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.
One woman's reflections of past and present - people, places and things that contribute to the joy and sweetness; the sorrow and hurt of an everyday ordinary life.
Thursday, December 30, 2010
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
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.
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