I can’t remember the last time I actually jumped.
Can you? 
And at 72, why would I jump?
Maybe a teeny, tiny “jump” when HR sneaks up behind and tickles me. But that hardly qualifies as a legitimate jump, does it?
Grandson Gabriel participated in a basketball tournament up in Atlanta this weekend.
He’s a great jumper.
Perhaps I could learn a lesson or two from G.
I set forth an intention to look for ways to jump this coming week.
Join me?
My very favorite subject in high school was GEOMETRY.
Unlike calculus, trigonometry, and even algebra, geometry just made plain sense to me.
I mean, everything seems to have a shape. Even if it’s shapeless, isn’t that still sort of a category of a shape?
I also like the way the word “geometry” sounds and even feels coming out of my mouth. Try saying it.
“gee-ah-muh-tree”
Now try saying it a little slower.
“geeee-ahhhh-muuuh-treee”
It’s like getting a teensy massage of the mouth and lips. (Stop staring at me like that. It is!)
And it has such a rhythmic flow.
So yes, I love geometry. The word and the subject.
And apparently, so does my iPhone’s camera. For as I was walking out our front door the other day, minding my own business, my phone looked down and somehow without my assistance snapped a quick photo of our hallway floor, etc.,etc., including my left shoe.
When I discovered the unintentional (at least by me) photo, I have to say that I was a bit charmed with my phone’s artistic expertise and perspective.
Just look at all the geometry!
Circles and squares and ovals. Rectangles and triangles. Lines and points.
If I squint, I think I can even make out a few symbols from sacred geometry.
So even though I have not discovered what the geometry of the universe really is, I do have a better “footing” for my hallway’s geometry.
Walking down an alley near me here in Savannah this morning, I came across this …
It struck me, immediately, as beautiful.
Marveling this Monday morning, as I scroll through a hodgepodge of photos from our Baltimore trip last week.
NATURE
ART
Even our cutlery at lunch in the Mount Vernon section of Baltimore was sort of artsy.
I believe that if we attend to our lives carefully, we will see much to cause us to pause and MARVEL.
What a wonderful Easter service at our Asbury Memorial Church this morning here in Savannah.
AFFIRMATION OF FAITH
One: We believe in God:
All: who is older than eternity,and younger than our next breath; who is beyond describing, yet knows us all by name; who inspires faith,yet cannot be contained by religion.
One: We believe in Jesus Christ, flesh of our flesh, bone of our bone:
All: He came in the body to give worth to every human life. He touched the untouchable, loved the unlovable, forgave the unforgivable, and endured slander, persecution, and death in order that through suffering love God’s kingdom might come on earth. He rose from the grave as living proof that what is laid down in faith will be raised in glory
One: We believe in the Holy Spirit:
All: who leads us into truth and freedom, who gives good gifts to all God’s children, who inspires research, enables prayer, and wills that human economics and politics should prioritize justice, care of the earth, and the healing of nations.
One: We celebrate the potential of the Church:
All: the life in our bodies, the yearning in our souls, the promise of good things in store, and the opportunity to love and serve one another.
Amen.
Water, River, Spirit, Grace,
Sweep over me, Sweep over me!
Recarve the depths your fingers traced
In sculpting me, in sculpting me.
HR and I hope that you are having a peaceful Easter 2024.
Does food (or life) get any better than this?!
So last weekend, Robert and I ventured down to Jacksonville, Florida to get away from the St. Patrick’s Day craziness here in Savannah. (We live on the parade route.)
One of our weekend meals found us in the Mayport area of Jacksonville, just off the Atlantic Ocean. and at one of our very favorite seafood restaurants, Safe Harbor.
I got the blackened shrimp and haddock. Oh my goodness!
Robert got something or other, I can’t remember what, I was too busy with my own seafood extravaganza.
But here he is …
The Joy of Food!
My weekly gratitude journal, of sorts.
1. Touching a tree.
2. Last Friday on our way to Jacksonville, Florida for the weekend, stopping by Amelia Island for lunch at one of our favorite casual lunch haunts along the ocean, Coast at the Ritz Carlton. (We eat there, not stay there.)
My Catch of the Day Sandwich was simply incredible.
3. Grandson Gabriel’s sensational three seconds in a recent basketball game in Atlanta …
I’m afraid he doesn’t get that skill from me. ☹️
4. While we were in Jacksonville last weekend (to get away from Savannah‘s crazy St. Patrick’s Day shenanigans, if you want to know … we live on the parade route), we ventured over to Jacksonville Beach where my family vacationed for well over a decade back in the late 60s and 70s.
We visited the Beaches Museum there. And from their archives, I discovered the motel where my family stayed … the Silver Sea Motel! A mid- to lower-end motel with beds where you could insert a quarter and get a shaky fifteen-minute “massage.”
Such JOYFUL memories.
5. Our three little Travel Buddies who venture with us on all our trips.
May this weekend you enJOY some JOYful memories as well.
Marveling this morn, thinking back on the church Robert and I walked past on a walk near our Airbnb in the Riverside neighborhood of Jacksonville over the weekend.
It’s Romanesque and Byzantine architecture first caught our eyes. But then the large sign out front sparkled in joyfully inclusive welcome.
Look closer …
Thank you, Riverside. You are a Marvel.
You know you’re getting … “older” when you open up an email such as this …
And find it not only a fascinating read, but just so very practical, and maybe even a little bit hip.
Or at least close to the hip.
NealEnJoy 