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Worry

The last few days I have been thinking about the importance of living in the present. A recent selection from the Upper Room was Mathew 6: 25-34. These are the words of Jesus where he talks about not being anxious about what we will eat,or drink, or wear, or where we will live. These scriptures are a reminder that God has provided a way of living for the natural world and clothed them in beauty, and that if He has done this for birds and flowers, He certainly has not forgotten us as individuals. This passage ends with one of my favorite admonitions: Sufficient unto the day is the trouble there of. I remember my Dad saying this,and I imagine that he learned it from his parents as it is such a stilted translation,perhaps from Old English. He was not exempt from worry, but he understood the great burden that worry is. Paul had some words about worry,too. He said that we should throw off every burden that holds us back and run the race that is set before us. We depend on the Ancient One to provide water stops along the way.

Wordsworth wrote about our tendency to race about doing unimportant things:

The world is too much with us; late and soon,
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers;
Little we see in Nature that is ours;
We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!
This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon,
The winds that will be howling at all hours,
And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers,
For this, for everything, we are out of tune;
It moves us not.--Great God! I'd rather be
A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn;
So might I, standing on this pleasant lea,
Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn;
Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea;
Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.

Judging from these sources, worry and concentration on perceived bodily needs is not a recent problem for humankind. And it never stops. The kids think they need the latest backpack and my bedridden mother is afraid she will run out of money to care for herself. I think this is a natural part of humans and indeed to a limited extent is necessary for survival, but it should not be our primary task . Our primary task is the care and feeding of our souls. The first thing that I need to do to attend to my soul is to quiet the clamor the world makes in my head, and remember who I am in relation to God.

Orange Tiger Lilies

 

 

My orange tiger lilies have been blooming for several weeks but are about to finish. These old favorites are common around old homesteads and are common pass along plants. I got my start from my mother who got hers from her mother. They are sturdy plants reaching 3-4 feet tall, and are one of the few plants that produce bublets (properly called bulbils) in the axils of the leaves. They are easily propagated from these and will bloom from such a start in 2-3 years. They can also be propagated like most lilies from division of the bulb scales. The specific epithet is Lilium lancifolium and it originally came from eastern Asia. It is regarded as a delicacy there and all parts of the plant are edible--except the pollen which is said to be toxic. All parts of the plant are toxic to cats, causing kidney failure. Go figure.

Nice (?) Bug

We had 2 of these creatures on our screen at Sanibel Island. What on earth is it?? Does anyone have any ideas? It hardly moved at all, and I did not want to disturb it(It looks scary to me). One stayed about 4 days in virtually the same spot.

Ybor City, the Latin Quarter of Tampa

These are some street scenes from Ybor city. We stopped just for a look around at the famous cigar shops, restaurants, and beautiful mosaics. People were just moving up and down the street and all around as if it was not hot as 700. There had apparently been a wedding or reception right before we got there because some one was sweeping up the red silk rose petals from the street. I collected a few just to remember the scene.

Fingernail Moon

Did you see that beautiful tiny slice of moon last night just at sunset? There was still a bit of pink smear left from the sunset. The rest of the sky was dark, and the moon stood just at the edge of the darkness. It was so beautiful. I thought about my camera, but decided that the memory was probably better than any picture I could make.
Once in Montana (Big Sky Country) we saw an astoundingly beautiful sunset and Hugo took several pictures of it, but like a shot of the Grand Canyon, a photo can't capture the magnificence. What remains is not a memory of the sunset, but a memory of my feelings about the sunset. Which is better.

Sanibel Again

I am at Sanibel Island this week with the whole family for once. The water is VERY warm,like tepid bath water. So is the pool.The days are incredibly hot,the shells are still here but in limited numbers,and we are having a great time. We are being more selective with the shells we collect this time. At least we are trying to. They are all so beautiful and such great treasures that it's hard not to take them,even when you know you have better specimuns at home.
This afternoon late we were in the water for a long time. There is a sandbar a long ways out in the water and we went there to find lots of sand dollars. There were some really gig ones, but they were all alive so we did not take any. They are pretty smelly when drying,plus it is against regulations to take live shells. There were some dinner plate size 8 armed star fish. We put them on our heads like fancy hats and paraded around for a while. Then pitched them back in