Written on June 25, 2010
Today started off very noisy, but by noon, we had a new roof on our house. It gives me joy to see it and to know that we are protected with lovely shingles with a lifetime warranty, but it is even more joyful to reflect on all the life that has gone on under that roof. Our five children have grown up here and are now beginning to bring their own children to rejoice with us under this roof. Under this roof we have been protected from the storms and stress of life, both physically, and most especially, spiritually. It gives me joy to think of all that has happened here and all that will yet happen, all under new Georgetown Grey, high definition shingles. It is a metaphor for the love of God that has surrounded us, blessed us and protected us for so many years.
Sunday, May 6, 2012
2 Pieces of Heaven
Written on June 24, 2010
I don't know exactly what heaven will be like, but I have a pretty good idea. Our joyful times on Earth can be replicated and expanded upon in heaven. Today I met a dear friend who I had not seen for many years. She is now on temporary assignment at the Washington, DC, temple. We had a lovely visit at her apartment, and then we rejoiced to serve in the temple together. I happily thought that that scene will play out again and again, to be in the House of the Lord with those we love.
My other piece of joy, which I also believe will be a part of heaven, was tasting my first ripe tomato of the summer. I wait all year for that. Thanks to Gail's bounteous garden, I didn't have to wait for mine to ripen. There must be ripe tomatoes in heaven, but there is also joy on earth, and we can have that today.
Pride, Joy, and Roofing Materials
Written on June 23, 2010
Today I had a choked up joyful moment as I watched Peter carry out a very loyal act for one of his friends. Pete showed persistance, compassion, and maturity far beyond his tender age of 14, and I had a glimpse of the man he is becoming. That was joy.
I also tried to have the joyful luxury of a short nap, as I get pretty tired after working out. As usual, just as I stretched out and fell asleep, I was interrupted and never got to doze. That's OK, though; the interruption was the delivery of 180 bundles of new shingles that will be put on our house on Friday. It was pretty cool to see them get hoisted up on the roof by a huge crane. Much cooler than a nap would have been.
2 Things Unrelated
Written on June 22, 2010
What I did for love ended up in what I did for joy, which is often the way it is. If you haven't tried it, you haven't experienced the challenge of gluten free baking. You see, gluten is the protein that holds wheat together. Remove that, and well, it's a challenge. This evening I successfully made a yummy batch of chewy cookies for Wayne. It was a triumph, as many of my gluten free efforts have not been as fortunate. The joyful part is watching Wayne sneaking back into the kitchen for another treat. Yes, I notice as each cookie disappears.
As an unrelated piece of joy, I just ordered a pair of rocking chairs for our new front porch. If you've been following that saga, you know that it has been long and very frustrating. But, the end is in sight, and at last, it's time to get the chairs. The next step will be the 5 hanging baskets of flowers that I will need. That will wait until next week when Cox Farms begins its annual 50% off sale. Expect more joyful notes as I peacefully rock and enjoy the blooms on our lovely new porch. Ah, I can hardly wait. What will make it even better is when the grandchildren visit and find their way into our laps as we rock. Now that is is joy.
2 Days of Happy Contacts
Written on June 21, 2010
My kids bring me joy every day - some days more than others. Yesterday and today were "more" days. Our 3 girls all remembered to call their dad for Fathers' Day. That made him happy, and it gave me joy, too. They know that they have a wonderful father, and they love him very much. That kind of joy is at the foundation of my happiness. Today we heard from our missionary son, Joseph. Some of you may not have met Joseph or know what he is up to. He has been a full time missionary in California, teaching the gospel of Christ in the Latino communities of the San Francisco area, for nearly 2 years. We are very proud of him and the service that he gives. He brings honor to his father and to me, and that fills my heart. Taking care of little ones for all of those years had its own joys, but now it is a very fulfilling joy. Thanks to my kids, for calling and for honoring and loving us. May your days be long upon the land for doing so.
My kids bring me joy every day - some days more than others. Yesterday and today were "more" days. Our 3 girls all remembered to call their dad for Fathers' Day. That made him happy, and it gave me joy, too. They know that they have a wonderful father, and they love him very much. That kind of joy is at the foundation of my happiness. Today we heard from our missionary son, Joseph. Some of you may not have met Joseph or know what he is up to. He has been a full time missionary in California, teaching the gospel of Christ in the Latino communities of the San Francisco area, for nearly 2 years. We are very proud of him and the service that he gives. He brings honor to his father and to me, and that fills my heart. Taking care of little ones for all of those years had its own joys, but now it is a very fulfilling joy. Thanks to my kids, for calling and for honoring and loving us. May your days be long upon the land for doing so.
I'm not Julia Child
Written on June 19, 2010
I've been too busy cooking all day for 2 days and one evening to reflect and write. I've been preparing for a bridal shower and a dinner with friends. I'm not a great cook, and I'm not sure I enjoy it all that much, but I did find joy. It's a joy to make and share with friends. It's a joy to easily buy fresh, delicious, healthy food and to prepare it in a kitchen that is outfitted with all the modern conveniences and decorated to my taste. It is a joy to be healthy and strong and to feel it (except for the sore back and knee, but it's all good.) Bon Appetite.
To make up for no message yesterday, I'll send a second one this afternoon. I attended a lovely piano recital this afternoon, another one where kids that I substitute taught earlier this spring were performing. Some of them played like little professionals, and others played liked regular kids who take piano lessons, but each of them gave up free time to practice and to prepare. As I listened, I thought, "I love my job." I work so hard all year to make these performance opportunities happen for literally thousands of kids. When I see them play and see their happiness when they achieve a level of artistry, I feel joy. It warms my heart to the core.
I've been too busy cooking all day for 2 days and one evening to reflect and write. I've been preparing for a bridal shower and a dinner with friends. I'm not a great cook, and I'm not sure I enjoy it all that much, but I did find joy. It's a joy to make and share with friends. It's a joy to easily buy fresh, delicious, healthy food and to prepare it in a kitchen that is outfitted with all the modern conveniences and decorated to my taste. It is a joy to be healthy and strong and to feel it (except for the sore back and knee, but it's all good.) Bon Appetite.
To make up for no message yesterday, I'll send a second one this afternoon. I attended a lovely piano recital this afternoon, another one where kids that I substitute taught earlier this spring were performing. Some of them played like little professionals, and others played liked regular kids who take piano lessons, but each of them gave up free time to practice and to prepare. As I listened, I thought, "I love my job." I work so hard all year to make these performance opportunities happen for literally thousands of kids. When I see them play and see their happiness when they achieve a level of artistry, I feel joy. It warms my heart to the core.
The Circle of Life
Written on June 17, 2010
Today I had a wonderful visit from a former student and her 2 sweet little daughters. I was delighted to see Jen. I was her teacher for 10 years and have watched her grow from a little girl to a lovely young mother. She was a joy to teach, and she is still a joy to see again. Before she leaves town, she will stop by again, and I will teach her little girl a few notes on the piano. Yes, I feel a little old, but mostly very complete. Life is beautiful!
Today I had a wonderful visit from a former student and her 2 sweet little daughters. I was delighted to see Jen. I was her teacher for 10 years and have watched her grow from a little girl to a lovely young mother. She was a joy to teach, and she is still a joy to see again. Before she leaves town, she will stop by again, and I will teach her little girl a few notes on the piano. Yes, I feel a little old, but mostly very complete. Life is beautiful!
A Pattern
Written on June 16, 2010
I'm seeing a pattern in what I do for joy, and it's no surprise that it's music. For today's joy, I practiced the piano for about the tenth day in a row, which is a real record for me these days. I haven't done that in years, and although I'm awfully rusty, I still love it. I also finished another year of teaching with a great lesson where the student is reaching that point where she loves to play and sees herself as a pianist. I love that moment when a student "gets it" and is ready for a bigger challenge. So, that's my joy for today. What's black and white and happy all over? Mom at the piano.
I'm seeing a pattern in what I do for joy, and it's no surprise that it's music. For today's joy, I practiced the piano for about the tenth day in a row, which is a real record for me these days. I haven't done that in years, and although I'm awfully rusty, I still love it. I also finished another year of teaching with a great lesson where the student is reaching that point where she loves to play and sees herself as a pianist. I love that moment when a student "gets it" and is ready for a bigger challenge. So, that's my joy for today. What's black and white and happy all over? Mom at the piano.
2 Songs
Written on June 15, 2010
While I'm still sweating from today's walk in very humid Virginia, I will pause to write about a joy I have several times each week. I work out at the gym and pool on M, W, and F. On T, Th, and Sat., I walk the streets of Greenbriar, sometimes with Gail, sometimes with my I-pod. When I walk alone, I always start and end with the same 2 songs, and they always bring me joy. Here they are: I leave the house with Helen Reddy, singing "I am Woman." No, it's not the feminist message that brings me joy, but the confidence that I can accomplish hard things. These last 2 years have been quite a journey for me. The piece I end my walks with is even better, "The Promise of Living," from The Tender Land by Aaron Copland. The music is wonderful, but the words are even more so
"The promise of living with faith and thanksgiving is born of our loving our friends and our labors."
If I were clever enough, I'd post the music here for you. (here you go mom!) I can't hear it too often. I feel gratitude and rededication every time I hear it. Yes, I feel joy every time, joy that life is rich for me and has the promise of lasting forever.
Friday, May 4, 2012
White Bean Chicken Soup, and Piano Music
Written on June 13, 2012
Once again, I found a message stuck in my outbox. It is Saturday's. Sorry to send out of order, but here it is:
Two joyful things to report today:
1. I heard a lovely piano recital given by 2 girls at the tender age of 14 or 15. They played beautifully, and I was pleased to be the teacher of one of them for 3 weeks this spring while her regular teacher recovered from surgery. These 2 girls are truly gifted, and they work hard to develop their gift.
2. This is much more practical and probably cognitively incongruent on such a hot day, but I found joy in making a big pot of a family favorite and my own original recipe. Here is the recipe, in case you like soup on hot days, too. It makes a big pot, but it's so good, you'll want to eat all of it, or freeze it for another day when you don't have time to cook. Pretty much every day.
1 or 1.5 lbs, skinless, boneless chicken breasts cut into bite sized pieces. (I use kitchen scissors for this, and they work great.)
1 lg Vidalia onion, chopped ( a bag of frozen chopped onion works,too)
1 bunch of celery, washed and chopped, including leaves
6 carrots, peeled and sliced
2 Tbl. butter (I know, use olive oil, if you must.)
2 cans diced tomatoes, with juice
2 cans white beans (cannellini) drained and rinsed to remove excess salt
2 Tbl. chicken stock paste (or bullion or broth, whatever you have)
1/2 tsp crushed red pepper (more, if you dare)
1/4 C fresh cilantro, chopped (I have great new multi-blade scissors to chop herbs. I highly recommend them. The fact that I can now harvest the herbs from my garden also gives me joy.)
Enough water to make the consistency that you want. I add about 4 cups, maybe less.
In a big Dutch oven or stock pot, sauté the chopped veggies and chicken in butter until onions are translucent. Add the tomatoes and juice, water, beans, and stock. Stir in red pepper and herbs and simmer for a couple of hours. If you're in a hurry, you can eat it when the veggies are soft, and the chicken is done. It's healthy and delicious, and it gives us joy every time I make it, which is about once a month or so.
Sing Along
Written on June 13, 2012
This gives me joy every time we do it, and today was no exception. Nearly every month, I go with members of my church choir to a local assisted living facility where one of our former choir members is a resident. He looks forward to the visits, and usually sings along with us, as do several of the other residents. We sing favorite hymns and patriotic songs, or Christmas carols - songs that the folks love and remember. I have seen for years what researchers are now reporting in scholarly journals - musical memory is one of the last parts of our brains to leave us. I have seen folks who have long since forgotten their own names and those of their families. Still, they can sing familiar songs, often in more than one language. It is remarkable. I have read the reports and understand the physiology to some degree, but it still is miraculous to me.
This gives me joy every time we do it, and today was no exception. Nearly every month, I go with members of my church choir to a local assisted living facility where one of our former choir members is a resident. He looks forward to the visits, and usually sings along with us, as do several of the other residents. We sing favorite hymns and patriotic songs, or Christmas carols - songs that the folks love and remember. I have seen for years what researchers are now reporting in scholarly journals - musical memory is one of the last parts of our brains to leave us. I have seen folks who have long since forgotten their own names and those of their families. Still, they can sing familiar songs, often in more than one language. It is remarkable. I have read the reports and understand the physiology to some degree, but it still is miraculous to me.
Movie Night
Written on June 11, 2010
OK, today's offering is just an old black and white movie I borrowed from Netflix. I recommend it - "Roberta." It's a Fred Astaire/Ginger Rogers musical with great songs by Jerome Kern, wonderful dancing, gorgeous costumes, lovely sets, and plenty of sweet romance. The movie has it all. I didn't realize that it was the source of so many famous songs. I have to say, it gave me joy - alone in the house, stretched out on the couch. Put it on your cue!
Not Everything is Profound
Written on June 10, 2010
Not every piece of joy comes from profound reflection. Today I felt it when I moussed (is that really a verb?) my hair and put on a pair of funky earrings, handmade for me by a dear friend. I smiled in the mirror, and thought, "Take that, you 50 year old grandmother!" My other joy will be this evening when Wayne and Peter and I drive to Baltimore, sit right behind homeplate, and watch my boys' favorite team, the NY Yankees. I love to see the bond that Peter feels with his Dad and Grandfather Rotz and Uncle Jeff, who are also Yankees fans. He will have Grandpa and Jeff on the cell phone throughout the game. I go along for the ride and certainly NOT for the food at the ball park. Go Yankees. Sorry, in advance, for the defeat, O's.
Watch for us on TV. I'll be the one with the great hair and earrings and the happy face. Look for the joy.
I don't plan to write a daily double, but I do have another moment of joy to add for today. As you probably know, Peter and I deliver Meals on Wheels on Thursdays as part of his homeschooling experience. I drive, and he delivers. I have always loved watching his interaction with the grateful clients. Today, an elderly Asian lady who speaks very little English said, "When your boy bring me food, I happy." I was happy, too, even joyful.
My Lillies
Written on June 9, 2010
For today's moment of joy, I looked at my lillies. I even talk to them and thank them. They are happily blooming in the front, sides, and back of my house. I have loved them for the 25 years that we have lived here, but especially for the last 5 years. In 2005 when our house burned, I saw and felt devastation. To my surprise, in early June, my lillies opened their lovely faces, just as they always had. They didn't seem to notice that we weren't home, the windows were boarded up, and my heart was so heavy. I remember tearfully saying to Gail, "My lillies are blooming." She, ever pratical, said, "Don't cry. Cut some and put them in a vase." She said just what I needed to hear, as she always does. I have reflected on those lillies ever since as the symbol of graceful beauty amidst heartache, and I have tried to behave that same way. I have chosen more lillies as decorative accents in my house to remind me. Even in hard times, they hold their heads up and show their splendor, opening a new bloom every day for a season. They rest, and then they come back again the next year, year after year. They toil not, neither do they spin, and yet Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed as one of these. Today I found joy as I considered the lillies.
For today's moment of joy, I looked at my lillies. I even talk to them and thank them. They are happily blooming in the front, sides, and back of my house. I have loved them for the 25 years that we have lived here, but especially for the last 5 years. In 2005 when our house burned, I saw and felt devastation. To my surprise, in early June, my lillies opened their lovely faces, just as they always had. They didn't seem to notice that we weren't home, the windows were boarded up, and my heart was so heavy. I remember tearfully saying to Gail, "My lillies are blooming." She, ever pratical, said, "Don't cry. Cut some and put them in a vase." She said just what I needed to hear, as she always does. I have reflected on those lillies ever since as the symbol of graceful beauty amidst heartache, and I have tried to behave that same way. I have chosen more lillies as decorative accents in my house to remind me. Even in hard times, they hold their heads up and show their splendor, opening a new bloom every day for a season. They rest, and then they come back again the next year, year after year. They toil not, neither do they spin, and yet Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed as one of these. Today I found joy as I considered the lillies.
The First Entry
A note from the blog manager~ this was my mother's first "Moments of Joy" entry, sent out in an email. Now that I have convinced her to let me publish her words, I'm slowly going to add to her current entries, those she has previously written, starting with this one, written on June 8, 2010. You will be able to recognize these previously written entries by the "written on" date I will be sure to always list at the top.
Written on June 8, 2010
Written on June 8, 2010
I can't seem to get into blogging. It takes too long. Today while taking my morning walk, I decided to start a daily (ok, almost daily) practice of writing and sending a short note called "What I did for joy" to a group of folks who are dear to me. I want to spend a minute each day thinking of something I did that day that brought me joy. Thank of it as Cindy's little zen place. Trust me, the rest of the day did not go so well, but reflecting on the happy spot can't hurt. So, here is today's.
You know I love spring time in Virginia. This morning was picture perfect, sunny, 65 degrees and breezy, perfect for an early morning walk. It was 7:30 AM, and the pressures of the day had not yet started. I walked my usual route, but I took myself with me. You see, I listened on my I-pod to a digitized performance of myself singing in 1982, when I was a much younger and more agile soprano. Anyway, the singing sounded beautiful to me this morning. I don't think I fully appreciated the gift when I was younger. So, the springtime combined with the sweet high notes of Ricard Strauss, Puccini, Gounod, and others in a voice that is most familiar to me, made for a very pleasant walk. I felt joy for an hour, and it helped to lift the burdens that were on my shoulders as the day wore on. What will it be tomorrow? Not sure yet. Stay tuned.
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