Miss Pelican's Perch

Looking at my World from a Different Place


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A Visitor in My Bathroom

This morning I discovered a long-legged cellar spider hanging by a thread of her own making above my bathtub. I don’t like spiders much, but since she was not in my way and was not particularly threatening in her appearance, I figured “live and let live.”

As I was going about the process of getting ready for work, I could not help but ponder her presence in my bathroom. I wondered what she was planning to catch in her web. Cellar spiders hang out in dark cavities in places like, well, cellars, preying on bugs and other spiders that lurk there. With the exception of an occasional lost arachnid such as herself, I do not often have insects, crawling or flying, in my bathroom.

“Sweetie, you’re gonna get mighty hungry if you stick around here,” I mumbled.

This made me think of people.   We are often like this little spider: we chose circumstances where we get hungry for life, where we do not flourish. We often must push ourselves to get out of our comfort zones while we still have the energy and ability to do so. We must learn our true natures and learn the places and circumstances we need to thrive.   We must then move on to those places for our own survival.

With that thought in mind, I went over to my visitor’s web and gave it a little blow, rattling her world and waking her up.   She took the hint and scrambled up and away, hopefully to a better place.

 

ljgloyd (c) 2018

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Silhouette

“Silhouette”: Somewhere in the San Bernardino Mountains sometime in the 1980’s or so. Shot by a 35 mm SLR. Darn, those were good cameras back then.

 Silhouette

ljgloyd (c) taken sometime in the 1980’s or so, and edited 2018

 


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Taize

I’ve been watching too much news the last couple of weeks. As a result, I feel the rancor and hatred of the current political situation clinging to me like filth.

I need a bath.

A few days ago, I noticed a banner in front of a church just around the corner from my home. It simply said “Taize Service Tuesday at 7 pm”

I knew Taize was some sort of prayer service, but that’s about all. So this evening, being Tuesday, I decided to go. Actually, I felt compelled to go.

There were only six of us in the tiny chapel: the rector, a guitarist, a reader, me, and two other people. The order of service was elegant in its unpretentiousness: Simple choruses repeated to the soft strum of an acoustic guitar, the light of a hundred candles flickering and dancing on the walls, passages of scripture read in a powerful voice, long periods of silence punctuated by the sound of a gong.

The focus of the readings was on the various names of God. We were instructed to dwell on that theme and let the Spirit take us where He willed.

Singing, silence, listening, silence, gong, praying, breathing, silence, singing, silence, gong, silence, benediction. Amen.

Emerging from the dark womb of the sanctuary, I fell under the blue light of a waxing moon.

Then I realized: I felt… clean.

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