Saturday, March 28, 2015

Every Single Frame

I find a quote by photographer Annie Leibovitz that has me thinking.

She says, "I am impressed with what happens when someone stays in the same place and you took the same picture over and over and it would be different, every single frame."

So much of my life in the past 8 years has been about staying in the same place every single day and seeing the incredible beauty, wonder, and mystery in the most ordinary day.

The smallest details of this day--like the human face captured frame by frame by a photographer-- bring about endless things to notice and delight in.

It's different, every single frame.



Friday, March 27, 2015

I Love Psalm 143:10

This morning I read this in Psalm 143:10: 

"Teach me to do your will, for you are my God; may your good Spirit lead me on level ground."

It's such a simple cry for God to teach us what we need to know to do His will, and that we'd be led on level ground. I learn that the idea of "level ground" doesn't just mean straight; the description also means pleasing, agreeable, and good (as in righteous). What a great, simple prayer for anyone today. 

It's not as if we come before God knowing already what to do and how to live. It's not as if we come before God knowing the path today or how to move forward. 

We pray this: Teach me to do this, God. Teach me whatever it is I need to know to accomplish Your plans for me. And, by the way, could the path please be a good, pleasing, level one? Something drama-free and peaceful? Thank you, Lord. 

Thursday, March 26, 2015

Every 50 Minutes

My kinesiology students have been teaching me all about the dangers of a sedentary writer's life. The research confirms that I must move more throughout my day, not just in my bursts of exercise in the early morning. The writing life that sits all day is not good for my body. It's not good for my heart. 

They recently advised that I simply set a timer for 50 minutes. When it dings, I get up and move for 10 minutes. I jump around. I race downstairs for snacks or to fold laundry, and then I race around the room and up the stairs like a crazy woman. I dance. I take a brisk walk outside. Then, I sit down, reset the timer, and work for the next 50 minutes.

The 50 minute segments of the morning have brought a certain joyful order and rhythm to the work of sitting at a desk. When the timer dings, I think about the kind of fun I can have for 10 minutes.

My heart feels so much better.