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March 03, 2014

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One flower falls and another one springs to life.

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In Defense of Eeyore

Some years ago, when I was still teaching, our principal began a faculty meeting with this challenge. “You can either be an Eeyore or a Tigger,” she told us, the implication being that we were all Eeyores. In her defense, teachers do complain a lot. In our defense, we teachers have a lot that needs complaining about. Last week, I watched the movie Christopher Robin . In the movie, a grown-up Christopher Robin returns to the Hundred Acre Wood to find his friends Pooh, Piglet, Tigger and all the rest, are missing, potentially taken by or hiding from the dreaded Heffalump. Eeyore is the first of Christopher Robin’s friends to appear. Christopher Robin finds him floating on his back down the creek, headed for the waterfall. Now here’s the thing about Eeyore—he is a creature born of imagination, a talking, stuffed donkey who is constantly misplacing his tail. And yet, out of all the fantastical creatures of the Hundred Acre Wood, it is Eeyore...

Brushstrokes

It's funny, but from a distance birds like these look like little fluff balls. It's only when you zoom in closer that you see the feathers are more detailed than that, that the bird is not made of fluff. Its feathers show such detail you can, in effect, see the brushstrokes.

Witness

Some months ago, during my morning walk, I witnessed my very first shooting star. It was glorious and magnificent and frightening, this fireball streaking across the sky. I’ll never forget it. I’ll never forget that moment. It was perfect except that I was alone. There was no one there to share the experience with me, no one to stand in witness with me. No one to validate it, no one to say, “Yes, it was just as magical as you remember.” I didn’t have a camera with me. I didn’t have anyway to prove to anyone that the moment had happened at all. But sometimes that’s okay, I tell myself. Sometimes the camera gets in the way. Sometimes, God just wants me to stand in the middle of His creation and be silent and be still and be a witness. The word “witness” is one that pops up quite a bit in Christianity especially if you were raised in a certain faith tradition. My grandparents were Southern Baptist and trust m...

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