I see so many books at work, and I keep a running list as I go of titles to look up and add to my wish list. But lately I’ve noticed how many lies reside within the titles of books. I think we have come to expect them, or maybe we subconsciously believe the claims. But these three books, trust me, are big enough to work as effective doorstops. Seeing so many crazy promises in a single shift, it started to dawn on me that I smelled something fishy. I finally realized I can no longer believe book titles at all.
Then I ran across this one. I wonder if my job description is in there somewhere.
This looked like it might be another good one for this blog theme! 🙂 But who has time to read?
I also found pictures online of my place of joy. Here is an aerial shot of the actual warehouse I work in.
The picture below isn’t even close to half of the entire pick mod, and we have two like this. I counted my steps one day. It’s 77 paces across one of the half sections, and 345 paces from front to back. This picture shows mostly books, but ours has everything you can imagine that will fit into a plastic, yellow tote. Including some things you don’t want to imagine.
It’s a funny quip I see on the internet here and there. “Listen while I will sing you the song of my people.” No, you don’t want ME to sing it, but there is one. It has many different melodies but one rhythm. It’s a heartbeat that remembers something long ago forgotten.
The last few months I’ve been reading much about Native American culture and thought. One writer tried to explain about how much had been lost to them, yet at the same time there is a genetic memory still there that resonates with certain things; the land, a drum, a song, the smile and wisdom of an elder.
My people give very little thought to our origins. We have adopted a young nation as our homeland, our ancestors having left theirs to come here and build a new life. In that quest, they gradually dropped customs and languages that united them before. But one thing remains. Music.
The music that moves me the most deeply comes from the same part of the world as my ancestors. It is a feeling of “home” and almost of heaven as well. I don’t experience that too often. I wonder if the Creator calls all the nations of the world through music? Wouldn’t that be an amazing way to connect to Him and one another? I really love the music from many cultures, and in that way I greatly value them too. It’s hard to imagine people going to war when sharing this expression of our spirits. I see heaven as a place where everyone is rejoicing in the distinct ways in which they were created, with the Creator.
These thoughts wandered in and out of my mind last night as the songs carried me into a spiritual place of an unknown dimension, but at the same time had my feet dancing on the earth. A glimpse of light in spite of all that is dark in the world.
I had a great time this evening with my friend who was taking pictures for a college photography class. We ended up at one of the city’s main cemeteries and other than learning that I really need to learn how to utilize my own camera past the automatic settings, I also learned much about my friend’s family history. As we walked, she commented that her grandfather planted the trees there. I said, “Wow, you really have roots here!”
But she really does. Her family presence in this city goes back a few generations, and she has great-grandparents buried in this same cemetery. I was trying to do the math, and I’m pretty sure this city was quite young when they first came to live here.
In between seeking for good camera angles for her assignment, I stole a few of my own. On my automatic setting of course. A little humor, history, and hope.
Nothing like contemplating the end to put the present in perspective. I had already been thinking today how sacred time is – how little of it we are given here in this stage of our existence. Life is a gift to be appreciated, and not taken TOO seriously. This isn’t the end.
Last name or cause of death? Not sure.
I shall truly dance! I look forward to dancing free of physical limitations.
Evening light. So beautiful.
Surprised to find former Fort Worth Mayor and namesake of our local airport.
There is a song that says, “The road goes on forever and the party never ends.” This made me think of those words. Only, it looks like that might be only half true.