“Without oxen a stable stays clean,
but you need a strong ox for a large harvest.” Pr 14:4
If you have kids, you’ll have noise, sleepless nights, messes, and trouble.
Either accept that or don’t have kids.
You’ll also have laughter, delight, and a full heart.
If you want a spouse, you’ll have growth-pains, compromise, heartache, and headaches.
Mine has the hives right now ;).
Either accept that or stay single.
You’ll also have laughter, growth, partnership, and fulfillment.
If you want a oxen, you’ll have mooing, early mornings, and loads of dung
You’ll also have a large bountiful harvest and gratifying work.
But I’m not saying let the dung pile too high 🙂
LESSONS FROM THE STABLE
- If a clean barn is your priority, either be about cleaning it ALL the time and doing little else, or ditch the cows.
- Quit complaining about what are actually godsends.
- Gain a healthy tolerance for messes and accept them as part and parcel of the blessings.
- The Bestower of blessings sends them along with obligations.
I painted this for my friend. Happy birthday Jan! May your lavender-farm dreams glow brighter every day.
What a pleasure to bestow,
a piece whose rainbow colors glow,
and show the lavender you’ll grow.
And though the process seems so slow,
and you mow through sun and snow,
Your dream will come with joy in tow,
and row after row of lavender glow.
Weeds are growing in parallel
along this rocky footpath.
They are doing rather well
despite incurring my wrath.
Some would rather sip Zinfandel
while soaking in a bubble bath.
But I’ll be weeding for a spell
right here on my psycho-path.
Angîkorwo rûrîmî rwaku
Tumia mûrango na kîhingo!
If your tongue is likely to
sneak away on a jaunt
Batten the door and the gate!
Taming the Tongue
3 Not many of you should become teachers, my fellow believers, because you know that we who teach will be judged more strictly. 2 We all stumble in many ways. Anyone who is never at fault in what they say is perfect, able to keep their whole body in check.
3 When we put bits into the mouths of horses to make them obey us, we can turn the whole animal. 4 Or take ships as an example. Although they are so large and are driven by strong winds, they are steered by a very small rudder wherever the pilot wants to go. 5 Likewise, the tongue is a small part of the body, but it makes great boasts. Consider what a great forest is set on fire by a small spark. 6 The tongue also is a fire, a world of evil among the parts of the body. It corrupts the whole body, sets the whole course of one’s life on fire, and is itself set on fire by hell.
7 All kinds of animals, birds, reptiles and sea creatures are being tamed and have been tamed by mankind, 8 but no human being can tame the tongue. It is a restless evil, full of deadly poison.
9 With the tongue we praise our Lord and Father, and with it we curse human beings, who have been made in God’s likeness. 10 Out of the same mouth come praise and cursing. My brothers and sisters, this should not be. 11 Can both fresh water and salt water flow from the same spring? 12 My brothers and sisters, can a fig tree bear olives, or a grapevine bear figs? Neither can a salt spring produce fresh water.
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Ndûgetire na nyûmba nene,
Ndûgetire na ngari njerû
Ndûgetire na mûndû mûthaka,
Ndûgetire na ûûgî
Wîtire na Jesû,
Ihiga rîa Tene ma.
Do not lean on your big house,
It will someday wear away.
Don’t lean on your fancy new car,
It’s liable to have a flat tire.
Don’t lean on a beautiful person,
They too will age with time.
Don’t lean on your knowledge,
It will soon be forgotten.
Lean on Jesus
The Rock of Ages.
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a magnificent poem my mind was creating.
electric, melodic, pure genius in the making
but i waited too long, it was done percolating
i had dreamily thought, “this one is yours for the taking;
it will keep till morning, boy it’s downright earth-shaking!”
But upon my awaking this poor heart is aching
as the lyrics start fading, rush to evaporating.
my work so painstaking, now a vain undertaking
I should mandate dictating, that goes without stating,
as there’s no compensating for a loss so frustrating!
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You thrill me, enchant me,
Scintillate me, excite me,
Fascinate me, enthrall me.
Make my heart throb, hear my soul’s call,
Glad we’re in this, for the long haul.
You annoy me, irritate me,
confound me, frustrate me,
You vex me, aggravate me,
misunderstand me, berate me…
I have feelings for you alright!
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My husband loves to build cairns on the banks of the Little Santiam River. It’s fun to help him fetch just the right rocks and watch him VERY patiently build these phenomenal structures. It still boggles me that they stand. He is not done until they are stable enough to dance around.
To make this precarious cairn
Be patient with steady concern
The waters around it will churn
With a whirl and a twirl and a turn.
The waves will swirl on the grass and the fern
while the dragonflies dance with the cedar-bound tern.
The sun feels divine, too much more and I’ll burn.
It’s a balancing act, I am starting to learn.
I’d rather be dreaming but I don’t know how
It was all going great till I had to pee
I’ve had Melatonin and Sleepy Time Tea
My work pile’s a mile high and awaits only me
I’d rather be dreaming right about now.
I’d rather be dreaming, heavy hangs the brow
but a rogue thought sparked and a fire it stoked
and all the peace and quiet, is successfully provoked
though I chased it down, and wrestled it, its mercy I invoked
I’d rather be dreaming, but I don’t know how.
I’d rather be dreaming right about now
Seems 2 AM was ten hours ago, and now 3:56.
I lie here exhausted, I’ve emptied my bag of tricks,
Send a man to the moon, but this I can’t fix
I’d rather be dreaming… so heavy hangs the brow…
Ngarana Tata Wangarî wa Magû,
“Angîkorwo ndûrî Jesû,
Ndûrî kîndû ûrî.
Angîkorwo ndûi Jesu,
Ndûri kîrîa ûî.”
“Angîkorwo nîûrî Jesû,
Ndûrî kîndû ûtarî.
Angîkorwo nîûî Jesû,
Ndûrî kîndû ûtoî.”
(Calling all Kikuyus: It is lamentable that many Kikuyu are unable to read in their native tongue. I aim to increase Kikuyu readership by composing, inspiring and collecting new, provocative works in that beautiful language. Wangari wa Ngara)
Mûbete: A young Kikuyu woman in traditional garb.
(Image from https://mukuyu.files.wordpress.com/2015/01/wpid-wp-1422208502982.jpeg?w=630 Retrieved 3/14/18)