March 8, 2008 Snow!

This blog is about stories - family stories that may amuse, illuminate, or instruct others of the group. Tell us what is happening that is funny today, or what is happening in your deepest thoughts. I want to use this to tell you all some family history and hope to post just a few facts every now and then.

Donald chased the Wild Goose the other day and nearly spent the night in a privet bramble. He went rambling to see the coke ovens near Five Mile Creek and ended up in a bramble (interesting how ramble and bramble rhyme!). Lost near dark, he fought his way out through a wall of jungle briers and came home bloody and only slightly bowed. He says he was SO SURE that there would be a trail, but no, no trail, only impenetrable privet (nice alliterative word match!) and briers. So that is an example of a Wild Goose adventure, and I will try to get him to write about it!

Well, snow this morning! Even though its against my religion to have snow after March 1, it was pretty. We sat in the sunroom and watched the birds battle over the suet feeder. Only a couple of days ago the dandy looking red and black box-elder bugs were cohabiting on the house's sunny south face, cluttering up the window sills and doorways, getting ready for spring. But since it is after the first of March, I am not depressed by this cold weather - I know it is only temporary.

My word for today is "gesture" - I dreamed that word and had to arise and get to the dictionary to grasp its full meaning (body language that demonstrates or expresses idea, opinion, or emotion). I think I have been seduced by the forces of postmodernism to meditate on such visual words. But the art of language and gesture becomes more real to me every day as I struggle to allow spiritual transformation to progress. Dreaming about the gestures in life lead me to think about what we can learn from gestures large and small, and how we need to become more aware of what our gestures communicate to others.