"I'm sorry," my husband says often.
Not because he's done anything wrong, or to offend or hurt me. But just because he can tell I am unsettled, discontent, disappointed at that moment in life in general.
He thinks he has failed because I am not happy all the time, that he needs to wrap me in all the comforts of this life.
A 5-Minute Friday post
I scooped up the spilled dirt and patted it back around the bruised plants that had fallen victim to a furry vandal's frenzied search for treasure.
"Obnoxious little varmints. This is why we can't have nice things. All this mess and destruction for a few errant bird seeds that you just can't live without," I muttered under my breath to the absent bandits, those masked critters with ringed tails that come out at night and wreak havoc in our neighborhood.
The indicative inspires and motivates the imperative, says the theologian. “Be [the imperative] who you are [the indicative].”
A syllogism is a logic construct stating two propositions and drawing a conclusion from terms shared by both. “All dogs are canine. Fido is a dog. Therefore Fido is a canine.”
Opportunities come and go in our lives. Most poignantly, they happen in small slices of time. A moment’s hesitation and a job prospect is gone. One second more and that car would have sideswiped you. The phone sounds its last ring and you grab it in time to hear the apology you've been praying for. You crest the hill at exactly the same moment the sunset sky reaches its most glorious and spectacular release of color and light.
I heard the tune over the noise of the crowds. It was thin, clearly coming from the speaker of a cheap car radio. But it didn’t fit, because what radio station on earth would play such an old song?
The words filtered through years of memories and suddenly I found them on my lips.
A few days ago I was lunching with a friend, a fellow director of student plays, and we were discussing her most recent production, a musical version of The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe.
Have you ever seen Zorb Soccer being played? It’s a crazy game where the participants are actually encased in huge bubble suits -- the game is often referred to as Bubble Soccer. You can’t even call them suits because they’re just these massive, clear, plastic, blown-up balls with a pocket in the center just the right size for a human to crawl into, leaving their lower body exposed and their legs able to move.
I'll give you a minute to watch the clip below.
Every genre has a hit song that glorifies abandoning the drudgery or difficulties of life and fleeing to worry-free days. Popular movies touch on the theme, vivid images stirring up our yearning for another life. And not just in our current culture: Conjure up that mental clip of Sister Maria shedding her habit for her native dress, running through the fields, arms flung wide, singing about being alive to the purity of the music of the hills.
"Then the lion said--but I don’t know if it spoke--You will have to let me undress you. I was afraid of his claws, I can tell you, but I was pretty nearly desperate now. So I just lay flat down on my back to let him do it.
"The very first tear he made was so deep that I thought it had gone right into my heart. And when he began pulling the skin off, it hurt worse than anything I've ever felt. The only thing that made me able to bear it was jut the pleasure of feeling the stuff peel off. You know--if you've ever picked the scab of a sore place. It hurts like billy-oh but it is such fun to see it coming away."
"I know exactly what you mean," said Edmund.
“Is he safe?”
This was the question King David asked the messengers. A league of rebels had mounted an insurrection against the throne, and during a sortie, the armies of the king encountered the rebel forces. David had been waiting for news about the fighting, and when he saw the fleet-footed courier appear on the horizon, he was anxious to hear the report he brought.
Laura England Miller