memories and souveniers

The Reynolds Family is certainly a fun and well-connected group.

We just returned from the 2009 Family Reunion. The majority of

us get together a few times each year, holidays and such. The whole

gang tries to gather every three years or so, whether we want to or not -

hahaha

This year we celebrated mom's 80th birthday and welcomed friends,

old and new. Lots of superb memories and thanks to my cousin, Steve,

I have the souvenier of burn on my foot.

Oh well.

He scarred me at age 5 on my left ankle... what's another scar at 41?

Until another gathering at Alpine Chalets on the beautiful Oregon coast...

the Reynolds' clan will gather when and where possible, in whatever grouping

is available.

Compassion, conviction, compulsion

which is it?

July 31, 2009

nothing spectaluar about today so far...

just the awareness of it's placement in the calendar and my life.

2009 is more than 1/2 way over. huh? I can certainly say it has been full of opportunities, rich experiences, and vision and hope for the future.

I turned in one paper today and have 2 due next week.

My house re-oranization experience is more than 1/2 way done.

Our Reynolds family reunion starts this week.

The fall course schedule is now available.

more opportunities and vision and hope for the future!

My calendar for the rest of the year has 2 catagories of entries, so far...

birthdays and the start and end of the term.

There are activities and such waiting to be scheduled, but no rush.

I like that.

The Great Slide Puzzle

Remember those thinker toys called slide puzzles?

There are usuallly 16 spaces for 15 tiles.

or some other matrix with one less tile than spaces.

I have often referred to life as a slide puzzle.

This week I am living it!

Since my job has ended and I only have 6 credits

of school this term, I have time (and no excuses)

to organize!

Yes, the garage, the main living area, and eventually

each of the bedrooms and the laundry room.

It's not as easy as put this here and that there.

NooOOOOoooo.

This stuff is gone through and sorted.

That stuff is moved over here so I can move the shelves over there, THEN, it can be put on them.

For those who have been in my home, the pew is now in the garage and the wooden shelving moved one turn to the left and is on that wall. I was given an old entertainment center and will be receiving a work bench tomorrow. I am creating my "Christy Space". If I were male, it might be referred to as a 'man cave'.

Nonetheless, it's quite a chore! And each time a box or bin is touched, it is gone through.

My goal...to have a place for everything (that is kept) and everything in it's place.

I cannot promise it will stay that way. In fact, I can guarentee it won't.

But at least this huge sliding of the puzzle pieces will be significant and make a big difference.

(YAY! Freecycle! and Good Will)

It is what it is.

A common phrase used in many areas of life these days.

According to the Urban Dictionary, it's along the lines of "whatever, screw it, forget about it".

It's use in my world is somewhat "self-leveling". The situation may not be what we want, it may not be what we'd hoped or worked for, it may not even make sense, but "it is what it is".

(You know... you don't get what you want, you get what you get.)

So what is "it"?

"It" is the reality of the situation.

"It" is the realization of the limits or boundaries of something.

"It" is the acknowledgment of one's concluded thoughts after serious contemplation.

"It" is something we cannot control, and we have the power to not let it control us.

"It" exists and our responsibility is to figure out what to do with "it".

What are your thoughts?

Would you respond, "They are what they are?"

Sparkler moment

July 4th, 1979

Camp Highroads, Middleburg, Virginia

It was my first week of summer camp. I did NOT want to be there. Mom and Dad made me go.

The final night of camp was the 4th of July. We stood in a circle, each of us holding a sparkler (the old fashioned metal ones that lasted a long time). Someone started singing and lit the sparkers on either side of them. The song was "Pass It On".

I was not familiar with the song and had not had experienced anything like that.

Next thing I knew I was bawling. I do not recall any lyrics past "It only takes a spark" until "I'll shout it from the mountain tops, PRAISE GOD!"

It was at that moment that my relationship with God became significant.

What makes one rich?

is it the amount of money in a bank account?

is it the price paid for a car, house, jewelry, and such?

is it the number of friends?

I consider myself VERY weathly, but certianly not my any of the standards above.

I am rich beyond belief based upon the depth of my friendships and the ability

and choice to recognize life's moments, big and small, as priceless.

I had one such phone call this evening. It was two-part actually. The first call deep with dialog, engaging conversation, and multiple interruptions from off-spring. (which prompted the need to continue the call later).

The second call was 20 mintues later. In that 20 minutes, a significant life event happened, for which we had been praying about for a few weeks, and today in particular. That call was one filled with listening and encouraging. Tears and prayers. Affirmation and appreciation.

PRICELESS!!!