Feeding Faith

It’s hard to believe it’s only been two-and-a-half weeks since my husband and I brought our darling Verusha home. ¬†She has been every bit the kitten for us: adorable, affectionate, playful, and highly skilled at finding trouble. ūüėČ ¬†We’ve been loving every minute, but her transition into our home has not been without its challenges. Continue reading

Welcome, Verusha!

From the time I was a very young child, I grew up with cats. ¬†My family’s first – Blacky, a neighborhood stray – adopted us when I was in first grade, and we ended up letting him in the house mostly as a hunter to clear out mice. ¬†Others followed after that (though most remained outside, where we fed them on our porch and let them sleep in a box we kept for them there), and over time we also had, Midnight, Caramel, and Cinnamon Sugar and her kittens, Applesauce, Butterscotch, Vanilla, and Licorice. (She became pregnant so soon after she came to us, we didn’t have a chance to get her fixed first.) ¬†All of them were wonderful, and even beyond our own pets, I loved cats generally.

In the end, however, they all either adopted new families or aged and died. ¬†And some time after that… I found myself allergic.

It was exceptionally interesting, then, the day I first found reference to hypoallergenic cat breeds. ¬†Now, I understand they don’t necessarily work for everyone, but the idea of possibly being able to have a cat without constantly suffering allergies or taking medicine was too tempting to ignore.

Long story short, after much research, consideration, and waiting, my husband and I now have a kitten of our own!

She is a Russian White, so my husband and I decided it would be appropriate to look for a Russian name. ¬†We decided¬†on the name Verusha, which is the diminutive of the Russian “Vera,” which means “faith,” though it is also sometimes associated with the Latin for “truth.” ¬†We loved both the sound and the meaning, and after all, what more can you ask for in a name?
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A House to Make a Home

For the first years of our marriage, my husband and I lived quite contentedly in an apartment near our church and my parents.  Eventually, however, we began to feel that the time had come to strike out into home-ownership.  We both knew our ultimate dream Рa place out in the country with woods and acreage Рwas out of reach for us.  In point of fact, I think the best we both hoped for was a house with sufficient conveniences in a quiet subdivision somewhere.

Then we found this place…

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How Not to Make a Guitar Case

Some time back, I decided I wanted to learn how to play the guitar. ¬†It’s a pursuit that’s seen unfortunate periods of neglect… but that’s another story. ūüėČ ¬†This story starts when I searched for and purchased a lovely guitar, but then decided it was so lovely, it deserved a more protective case than the soft-sided gig bag I’d originally purchased for it.

Then I ran across these chip-board cases for cheap on Craigslist (in the photos that follow, apologies for any poor image quality; I was often working with far less than ideal lighting): Continue reading

A Walk Through Aullwood Garden

One thing I love about the area in which I live is the wealth of gorgeous local metroparks in the region. ¬†One of those, Aullwood Garden, is a lovely place to wander, soak in some quiet, and – if you are so inclined – snap some photos of the scenery and the many, many flowers. ¬†These photos came from an afternoon’s wander, in which I attempted to frame and snatch a record of some of the beauty I found in the place.

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Love Is

Love is plodding feet

Set fixedly to follow,

Whether dancing down a grassy slope

Or stumbling up steep, stony ways.

Love is vigilant sight –

Eyes ever pulled from wandering,

Whether held in helpless rapture

Or in staunch, determined gaze.

Love is chosen faithfulness,

A will renewing always,

Whether time brings tenderness

Or trouble-laden days.

Love transcends the moment

To pour out in self-surrender

That runs washing over feet

Whether feelings ebb or blaze.

Parable of Moon and Sun

A race raised in moonlight,

Eyes conformed to twilight,

Adrift through silver dimness

Convinced they clearly see.

They point to a pale moon

And praise the palisades of

Lunar beams that

Mark out every path

And all the proper ways.

But what? Now the sky turns gray,

And reds glow ‚Äėcross their silver,

Splay a tarnish on its cleanness

To be scoured before it stains.

So grows a light that soon outshines

Their sight and all their guiding lines

‚ÄėTil blinded, they can‚Äôt see their moon

Bow white before the dazzling

Noontime Sun that walks the day.