What Tomatoes taught me about God

It is a very good thing that God isn’t like me. My interest in raising these tomatoes lasted longer than in my usual horticultural efforts, but it still waned. After a couple of months I was forgetful and busier in other directions and sure as you like, I forgot to keep watering, checking, restaking. Thankfully Rod noticed my usual gardening habits had kicked in and he picked up on the watering so they didn’t die but their yield won’t be as big as if I’d maintained more thorough care in the early weeks.

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The One to Whom it belongs

I came across a clip the other day exploring the meaning of the Hebrew word for ‘placenta’.  I don’t know if it’s a bit of a stretch but having done some of my own scratching around I do find it plausible.  The word in Hebrew is “shilyah” and it covers not only the placenta but also the afterbirth/umbilical cord and is also used as “toward her young one”.

‘Shilyah’ is a compound word made of “shil” (Shilo) and “Yah”.

‘Shilo’ means: “The one to whom it belongs”.

“Yah” (or Jah) being: a short form of Yahweh the proper name of God Hebrew Bible.

So what?

Referring to the entire contents of the womb, the products of conception… “Shilyah – The One to whom it belongs – Yahweh”

Chambers of our lives

“300 roses” is what I was told it would take to practice before I’d be able to paint a good rose. This was in the days when folk art was the craft phase of choice and the person who told me was my teacher. I was quite lunatic about this phase and would shift my stuff to the laundry when the table was needed for dinner and dash between kitchen and laundry to keep working on my projects in between the stages of cooking dinner. Pretty sure there were some burnt chops in that season of life.

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Miss 10 and a poet converse in the sun

By a string of peculiar circumstances, little Miss 10 found herself in a long conversation with an elderly gentleman in which the pair of them were completely engaged and the delight in their voices was heard even when the words themselves weren’t audible to me. I longed to be part of it but did not want to shift the balance in this sunshiny place so I kept myself at a distance.

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