Celebrating Since 1971

Doug and I have been celebrating birthdays on and off since 1971 . . . (A Birthday Celebration is for the Whole Month)

Whoa . . . Time really does fly when we have had fun.

since 1971

Do you not know I am a woman? When I think, I must speak. ~William Shakespeare, As You Like It, c.1599 [III, 2, Rosalind]

This year,  because of COVID, our celebration has been low key, BUT we mean to finish out the month celebrating — for both of us realize from our gratitude lists — though filled with reasons we could not have fathomed in 1971 — we have much to celebrate today:

We have a quiet, safe space in which we can move slowly.

We have kids, grandkids and friends who are willing to take us as we are.

We can pray, in hope that God hears, understands and means us good and not ill.

Moving on Since 1971

When the world says, “Give up,”
Hope whispers, “Try it one more time.”
~Author unknown

For some of our friends and family who have so much trouble, this may sound like a witless bromide. And tomorrow may bring  pop quizzes  that put our hope in God to the test. 

So, I am keeping it real, trusting that thus far the Lord has led  us both through unexpected and predictable troubles. 

Maybe that’s why all the bird feeders Doug tends comfort and goad me:

“Hope” is the thing with feathers –
That perches in the soul –
And sings the tune without the words –
And never stops – at all….
~Emily Dickinson, c.1861

Up to Today

since 1971

Channeling my inner Anglican

Today is Shrove Tuesday, 2024. In 1971, I vaguely recall attending the noon Ash Wednesday service at St. John’s Lafayette Square, as a prodigal looking for the door home. ( I know I attended several noon-day services there, and settling at Christ Church, Georgetown)

I just remember realizing I didn’t feel comfortable sporting those ashes which were a public declaration of something — Some One— I didn’t understand. Nor, do I fully understand Christ today . . .  but it helps to be willing to take  a Fresh Look.  

I hope you will, dear reader. Thank you so much for your time. 

BTW, The years since 1971 really flew — This Good It IS a Gift to You! 


Daffodils Are Starting to poke themselves up!


Hope is the gardener of the heart.
~J. De Finod

PS: If you are looking for something to read in the run-up to Easter — try Tim Keller’s Hope in Times of Fear: The Resurrection and The Meaning of Easter. (Some quotes to whet your appetite.) 


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