February 27, 2014
As the choir sang
In my personal sanctuary
I heard the last bits of the rains of yesterday
Drip from the roof deck above.
Tiny bits of pollen in the air
Caused an itch
Or the occasional twitch,
But brought as well a reminder
Of the coming of spring.
It won’t be long, now.
By Martha L Shaw – ©2-27-14
January 19, 2014
I cannot change
but my circumstances do not
have to change me!
by Martha L Shaw – Copyright 1-19-2014
October 30, 2013
October 30, 2013
When you change
the way you look at things,
the things you look at change.
– Max Planck
July 17, 2013
What’s your favorite part about visiting a new place — the food? The architecture? The people watching?
What a thought-provoking topic! My immediate reaction was, quite likely, not what most would expect. You see, my life, my lifestyle, my home, my finances, my vocation, my faith, and ultimately my heart has changed greatly in the fairly recent past. Change is good. Change is growth. Change can be scary, especially when one no longer fits the mold of familiarity that friends and family have grown accustomed to. Suddenly, this land I’ve been in for so long has become a strange land. Suddenly, I am a stranger to myself . . . or expressed more clearly, I have become my true self. What do I like best? Well, the food . . . I’m eating a mostly vegetarian diet and that’s good. People watching is fun but sometimes frustrating. People expect me to be the easily molded one I allowed myself to be in the past . . . architecture! That might be it! My favorite, that is!
What is architecture? When I think of that word, I envision two things. First, I see a framework from which a structure grows, and secondly I see changes made to change a weak structure into a strong one. Yes! In this strange land, I find the study of architecture the most profoundly interesting. The nucleus of what is Martha Shaw is unchanged yet fear, conformity, and being downright and entirely too sensible has led to so much external remodeling and redecorating that what I was originally meant to be . . . my purpose and the plan for my life which was set in place long before I was born . . . was not visible until fairly recently. The Great Architect is still doing a good work in me and the project is far from finished. It might take an eternity! That’s fine with me!
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July 15, 2013
The last few drops of rain
Falling on my upturned face
Cooled and refreshed me,
Yet still I smiled at the
By Martha L Shaw © 7-15-2013
May 13, 2013
It’s Monday. Life is full of Mondays. I notice the blue shirt you’re wearing and note that it is a great shade of blue. You haven’t said a word to me yet and I cannot read your heart from your facial expression. As you approach me, I smile and wonder what’s up.
Tomorrow, next week, next year, twenty years from now . . . I will not remember the shirt or the fact that it was Monday. I will not even remember exactly what you say to me. What will I remember?
I will remember how you made me feel. That is what will make a lasting impression on me. It will linger . . . stay with me. I won’t dwell on it, but the truth is, it really will lurk in a space inside me for a long time. It might change my day or my life.
Something to consider before we speak to one another. Words have power to take life or to give it. You decide . . .
March 1, 2013
Love this challenge! Getting lost in the details means, to me, an invitation to slow down a bit and appreciate God’s creation at a deeper level than I normally would in this rush and hurry world.
Hope of Spring
Copyright 3-1-2013 – Martha L Shaw
Hope of Spring
Still chilled from the long hard winter,
Fluttered just a bit
At the sight of
A simple, tiny flower
Poking its pretty face
Above the cold ground
By the rocks and trees
In the woods nearby.
I realize the coldness in my heart,
Like the snow,
Has begun to melt.
By Martha L Shaw © 3-1-2013
January 24, 2013
Seems to be – especially lately – that where ever I turn I hear angry voices and see fingers pointed. I hear of daily reports of shootings somewhere in the nation, of new strife somewhere in the world, but also of this happening right in our own homes, schools, shopping malls, and churches. Everyone seems to state a desire for “change” but like a game of “rock, paper, scissors,” it seems everyone wants to win.
When are we going to learn to stop, to listen, to negotiate, to care?
So many amazing things have been accomplished in our world and in our backyards. How? Because someone was not afraid to be the one to stop, to think, to listen, and to begin anew. Someone has to be the pioneer of change. Are we so fearful, so selfish, so blind, and so full of conceit that we’d rather shoot or be shot than admit that this isn’t working? Do we have eyes that see? Do we have ears that hear? Do we have hearts anymore?
Division = Death . . . Unity = New Life . . . Make a Choice!
by Martha L Shaw
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