
Thanks but no thanks, bot.