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Raised Voices
Raised Voices The old man walked with care down the slope in the road, picking his way through the slicker ice patches and pushing his boots down with firm movements into the crystalline snow. He stopped at the mailbox and held onto it for a moment, steadying himself before stepping out onto the glassy road which he had to cross to reach the driveway. The dog didn’t tug on the leash, and he was grateful for her restraint, worried as he was that she would pull him down onto the unforgiving ice. He told the dog it was time to go, and they stepped together onto the road and walked…
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January 6th: Day of Import
This day is for me significant for several reasons. The weather grows more wintery each day, and this afternoon is supposed to usher in some snow. More significantly, this will begin a stretch of brutally cold nights. But I am warmed inside today, which is the Feast of the Epiphany. Christmastide ended last night with Twelfth Night, and now Ephiphanytide begins. A joyous season and well worth meditating upon. But Epiphany is not my spiritual focus today. Today also marks the anniversary of the birth of the Maid, Saint Joan of Arc, who is my patron saint. The little French girl’s birth was not officially recorded in the records of…
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The Breeze So Warm and Mild
A rainbow split the warm sky yesterday evening while we were enjoying some porch-sitting out back. The birds very active, as was our chipmunk, and the 75 degree air was a welcome relief to arthritic stiffness and the inactivity that frigid weather imposes. But today the temperature is dropping steadily, the rain will resume again in a couple of hours, and by morning, we’re forecast to have lots of heavy, wet snow. The kind that snaps power lines and turns mountain roads into luge tracks. May it not come to pass. I thought I’d share a cute video and a beautiful song, if you will indulge me, dear readers. First,…
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At Year’s End
The outside world is a drape of velvet rain right now. As I write, my wife is reading in her chair, the page illuminated by the grey light coming through the porch window to her left. Jinx is in the back bedroom, a spotted comma on the loveseat, and Bluebelle is sitting like a stone sentry on the back porch, watching the squirrels and birds in her yard. annoyed and agitated but not yet ready to commit. Dixee is snoring in her little bed at my wife’s feet. And me? I am here in this quiet room of muted light, thinking my thoughts and chewing a cracker and poking at…
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Merry Christmas
To all my readers, a very Merry Christmas! We arose early (not by choice — thank you, Jinx and Bluebelle!) and had our Christmas. Before we settled in for a nice early afternoon nap, I prayed for each of you….by name for the ones whom I know by name, and for the rest of you in general intercession. I found a very nice arrangement of Ave Maria online. I was ready to stop the song within seconds, expecting it to be some jazzed-up silly monstrosity. Suffice it to say that when I listened to it, I was not prepared for what I heard. I hope you enjoy the skill and…
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Christmas Eve
Keeping Watch — A Christmas Eve Story for Lewis B I can hear the men talking at the fire outside the door, sitting in their circle and making their words in their low, rough tones. The sound of men’s voices usually soothes me, pulls a soft blanket of comfort across me. But tonight the pain is too much within me, and my breathing is a great and difficult labor, and there is no comfort here for me. The old woman has done all for me that she can do. She is sitting over there next to the lamp, where she always sits when her day’s work is done and she…
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Miracle In Kentucky
I wanted to lift everyone’s spirits during this season, and here is the perfect item for my desire. Read it and bow your head in awe and gratitude. Tip o’ the hat to Matthew Archbold for his very enjoyable blog. ~ S.K. Orr
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Winter Begins
And now we sit in the deepest pocket of the year’s darkness, with the night air so still that even the nocturnal predators do not dare to disturb the hush with their cries. We have reached the farthest point on our yearly circle around the great light in the sky, and are now beginning to swing back to complete the ring, spinning always, the great seas and the vast acres containing numberless bones slipping in and out of light and dark, and so it has ever been since ages ago, back when certain words were spoken. It’s difficult when I stand in the yard to remember that this bleak patch…
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The Fourth Sunday of Advent
This past week the weather was so warm it felt like May. The spotted dogs and I had the opportunity to take many pleasant walks, and I felt as if my body and soul were being scrubbed by the clean air I drew deeply into my lungs. I spent much of the week pondering my gratitude for my health and that of Mrs. Orr and all of our family. More than ever, I believe it’s important to stay out of the hospital and far from health care facilities if at all possible. Once again, I will refer you to the indefatigable Anne Barnhardt. One of her recent podcasts featuring an…
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The Third Sunday of Advent
I travel these days between the bumpers that make a loud noise and then send me hurtling back across the board to slam into a wall or another bumper, lights flashing and the tote board rolling the digits higher, and I try so hard to keep moving so as not to drop between the flippers, and I know how to bump just enough, how to catch myself in the crook of the flipper and then slap that button and relaunch up to the top of the board. But sometimes I misjudge and I drop through that too-wide space and disappear, and then I have to use up one more of…