The Friday Recliner ~ February 4th


The Friday Recliner

Hey friends welcome !

Hope this finds you doing well. How’s February treating you?

As much as January is all relaxed and let’s eat whatever we feel like for dinner, February tends to get all business like real fast. Schools back and you can guarantee the heat and humidity will crank itself up a notch or two just to rub it in and I’d been quietly commiserating with myself about both. But starting Wednesday, like some eleventh hour reprieve after a steamy February 1st, we’ve had misty rain, soft grey skies and a cool breeze blowing and its making me feel all human and hopeful again.  Who’d have thought. Needn’t have commiserated after all.

As always friends here are a few good things to keep you company as you head into the weekend – – –

A Good Word

The case for play – – –

 

“Finding activities that make you feel free, alive, understood and whole will help you to thrive” Kyra Joy Craig

A Good Look

“Dibs on the window bed”

Photo by Laure Joliet

And for those of you not as quietly obsessed with all things interiors as me these pics of Simon Becks “Snow Art” are an alternate “Good Look” and are as mind boggling as they are beautiful !!!!

Take a gander here

A Good Idea

from Kate C Bowler

A Blessing for Those of Us Learning to Delight Again

Blessed are you, the pragmatic. you who have run the math and know what adds up… and what doesn’t. you have set it all down. you who don’t hope or dream or plan anymore because… what’s the point?

but blessed are you, learning to live here. your world has shrunk. pain or grief or fear has sucked up every bit of oxygen from the room and every ounce of delight has been squeezed from your hands.

but blessed are we, who discover that even in the smallness, our attention might compress even more.

we who pull out a magnifying glass to discover… to notice… to taste… to smell… the small joys and simple pleasures that make a life worth living.

you who wear the fancy blouse because it makes you feel nice, long after you thought your body was worth decorating. you who eat the over-the-top meal because that is what today can afford.

you who make the memory and plan the trip and who snap a picture because we know that this one, wild, precious life might cost us everything… so why not make it not just bearable, but beautiful.

P.S. If you want to read a gorgeous poem, go look up Mary Oliver’s “The Summer Day” and her beautiful question: “what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?” And she says it about DOING NOTHING. So we can all chill out.

A Few Good Reads

My Holocaust-Survivor Grandmother Found Happiness Everywhere. I See Her in My Daughter

I was 10 years old when my mother cued up “Schindler’s List” on our VCR. To my sisters and me, she said, “You need to know what your grandmother went through.”

But the film’s images of suffering didn’t match what I knew of my paternal grandmother, Zelda: her joyful greeting of “mein bubeleh!”, the way she piled our plates with her homemade blintzes and left vivid red lipstick kiss marks on our cheeks. She never talked about losing her sister and her parents, never spoke of surviving multiple concentration camps as an orphan.

She had a bustling social life in her West Hollywood neighborhood. She danced at every opportunity and basked in the presence of her grandchildren like we were sunshine. When, on our wedding day, my husband smashed the glass under his foot and our guests shouted “mazel tov!”, Zelda told me afterward that the moment was “like the heavens opened.” – – – keep reading

Looking the World Back to Grace

If you’ve read Anne of Green Gables, you probably remember that scene near the beginning when Matthew Cuthbert is driving Anne Shirley from the train station to Green Gables for the first time. Anne chatters away almost without a pause, and Matthew listens, replying only when asked a direct question, and then only briefly.

Everything Anne sees is a marvel to her. A plum tree in bloom puts her in mind of a bride all in white (in spite of the fact that she has never actually seen a bride all in white). She renames the places whose names seem insufficiently delightful. An avenue of blooming apple trees becomes the White Way of Delight, and Barry’s Pond becomes the Lake of Shining Waters.

“Yes, that is the right name for it,” she says when she christens the Lake of Shining Waters. “I know because of the thrill. When I hit on a name that suits exactly, it gives me a thrill.”

Is this girl a writer, or what?

When Anne asks Matthew if things ever give him a thrill, he answers, “Well, now, yes. It always kind of gives me a thrill to see them ugly white grubs that spade up in the cucumber beds. I hate the look of them.” Matthew is a good sort, but quite a bit more pedestrian and earthbound than Anne.

As for the White Way of Delight, Anne tells Matthew,

“It just satisfied me here”—she put one hand on her breast—”it made a queer funny ache and yet it was a pleasant ache. Did you ever have an ache like that, Mr. Cuthbert?

“Well, now, I just can’t recollect that I ever had.”

“I have it lots of times—whenever I see anything royally beautiful.”

Anne sees royally beautiful things everywhere because she always has her eyes open for beauty and delight. “Isn’t it splendid that there are so many things to like in the world?” she asks Matthew. That particular declaration is occasioned by the “jolly rumbling” of the wagon on a wooden bridge.

Anne is unusually sensitive to what C. S. Lewis called “joy,” “the stab, the pang, the inconsolable longing” that brings more satisfaction than any earthly consolation every could. Sehnsucht, as you may know already, is the German word for this longing.

If Anne seems out of touch with reality, it is because she is in touch with a deeper reality. Matthew and Marilla are good people, but they are pragmatic people, in bad need of a reminder that there is more to their world than meets the eye     – – – keep reading

That’s all for now friends. Have a beautiful weekend. Rest up. Do something you love xx

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