in japanese "utsukushii" 美しい means beautiful and lends itself to the written word. beauty moves me in the tears of a friend, fills me in the color of the sky, and delights me in the laughter of my mother and the questions of children. i long to see and to be 美しい and hope this seeing and being delight my God.
Monday, January 25
lectionary lovers
Tuesday, January 12
heirlooms
one year she gave me a crystal dish and another year an antique watch. one Christmas she wrapped this necklace in holly paper for me. i treasure this particular heirloom not only due to its obvious beauty, but because it belonged to her. and even more-so because this little piece carries a story and a bit of my own history.
in the mid-1930's, a particular gentlemen sold dresses door to door in "ark city", kansas. one day he appeared at eunice's door. the convincing salesman not only sold her a dress, but sold her on a date as well.
not too much later when jim proposed to eunice, he gave her this diamond necklace in lieu of an engagement ring.
in the late-1990's, eunice gave it to me, her then unmarried granddaughter. it was a token of hope for me that one day a man might propose to me. and as the wait stretched on, i would wear this necklace...daring to hope.
though he didn't sell me a dress at the door, a certain man did indeed sell me on a second date and then a third. when he knew i was sure of his love, on bended knee he gave me a diamond that he had chosen for me. one more beautiful than i ever would have chosen.
more than one year later, this sparkling gem on my finger still catches my eye, and i revel in the chapters recently added to my own story.
Thursday, December 31
looking back
I grew most in…walking with my husband. Being so independent for so long, I am unlearning some of that and learning a new pace of walking beside another.
Another way I saw myself growing was...moving away from the comfortable role of "Beth the teacher" into the less familiar "Beth the woman".
One of my best adventures was…backpacking in the Colorado wild with Scott.
I saw/knew God was doing something when…Scott and I made the decision for me to only work part-time, and then my sister's family unexpectedly moved to Colorado.
A real gift from God was…those who cried with us and loved us well.
Something I really enjoyed doing more of was...going to the farmers' market every week this summer and snowshoeing this winter (Thanks Joanne!)
One of the happiest memories of 2009 I’d like to freeze in my mind…being present for the birth of our godson. To see a little life emerge into the world seems like a "thin place" where the Giver of Life is so obviously present.
(N.T. Wright talks about the Celtic tradition what is called the "thin places". The "thin places" hold a vision of reality that has at least two layers: the visible world of our ordinary experience and the sacred world. In the thin places the boundary between those two dimensions becomes permeable. Sometimes it becomes so thin or lifts entirely that we can see and hear the sacred life to which we are called. Jesus was a thin place. He wasn't the thing itself but a place through which we could see that other reality, what he called the kingdom.)
I was really brave when…I overcame some of my fear of driving on the ice.
Something I’ve grieved about this year was…the unexpected departure of a gift we were given for a much shorter time than expected.
I’m still trying to learn what God wants to teach me through this hard experience…waiting again.
The best word of advice or encouragement I can remember is… a phrase that has long seemed cliche and trite to me, but when I began to take the words "Let go and let God" to heart, I have found them quite true.
One thing I’m looking forward to in 2010 is…becoming more alive as the woman God created me to be and having new adventures with my husband.
Wednesday, December 23
adventing
someone read luke 1:26-29.
another song,
“our soul is waiting for God. our hearts find joy in the Lord”
someone else read verses 30-34 about mary.
hope,
then love,
joy and peace.
children are anticipating christmas morning with so much hope and expectation.
and i too am waiting for the Lord,
for His answers to my prayers.
for His kingdom to come,
for His will to be done,
“wait for the Lord, whose day is near. wait for the Lord: keep watch, take heart.”
eagerly, hopeful, and expecting great things.
Saturday, November 21
one year in
Thursday, October 29
two new books
Monday, October 12
pixar's "Up"
Thursday, October 8
the country of marriage
and in that opening a house,
an orchard and garden,
comfortable shades, and flowers
red and yellow in the sun, a pattern
made in the light for the light to return to.
and garden in the light,
but the forest is equally part of the beauty of this country.
Saturday, August 22
tears come in the quiet
quiet, hush.
the magical stillness of a starry night,
the silent awe of sacred ceremony,
the look between lover and beloved
pushes down the words and invites wonder.
but no, not that quiet,
not that hush.
a break from the bustle that characterized
her days. forced rest. long hours of quiet.
she anticipated cries, but not hers.
arms intended to comfort now empty.
the hush of
quiet sadness.
days peppered with friends,
but quiet sadness served as the main course.
surrounded by quiet she heard things before
muffled if they sounded at all.
hush, listen.
the breeze brushes the sheers
as the wind brings them to life. footsteps
crunch the gravel under the mailbox,
and the post lid creaks before its filling.
hush, there's more
to hear.
pattering rain suddenly shifts
to pounding hail just for a moment.
distant thunder rolls and the
leaves shiver in anticipation.
listen.
her chatter belies the undercurrent
of pain. in the quiet when she
cannot speak, the lost creek
emerges fuller than she knew.
quiet yourself.
in this clearing, don't rush ahead.
all space needs not filling.
for tears come in the quiet,
and there is beauty here.
hush.
Monday, May 25
fleeting

but to hear of and to experience sakura,
or perhaps anything, are worlds apart.
the japanese eagerly track the blooms
from the early deep colored petals of the southern islands
to the later pale approaching the mainland.
certain trees hold local fame and charm
elderly limbs supported with crutches
carry the weight of streaming pink flush.
parties and picnics, called hanami,
two words enmeshed - "flower" and "to see"
young and old sit under the showering petals.
from barren winter pink life seems to
suddenly appear on the naked trees
clothing them in pregnant fullness.
within a fortnight as quickly as they came,
the trees can hold this new life no more
and petals are shed to line the streets.
green shade leaves take their place
a new season is promised,
but the days remain chilly a bit longer.
like nothing else i know, sakura speaks
of all things fleeting and gone almost as
quickly as they come - spring, beauty, a life.
flourishing like a flower of the field
the wind blows over it and it is gone,
its place remembers it no more.
but from everlasting to
everlasting the LORD's love is
with those who fear Him.
Saturday, April 25
being sick
being sick levels the playing field.on monday i came down with a no-name virus. it doesn't carry quite the sympathy of strep or the flu, but it kept me on the couch for a week and my throat still hurts. each morning i woke early to write lesson plans only to discover that i was supremely exhausted, and had to rest again. and that was how each day went, teaching the accomplisher within to settle down and chill.
a reminder that said, "no, you can't do this on your own. you can't get everything done. and yes, let people help you." so went the week, with colleagues helping in numerous ways at work in my absence, and scott tenderly helping me at home.
its hard to be sick, to face a truth that is easier to ignore when we are well. that is that we are limited creatures greatly in need of help.
by thursday i had improved enough to read, so i embarked on lewis' the last battle. i never realized that it won the carnegie award, the highest honor for british children's literature. i hadn't read it since
childhood myself, but quickly became caught up in lewis' story of the world's end and the fight of the remaining faithful to Who they knew to be true while so many others were tricked or deceived. revelation come alive.though king tirian and his unicorn, jewel, weren't sick, they found themselves in great need and cried out to the God he'd never seen and yet believed for help.
and help came.
and hope came.
Sunday, March 29
the maytrees and me
his choice? redemption ark by alastair reynolds. it is classified as a "hard science fiction space opera novel".
despite various conversations about the book as he is reading it, i still can't quite grasp this genre. is it really possible that those 5 adjectives really describe a type of novel? space opera. those two together raise the most questions. needless to say, marriage continues to open my eyes to many wonders that i previously failed to know even existed. my husband enjoys his read, as he encounters various characters not just of the human persuasion with each new chapter. new words escape his lips for which i require definitions. i learn that a "conjoiner" is a human with technology giving them extraordinary possibilities. (my only term of reference? x-men.) the story also touches on political commentary and a few main characters that have become prominent and caught my husaband's interest. i see the science fiction, and yes the location is space, but where exactly is the opera?

my book of choice? the maytrees by annie dillard. what satisfaction to completely read a book within a week's time. what a delight to spend my time reading something written so well that i am caught up into not only the plot, but the beauty of words, attentiveness to the stars and sea, and the internal worlds of the characters. this story spanning a lifetime reads like poetry. the book initially caught my eye because it was about a marriage; it opens in post-WWII Cape Cod with a couple falling in love and soon marrying then living amidst their artistic friends.
so i bought it, not wanting to know anymore, and saved it for our trip. i happily lingered over the first chapters and halfway through found myself devastated. but hope came, as it often does. the poet-husband toby, referred to as maytree, continually pondered the question of what love is. beauty permeated his wife lou. both maytree and lou came into a more profound understanding of themselves alone and in relationship to each other with the passage of time, need and grace. perhaps a bit like love itself, the maytrees drew me in with its beauty, surprised me with its pain, and challenged me at its depth.
knowing i wanted to finish the book before we returned home, my own loving husband put his book down and read to me the last chapter of mine. and better still than any novel (best science fiction novel of the year or even pullitzer-prize novelist) is the the real-time poetic love my husband offers me.
Saturday, February 28
lent bothers me
on wednesday we wore ashes
a black cross of dust
that i kept smudging
bothered my eyes.
standing and kneeling
in an unfamiliar place
being reminded of my death
bothered me too.
no morning edition
no all things considered
distracted prayer
the silence bothered me.
talk of loneliness
purpose still unknown
lacking usual comforts
lent bothers me.
bothersome discomfort
pain and patterns revealed
holes become apparent
Jesus come and fill me.
lent bothers me,
and
this lent is good.
Sunday, February 15
two moons
the image lingers in my mind.
the setting? mars
the book? martian chronicles by ray bradbury
yes...it is science-fiction.
no...i never would have read it on my own, but it was in the bathroom, and i have trouble resisting pages of print.
now we are reading it together.
"scott- does mars really have two moons?" i ask, knowing that despite the fact that i am teaching astronomy and he isn't, my science minded husband will know the answer.
"yes," he replies and then adds, "phobos and....deimos, which mean fear and dread."
this is marriage...the marriage of two minds, two people. completely different histories and interests, but the two met and enjoyed the gifts the other brought to the table.
pride and prejudice meets martian chronicles. instead of two lovers set in the victorian england, i (the reader) find myself amidst various astronauts venturing into the planet mars where the martians are highly unimipressed and uniterested in the proud men from a much less sophisticated planet called earth.
the similarities are greater than i ever suspected.
so now the histories become entangled, the interests merge. a love of reading takes a new wife into her virgin voyage of sci-fi where she finds not only a story, but sees her husband in greater dimensions.
i'll keep reading.
Saturday, January 24
sweet evening
day's work complete
a meal made and shared
dinner dishes drying
time is ripe for picking
hands pass across the face
the moments wait for none
companion for life
so near we share this sacred space
yet at uneven pace
she eyes closing dreams begin
he wide awake, mind at work
but as dark falls toward sleep he goes
then she rises, woken within
soberly missing time with him
january evening
full of promise and light
for a moment the pause seems long
dusk's sun lingering
then into dark soon vanishing
Wednesday, December 31
on this last day of 2008

REFLECTIONS:
In 2008
I grew most in…letting go of fear (though its mostly just the roots growing underground in this growth department, but growth none the less.)
Another way I saw myself growing was…seeing the futility of an ulitmatum.
One of my best adventures was…falling in love.
I saw/knew God was doing something when…the fear fell away and in the words of Sara Groves "something changed".
A real gift from God was…(is) the companionship of life together with Scott in marriage.
Something I really enjoyed doing more of was…kissing. ;)
One of the happiest memories of 2008 I’d like to freeze in my mind…so many to choose from! But I would have to say, (1) one of the happiest was walking into church on April 20th, and seeing Scott worship the Lord with all of his being. In that moment I knew that I desired to spend my life beside this man and no other.
(2) Walking down the aisle and back and seeing so many incredible people who have loved me throughout my life and who blessed Scott and I by coming to our wedding.
I was really brave when…???
Something I’ve grieved about this year was…the deep wounds my friend is bravely and honestly facing while holding on to hope.
I’m still trying to learn what God wants to teach me through this hard experience…attempting to make a difference in the life of a student severely below grade level.
The best word of advice or encouragement I can remember is…from a wise woman at my shower who has been married for 25+ years. She said, "When your husband says something that can be interpreted two ways, choose to interpret it the better way."
One thing I’m looking forward to in 2009 is…learning what it means to be a fun wife, hiking more often, and hopefully snowshoeing!
Monday, December 1
betting the farm
just over 2 weeks ago, scott and i vowed our lives to each other for better, for worse, in sickness and in health, for richer, for poorer, till we are parted by death. weighty promises, as they should be. the wedding deserves its own post, but i can't seem to capture it in this space. it is set apart as a day when we found ourselves surrounded by all of these amazing people we call our friends, family and community, who came to stand with us as we made these vows, to witness our ceremony and to celebrate with us afterwards. pictures and words can only offer glimpses into the love, hope and blessing that i felt covered and surrounded by.
almost a year ago, i was still deeply weighing this decision to enter into a deeper relationship with scott. as i sought the wisdom of many friends, counselors and authors, one image took up residence in my mind. the author described marriage akin to "betting the farm", meaning that two people making such promises is a huge, risky jump into the unknown. further they went on to suggest that when making vows like those written above, no one can really know what they are promising to. the future remains uncertain. like betting the farm (one's entire life), the expansiveness of the endeavor can't be underestimated, however the people doing the betting had better have a pretty good idea that they are betting on something solid.
it was this idea that helped me realize that if i did want to enter into the realm of marriage, i too would have to take that jump. a few months later, God freed me from the fears holding me back and opened my eyes to see that indeed scott was the man with whom i wanted to "bet the farm". so bet we did, trusting that as we have jumped into the unknown, God will carry us.
Friday, October 10
showered!
two sunday afternoons ago, a few astounding women whom i consider it a gift to count among my friends showered me lavishly with beauty, delicious food, gifts, and time with so many people i love to celebrate my upcoming marriage to scott.
(below: jeanette, wendy, kira & heather)family and friends surrounded me with their presence, laughter and conversation. my friend laura from church opened up her picturesque downtown victorian home to host the party, and the four hostesses thought of every detail.
the table was laden with gorgeous roses, savory bites of bruschetta, olives, various cheeses and crackers. and then i had to get a second plate to hold dessert! and the roses stole the show.
like the day, the weather gave its best warm fall showing with a clear blue colorado sky--truly idyllic.
for the sweet tooth, there were scones and cream, a mouth-watering italian lemon cake, tiered cupcakes and strawberries, and oh so much more. (above: lisa, laura & brooks)
weddings bring not only two people, but two families together. here i am with my mom and my mom-to-be, scott's mom, nancy ott.
its so funny how at certain events or times in your life the rules change. at what other moment in your life do your friends throw you a party just to give you cute underwear? similarly, at a shower it is considered completely normal for friends and family to help you set up your home and kitchen for you! such moments are short lived, so i will relish in them.
sign reads: "Hope you have a good life with Scott.- Love, Abby"
(me too)
Wednesday, August 6
welcome to seattle
spice girls reunion- part 2. sarah caz welcomed holly & i to her cute westlake seattle abode. we enjoyed playing in the park and then a tasty lunch at her local diner on lake union. as mars hill student body prez and student, she keeps busy, but made time for us!
scott and i had a phenomenol time! being engaged made it sparkle, no doubt, but the time with old friends for me, and new for him was rich for us both. kristy & todd made us feel right at home even with a 6 week old new to their world. Friday, July 25
Engaged!
Not wanting the mystery to end, Scott would not tell Beth where they were going to dinner until it became quite obvious that they were headed straight for the Broadmoor!
They arrived at 7pm and everything was covered in evening sunlight. Hanging baskets and daylilies offered their blooms, swans glided across the lake and Scott ushered Beth through the gorgeous grounds to the South Tower where we headed up to the Penrose Room. The "Ott Party" was seated at a corner table by a wall of windows with a view of the lake and the mountains at sunset.








