• (function() { (function(){function b(g){this.t={};this.tick=function(h,m,f){var n=void 0!=f?f:(new Date).getTime();this.t[h]=[n,m];if(void 0==f)try{window.console.timeStamp("CSI/"+h)}catch(q){}};this.getStartTickTime=function(){return this.t.start[0]};this.tick("start",null,g)}var a;if(window.performance)var e=(a=window.performance.timing)&&a.responseStart;var p=0=c&&(window.jstiming.srt=e-c)}if(a){var d=window.jstiming.load; 0=c&&(d.tick("_wtsrt",void 0,c),d.tick("wtsrt_","_wtsrt",e),d.tick("tbsd_","wtsrt_"))}try{a=null,window.chrome&&window.chrome.csi&&(a=Math.floor(window.chrome.csi().pageT),d&&0=b&&window.jstiming.load.tick("aft")};var k=!1;function l(){k||(k=!0,window.jstiming.load.tick("firstScrollTime"))}window.addEventListener?window.addEventListener("scroll",l,!1):window.attachEvent("onscroll",l); })(); Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting

    Monday, January 31, 2005

    Another Reason to love C.S. Lewis...

    ...and Spiritual Fathers who email you things by him.

    "I remember once when I had been giving a talk to the R.A.F. an old hard-bitten officer got up and said, ' I've no use for all that stuff. But, mind you, I'm a religious man too. I know there's a God. I've felt Him, out alone in the desert at night: the tremendous mystery. And that's just why I don't believe all your neat little dogmas and formulas about Him To anyone who's met the real thing they all seem so petty and pedantic and unreal!"


    Now in a sense I quite agreed with that man. I think he had probably had a real experience of God in the desert. And when he turned from that experience to the Christian creeds. I think he really was turning from something real to something less real. In the same way, if a man has once looked at the Atlantic from the beach, and then goes and looks at a map of the Atlantic, he also will be turning from something less real: turning from real waves to a bit of colored paper. But here comes the point: The map is admittedly only colored paper; but there are two things you have to remember about it. In the first place, it is based on what hundreds and thousands of people have found out by sailing the real Atlantic.

    In that way it has behind it masses of experience just as real as the one you could have from the beach; only, while yours would be a single glimpse, the map for all those different experiences together.

    In the second place, if you want to go anywhere, the map is absolutely necessary. As long as you are content with walks on the beach, your own glimpses are far more fun than looking at a map. But the map is going to be more use than walks on the beach if your want to get to America.

    Tuesday, January 25, 2005

    Today

    I don't have much to say except that I am liking ginger snaps right now. When Basil falls asleep I usually grab a snack and sit down at the computer....today's snack is gingersnaps and milk. Yummy.

    This morning Basil and I went on an outing with my grandpa. We went to the cemetery to visit the graves of my great uncle, grandma, and uncle...then we had pizza.

    I enjoyed the trip. We both prayed silently at each grave, then my grandpa dutifully wiped away mud and clipped bits of grass that had grown around each gravestone, as I followed Basil around...he was more interested in kissing crosses on the markers and running around looking at shiny, old balloons.

    It was good to spend time with my grandpa...I know it's just a matter of time before he too is gone from here.

    And it is nice to be reminded of death...and life...and to keep memories eternal.

    Thursday, January 13, 2005

    F.Y.I.

    I added two more photos to the bluecanopy photo journal

    More random tidbits of my life. Woopee.

    Have a nice day :)

    Tuesday, January 11, 2005

    Sara vs. the Ants

    "And they all go marching down, to the ground, to get out of the rain, boom, boom, boom."

    Come on, you know you know that song...the one that goes on forever, or at least until you get to a number you can't think of rhyming word for. The only problem with that song is....ants don't march down to the ground!

    No, and therein lies my problem...they march up, and in, and around, and under, and between, and through to get out of the rain!

    I honestly don't know how they crafty little creatures can make it into a ziploc-ed bag of sugar...but they can, believe me; and they'll travel from the front living room window, through the carpet, up the wall, wind around the icons, up another window, through the cabinet, and into white crystal heaven.

    There is one true bit about that song, however. After three days of intense and cunning battle, I understand the mystifying meaning of the boom, boom, boom. It must be the sound of me, armed with sponge and vacuum, whomping out the poor homeless buggers by the thousands.

    I guess I should be more compassionate...but they're just so irritatingly persistent!
  • St. Barnabas Parish
  • Orthodox Family
  • Orthodox Prayers
  • Frederica Matthewes-Green
  • Orisinal
  • Women With Icons (photo project)
  • www.flickr.com
    This is a Flickr badge showing public photos from blucanopy. Make your own badge here.
    The WeatherPixie

    Powered by Blogger


    babies