Friday, June 29, 2012

Fire and Dust

Wednesday evening, I was sitting in my living room working on my laptop when I looked out the window and saw that the sky was on fire (this amazing sunset).  I grabbed my camera and went outside to capture the loveliness.  It was beastly hot (over 100 degrees, I'm sure) even though it was already 7:45 in the evening.  I decided to go for a quick walk to the field on the other side of the houses to get a better view of the sky.

The further I went on my walk, the more beautiful the sky became.
When I got to the end of the apartments, however, and looked across the street to the golf course there (to the east), the sky looked quite different--angry, in fact.  And dirty.  I quickly realized that I was about to experience my first haboob in person.  Never mind that a year ago I had never even heard of such a thing.  Now, I was going to be smack dab in the middle of one!
That wall of dirt was literally rolling down the road, through the golf course and coming straight for me!
I looked back to my right (to the west) and saw the beautiful sunset still going on, although it was fading somewhat as the dust began rolling in.
Looking back to my left, I saw that the haboob was approaching the mountain that is on the far side of the golf course.
I was fascinated by how fast this thing was moving, and how clearly I could see it.
Within minutes it was engulfing the mountain. . .
. . . and obliterating it!
 At its peak, I could barely see the mountain.

Meanwhile, the dust had also taken out the sunset.  By this time, I was back where I'd started, a mere 10 minutes earlier (I didn't want to disappear myself into the dust.  As it was, I had inhaled a fair amount of it.).  I can honestly say, I have never seen anything like this...but it will probably not be the last time.

Tuesday, June 05, 2012

Wonder-full Wedding

My niece got married on Sunday.  It was a mist-filled, wonder-full day.  The wedding took place in a garden on the North Shore of Massachusetts, so the weather was a concern.  With temperatures 20 degrees lower than normal and intermittent rain throughout the weekend, the outdoor ceremony was in doubt.  But the father of the bride said "No.  My daughter wanted a garden wedding, and that's what she's going to have."  And so she did.  It was beautiful.  Just beautiful.

I put together the readings for the ceremony.  A pastor-relative and I read the selections from literature and the Bible.  We've done readings together before and do well together.  I chose selections from Robert Louis Stevenson, Maya Angelou, Thomas a Kempis, George Eliot, the Bible, and Pablo Neruda. His Sonnet LXIX was my favorite of all:

Maybe nothingness is to be without your presence, 
without you moving, slicing the noon
like a blue flower, without you walking
later through the fog and the cobbles,
without the light you carry in your hand,
golden, which maybe others will not see,
which maybe no one knew was growing 
like the red beginnings of a rose.
In short, without your presence:  without your coming
suddenly, incitingly, to know my life,
gust of a rosebush wheat of wind:
since then I am because you are,
since then you are, I am, we are,
and through love I will be, you will be, we'll be.