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July 30, 2007

The re-wedding: we may never know to whose prayers our lives are the answer

Filed under: Faith,Limbs on the Family Tree — Christa Allan @ 8:00 am

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Mr. and Mrs. Andrae Ramon Cadoree and Pastor Edwards

Saturday, July 28

Andrae and my daughter Erin were first married in January of 2000 by Pastor Edwards, who is Andrae’s uncle and one of the most amazing pastors I’ve ever met. After their son Bailey, my first grandchild, went to heaven a month after God blessed us with him, Erin and Andrae faced extraordinary challenges.

They divorced. Erin went on to earn her paralegal certification, and Andrae eventually wound up working in Kuwait. But God had determined that would only be a chapter in the story of their lives, not the end.

Saturday, I stood in her father’s backyard and heard Pastor Edwards repeat the words that had united them as husband and wife seven years before. As I heard the fervent “Amen” and “Praise Jesus” echoed by Andrae’s family during the ceremony, I smiled remembering how constipated I felt in my Christianity all those years ago hearing the congregational participation of Andrae’s church.

So, at the end, when Pastor introduced us to the couple God has once again brought together, I heard myself actually speak out loud, my own “Amen.” Perhaps, in those same seven years, I’ve come to terms with my weaknesses, my faults, my spiritual dumbness. But God showed me on Saturday, life is full of second chances. Life is full of “Amens” just waiting for us.

And I am certain Bailey in heaven is “Amen” rejoicing along with his parents.
For my daughter and my newest-oldest son-in-law:

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in (ee cummings)

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
                                    i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)




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Grammy and Emma

Filed under: Limbs on the Family Tree — Christa Allan @ 6:57 am

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The morning before Erin’s wedding, her sisters Shannon and Sarah, Erin’s friend Jenny, and precious Emma and I all went to the nail salon for a girls’ manicure and pedicure extravaganza.

Emma enjoyed every moment of pampering. I enjoyed every moment of being with my girls. Blessings can shower upon us even in the midst of the most ordinary.

Sorry. We neglected to take photos, even though Emma sat still for little flowers to be painted on her fingernails and toenails.

More photos to come…


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July 24, 2007

The Ink’s Not Dry…and there’s a carnival!

Filed under: Writing — Christa Allan @ 9:51 pm

Look…I’m here! and here!!!


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July 23, 2007

Filed under: Uncategorized — Christa Allan @ 9:30 am

Monk & Neagle
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stunning commercial

Filed under: Uncategorized — Christa Allan @ 9:04 am

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Clever. Thought-provoking. Intelligent. A commercial. Go figure. Enjoy. Thanks to Away with Words for the heads up on this.


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July 21, 2007

waking up to poetry

Filed under: Uncategorized — Christa Allan @ 5:27 am

Morning Poem


Every morning

the world

is created.

Under the orange


sticks of the sun

the heaped

ashes of the night

turn into leaves again


and fasten themselves to the high branches —

and the ponds appear

like black cloth

on which are painted islands


of summer lilies.

If it is your nature

to be happy

you will swim away along the soft trails


for hours, your imagination

alighting everywhere.

And if your spirit

carries within it


the thorn

that is heavier than lead —

if it’s all you can do

to keep on trudging —


there is still

somewhere deep within you

a beast shouting that the earth

is exactly what it wanted —


each pond with its blazing lilies

is a prayer heard and answered

lavishly,

every morning,


whether or not

you have ever dared to be happy,

whether or not

you have ever dared to pray.



from Dream Work (1986) by Mary Oliver

© Mary Oliver

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July 20, 2007

more from Mary Oliver

Filed under: Education,Writing — Christa Allan @ 7:25 am

When Death Comes

When death comes
like the hungry bear in autumn
when death comes and takes all the bright coins from his purse

to buy me, and snaps his purse shut;
when death comes
like the measle pox;

when death comes
like an iceberg between the shoulder blades,

I want to step through the door full of curiosity, wondering;
what is it going to be like, that cottage of darkness?

And therefore I look upon everything
as a brotherhood and a sisterhood,
and I look upon time as no more than an idea,
and I consider eternity as another possibility,

and I think of each life as a flower, as common
as a field daisy, and as singular,

and each name a comfortable music in the mouth
tending as all music does, toward silence,

and each body a lion of courage, and something
precious to the earth.

When it’s over, I want to say: all my life
I was a bride married to amazement.
I was a bridegroom, taking the world into my arms.

When it’s over, I don’t want to wonder
if I have made of my life something particular, and real.
I don’t want to find myself sighing and frightened
or full of argument.

I don’t want to end up simply having visited this world.


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July 19, 2007

It’s not always about the destination

Filed under: Education,Writing — Christa Allan @ 4:22 am

The Journey

One day you finally knew
what you had to do, and began,
though the voices around you
kept shouting
their bad advice–
though the whole house
began to tremble
and you felt the old tug
at your ankles.
“Mend my life!”
each voice cried.
But you didn’t stop.
You knew what you had to do,
though the wind pried
with its stiff fingers
at the very foundations,
though their melancholy
was terrible.
It was already late
enough, and a wild night,
and the road full of fallen
branches and stones.
But little by little,
as you left their voices behind,
the stars began to burn
through the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice
which you slowly
recognized as your own,
that kept you company
as you strode deeper and deeper
into the world,
determined to do
the only thing you could do–
determined to save
the only life you could save.

© Mary Oliver. Online Source


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July 18, 2007

“i thank You God for most this amazing” e e cummings

Filed under: Education,Writing — Christa Allan @ 3:30 am

i thank You God for most this amazing
day:for the leaping greenly spirits of trees
and a blue true dream of sky;and for everything
which is natural which is infinite which is yes

(i who have died am alive again today,
and this is the sun’s birthday;this is the birth
day of life and of love and wings:and of the gay
great happening illimitably earth)

how should tasting touching hearing seeing
breathing any–lifted from the no
of allnothing–human merely being
doubt unimaginable You?

(now the ears of my ears awake and
now the eyes of my eyes are opened)


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July 17, 2007

Awful authors (relax, it’s only a game!)

Filed under: Education,Writing — Christa Allan @ 3:23 am

In this game, you have to think of a suitable punning surname for the author of an imaginary book. The most popular example used to be The Broken Window by Eva Brick (which is a pun on ‘heave a brick’).

Can you complete the names for the authors of these imaginary books?

Example The Cliff Tragedy, by Eileen…who?
Answer Eileen Dover (I leaned over.)

1. The Victorian Bicycle by Penny…who?

2. Lumberjacks by Tim…

3. Carpeting the House by Walter…

4. Politeness by Hugo…

5. What’s for breakfast? by Hammond…

6. Continental Breakfast by Roland…

7. Native American Weaponry by Tom A…

8. Oiling Cricket Bats by Lynn C…

9. Easy Money by Robin…

10. Stand and Deliver by Ann…

11. Chemistry by Tess…

12. Counterfeit Antiques by Fay…

13. Successful Books by Bess…

14. Foreseeing the Future by Horace…

15. French Windows by Pattie…

16. Alcohol and Gambling by Rex…

17. Personal and Religious Belief by Mike…

18. Pleasing the Public by Lois Carmen…

19. Travelling light by Freda Wanda…

20. The Perfect Marriage by Ruth….and Patrick…

Answers: Look in the comments section


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