Thursday, December 30, 2010

Kindle v.s. Print

The Kindle, Nook,and iPad are all the rage with readers today. In an on-line article dated December 28, 2010 the guardian.co.uk reported "Amazon e-book sales overtake print for the first time".  Wow !  That is  impressive.   In September when my friend Sandy C. and I traveled  to California ,   I thought I might want  one, too, and  even  considered putting it on my Christmas wish list, especially after a fellow passenger was gracious enough to show us her Kindle, allowing  us to  hold it up close and personal.   She  took great delight in telling us about the benefits of an e-reader - including free downloads -depending on author and story, and its many other fine features.  One of those attributes, the passenger pointed out, "No more stacks of books laying around the house."   After hearing so many positive things about the Kindle, I was ready to sign on.

But when I got home and walked into the study and saw all the books lining my shelves, I  began re- thinking  the e-reader vs print book .  I wondered  about city libraries and those row upon rows of titles and authors so carefully cataloged. What would happen to all those books?   Will our libraries now be changed to 'downloading' centers?    Then I thought  about inscriptions, and underlining and jacket covers.   Some folks , like me,   highlight  a sentence or phrase  with a marker because it touches our spirit in some particular way, and we want to find it again to read and re-read.   Not possible with an e-reader. And most importantly,  how does one inscribe something special  to another when giving an e-reader for a gift.  Can't be done.

Just this past Christmas my  son received a print book from his grandparents in Florida.   His Grandma Susie waited in line for six hours to purchase "Decision Points" and have it signed by the  former President of the United States, George W. Bush.  Gavin's Grandpa Cooney  took the time and effort to write a note describing the purchase of this book , where and when.  My  dad  wrote on the inside cover, " A piece of history, Grandpa Cooney".



I began looking at other books on my shelf.  Some with inscriptions from life long  friends, Susan and Phyllis. Others  from my mother, and grandmothers.  One book , " I've Got to Talk to Somebody, God"  by Marjorie Holmes dated 1974  is  from my brother, Walt. On the inside cover he wrote, " To my sis Kathy on her 1st Trip Abroad.  Luv Walt. Good Luck. hurry home.  As soon as possible, o.k. Sis.  Love Always .  The First of Many. (over)   Kathy, read 115 when you're on the airplane"

Walt knew I was afraid of flying, the words he chose to underline gave me great comfort then,  and  continue to  touch my heart deeply, especially now  since he passed away last May. The words he wrote to me in 1974 will continue to speak to me, as my dad's words will to Gavin - into the future.  One big advantage an e-reader doesn't have.

Thursday, December 23, 2010

Advent - A New Beginning



Advent.  The four weeks prior to Christmas, now  once again  drawing to an end, but  leading to a  new beginning.   A season when we anxiously await, anticipate  something bright and beautiful.  Something bigger than ourselves. The birth  of our Lord and Savior. We plan  and prepare  with daily prayer for our hearts to be renewed , restored, reborn. We  decorate our homes with lights and  trim a tree and wrap packages for friends and family all in celebration of the one who is to come: "Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace. Lord of Lords, King of Kings. Immanuel."  Christmas morn  we can  envision  and almost hear the choir of Angels  singing,  " Gloria, gloria  in Excelsis Deo".  Filled with awe,  we humble ourselves by  bending  a knee and  bow  our head  to praise God , giving   Him thanks  for His gift of perfect love.

Friday, December 17, 2010

Snowy Silence



Snow covered ground,
more snow falling from a
grey covered sky
i open the  door
and grab the Yukon Jack's
leaning against the
front porch wall
After snapping the strap
onto the heel of my Sorrel's
i'm ready to head across
the field and down the hill.
i criss cross back and forth;
The only sound i hear
my snowshoes stepping
across the snowy terrain.
 i stop and all is quiet -
Centered in a circle of trees
i watch small fluffy flakes
dress the pines and
feel their wetness tickle my nose
As though in a  trance
i become lost in thought
and contemplate the lack of sound
i appreciate the stillness ; No angry
voice or misspoken words - only
a sense of peace
seeing God's
earthly beauty surround.

Sunday, December 5, 2010

On Eagle's Wings



i've accepted
but don't  comprehend
i've acknowledged
but can't yet perceive
my brother now six
months dead
i only know my heart still aches
in wanting to hear his voice,
see his face
To remember together
our growing up years
the special bond of
friendship shared

As i pondered my sadness
at what i lost
and sorely bemoaned
other cares of the day
i looked out my window
to  see a pair of  bald eagles
majestic and beautiful
sweep  across the sky;
then pause mid air,  and back again
as beckoning me outside -
While on the deck i saw
more clearly their
feathered wings spread
wide,  high above
evergreen trees, their great
white head and golden eye.
Flying high, back and forth
hovering the earth  below - i was reminded
of my favorite sacred song,
 "On Eagle's Wings, " the
one cousin Kim sang at my
brother's funeral

 "And He will raise you up on eagle's wings
bear you on the breath of dawn,
make you shine like the sun,
and hold you in the palm of His hand"

i reflected further, and recalled a
prayer of several months ago
hearing the Lord speak to
the quiet of my heart:
"I am with your brother,
and he is with Me".
So i believe. i am  calm,
my spirit still. i don't see
my brother now, but trust
again i will.



ICICLES



Icicles hang from the roof
of our house
like stalactites in a cave
frozen ice, not cubed
tapering jagged
dagger sharp;
Their unique beauty
glistens like a
Swarovski crystal
in the cold glow
of the bright winter sun.

Friday, December 3, 2010

Frozen Snow




Snow today  isn't
the freshly fallen, fluffy stuff
fun for snowshoe treks
and building snowmen  like 'Frosty',
but  furrowed  and frozen
making it hard for even deer
to navigate their way
across the  white covered terrain.