tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-108855012024-03-13T06:48:50.338-05:00The BeehivePleasant words are as an honeycomb, sweet to the soul, and health to the bones.Lynn Brucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13993480021529143159noreply@blogger.comBlogger686125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10885501.post-18773417567382423912016-01-10T21:08:00.001-06:002016-01-10T21:08:34.089-06:00What do you watch when you're under the weather?
I asked, and lots of folks responded!
My friends tend to be fairly decent types, but please check movie review sites if you want viewer discretion information.
YMMV, as always. Enjoy!
27 Dresses
A Beautiful Mind
Age of Adeline
Andy Griffith Show (TV)
Anne of Green Gables
Aristocats
Babetteās Feast
Ballykissangel (TV)
Beauty and the Beast
Big
BraveheartLynn Brucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13993480021529143159noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10885501.post-42030618892456932015-12-31T15:52:00.000-06:002015-12-31T15:52:18.719-06:00Oh, hello.And Happy New Year!
Could I perhaps cajole you into leaving a comment if you see this post? I'm rather astonished to learn that this blog is still perused on a daily basis, as it has been dormant for five years now. It would be fun to know who you are and to hear from you!
Who knows what might happen in 2016?Lynn Brucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13993480021529143159noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10885501.post-2346490246779269942010-11-30T01:11:00.000-06:002010-11-30T01:11:31.506-06:00a feather on the breath of GodThis morning, as I went about my pre-breakfast ritual of swirling green tea leaves in a quart jar full of hot-but-not-quite-boiling water, a line of an ancient lyric seemed to rise out of the steam and into my drowsy thoughts. I do not know why, nor do I ever hope to understand how my auditory memory goes about selecting its Lynn Brucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13993480021529143159noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10885501.post-77095853185731268642010-11-03T14:15:00.000-05:002010-11-03T14:15:19.055-05:00Wordless Wednesday, Texas edition!Lynn Brucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13993480021529143159noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10885501.post-53946259717417545482010-11-01T22:52:00.000-05:002010-11-01T22:52:34.985-05:00NaNoWriMo and the written doe boundingIt's November 1st, which means for the next thirty-one days, ordinary people all over tarnation will be tapping and scribbling like mad for NaNoWriMo, the annual, wildly popular project for the umpteen thousand people out there whose life dream is to write a whole novel in one month.
Are you even remotely tempted? Me? Umm, maybe next year.
In honor of allLynn Brucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13993480021529143159noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10885501.post-7998011186078654702010-10-31T22:27:00.001-05:002010-11-01T09:41:30.885-05:00Texas-sized RespectI have two things to say about this:
1) Every once in a while, the right thing happens. And that makes me happy.
2) For as long as the Lord lends me breath, I hope he lets me live among Texans. That makes me happy, too.
It also makes me really happy that my son and my husband were there to see it!Lynn Brucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13993480021529143159noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10885501.post-17230619851283415332010-10-26T00:01:00.001-05:002010-10-26T00:01:01.546-05:00Tuesdays with Charlotte"If a human being were a machine, education could do no more for him than to set him in action in prescribed ways, and the work of the educator would be simply to adopt a good working system or set of systems. But the educator has to deal with a self-acting, self-developing being, and his business is to guide, and assist in, the production of the latent good in that being, the dissipation of the Lynn Brucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13993480021529143159noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10885501.post-35418142198697353422010-10-17T21:58:00.001-05:002010-10-17T23:30:42.284-05:00because you tread on my dreamsI love it when I make sense, but the older I get the more exhilarated I feel when other people make sense. It's reassuring, you know?
For example, I could get a little giddy over this Sir Ken Robinson fellow insisting to a huge audience of movers and shakers at TED that education "is not linear, it's organic," and, "a three-year-oldLynn Brucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13993480021529143159noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10885501.post-57312119344945979362010-09-25T22:13:00.000-05:002010-09-25T22:13:11.388-05:00the board of education - september editionIt's fall already. And just look, there's our kitchen white board over in the corner still wearing the faded quotes of summer. So once again, before I wickedly erase the treasured collection of wit and wisdom collected thereon, I shall document all of it here. I will even toss in, for free, a few bonus quotes from the banterLynn Brucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13993480021529143159noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10885501.post-64975121104481091682010-09-23T17:05:00.000-05:002010-09-23T17:05:42.874-05:00...and many more!
Singing Happy Birthday today to my very beautiful mother, our Sugar Cookie-- the name Justin gave her as soon as he could speak. She's the spirit of a giant incongruously contained in a petite package of heart, soul, beauty, brains, backbone, zeal, and spunk. She sings in my head and my heart and in all my dreams Lynn Brucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13993480021529143159noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10885501.post-81518038270586852152010-09-21T01:12:00.000-05:002010-09-21T01:12:54.241-05:00wake up and smell the chai latteMy stars, what a long nap that turned out to be. Would seem the dear hive is in need of a good dusting and airing.
Is anybody still here?Lynn Brucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13993480021529143159noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10885501.post-75736036217801929952010-04-11T22:46:00.000-05:002010-04-11T22:46:09.117-05:00oh, right.Me, to the waitress at IHOP:
"Is the coffee in this carafe decaf? Because it says decaf."
Waitress (referring to a previous waitress):
"Did she pour it? Because if she didn't pour it, it isn't decaf."
Now why didn't I think of that?Lynn Brucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13993480021529143159noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10885501.post-7360494356412183442010-04-09T00:00:00.001-05:002010-04-09T00:07:25.971-05:00the board of educationI have long since forgotten the lofty academic purposes for which I originally purchased the large whiteboard easel that has commandeered the corner of our kitchen for the past fifteen years, because, for starters, here in my world-- amidst the domestic cacophony of Bach Inventions battling with ballgames for airspace, amidst the clamor of narrations and Lynn Brucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13993480021529143159noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10885501.post-21079683133529627622010-04-04T21:41:00.001-05:002010-04-04T21:43:15.446-05:00practice resurrection
In celebration of the Resurrection, it seems a fitting day to gently nudge The Beehive awake again from its long winter hibernation (which was also fitting, but that's a different post). And since it's now April, glorious April, which is National Poetry Month, it seems fitting to do so with a poem.
(As if we needed an excuse for that.)
(Poetry, I mean.)
This Lynn Brucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13993480021529143159noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10885501.post-1568452116370319042010-01-03T20:43:00.002-06:002010-01-03T20:48:50.044-06:00Clod-bustin' with HoseaSow to yourselves in righteousness,
reap in mercy;
break up your fallow ground:
for it is time to seek the LORD,
till He come and rain righteousness upon you.
Hosea 10:12
Now, there's a January verse if there ever was one. Sitting here in front of a crackling fire this evening, I worked for a while on narrating this passage back to myself in my own words, phrase by phrase, Lynn Brucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13993480021529143159noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10885501.post-46919927092425470202010-01-01T17:19:00.007-06:002010-01-02T21:17:40.743-06:00waltzing in the closet of redemptionOh, how I adore January. She always dances in passing out double shots of hope and energy on the house, and out in her sparkly silver truck she has a load of blank canvasses and magic paintbrushes for anyone who's interested. She'll even send you some buns of steel by summer if you sign up now and make timely payments. I know, Lynn Brucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13993480021529143159noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10885501.post-21443420028283825272009-12-23T12:17:00.001-06:002009-12-23T12:19:18.090-06:00Look, Ma! We're famous! For... uhh, ham?Well, folks, we Bruce ladies finally made the big time! Yes, indeed, That Is Us featured in the lead article of the GuideLive section of the Dallas Morning News today. Yes, yes, that photo of us there on page 6E is, in fact, A Photo Of Us. In the Dallas Morning News. And everything.
photo by John F. Rhodes/DMN
Oh my, yes, we are Mighty ImpressedLynn Brucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13993480021529143159noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10885501.post-47312743047190477762009-12-10T16:53:00.001-06:002009-12-10T16:54:17.071-06:00Today ismy birthday!
Lynn Brucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13993480021529143159noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10885501.post-73115506549296434932009-11-24T21:56:00.002-06:002009-11-25T00:57:02.554-06:00A poem for November
Pumpkins
Curling vines pearl the earth;
the ancient tribe convenes
in twirly riot
of orange rotundity.
Their solar girth belies
their fragile origins--
light-gilded bees and
gossamer blossoms.
Waxed mirthsome now, they flirt
with anthropology,
bending the narrow rows
of nomenclature.
And He who broods fireballs
to prophesy frost
now calls them from fields
for our festival Lynn Brucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13993480021529143159noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10885501.post-48173618193022568622009-11-22T00:28:00.000-06:002009-11-22T00:28:27.039-06:00Thanksgiving!Mercy me, it's in less than a week!
In the preceding post about Bunyan's pilgrim poem, I mentioned that at our family's Thanksgiving feast we all take turns reading a little something. This is one of our favorite family traditions. We take our time; each person eventually finds their own moment during natural lulls in conversation to read the little scroll tucked next to their plate. Nothing Lynn Brucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13993480021529143159noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10885501.post-87827173921755565392009-11-20T01:31:00.001-06:002009-11-20T01:36:57.373-06:00A Poem That Gets Around(Which is kind of a funny sort of double entendre, since it's about a pilgrim. On a pilgrimage. "Gets around"-- get it? Oh well, never mind.)
Let's see if I can pack John Bunyan, Ralph Vaughan Williams, and Maddy Prior and the Carnival Band (oh, and how about some hobgoblins and foul fiends!) all into one post. Ready?
I shall let Brother Bunyan go first, which is the only proper thing to doLynn Brucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13993480021529143159noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10885501.post-23946633490884017292009-11-18T22:24:00.000-06:002009-11-18T22:24:20.471-06:00Q&A with Spuddy BuddySpuddy: "So, didn't you say Aunt Linda is really your cousin?"
Me: "Yes. First cousin, once removed."
::long pause::
Spuddy: "So how, exactly, do you remove a cousin?"Lynn Brucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13993480021529143159noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10885501.post-73865293161770080552009-11-18T20:35:00.000-06:002009-11-18T20:35:19.013-06:00partying poets, take a bow!The Beehive Poetry Ceilidh was quite festive! A big thank you to all of you who stepped up on the Beehive stage and shared a few verses. I feel quite well-regaled, don't you all?
More than half the poems posted for the Ceilidh were original works! Love it! I had hoped we'd get an original or two, but half? Really? You people are fantastic. And all your poems are, too.
And never fear, Lynn Brucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13993480021529143159noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10885501.post-4712561269964883672009-11-07T16:14:00.002-06:002009-11-07T16:21:14.482-06:00Beehive Poetry Ceilidh ILet the festival begin! The more the merrier!
Here's what to do: simply post a poem on your blog. It can be original or a favorite by another poet. Then come back to The Beehive and give Mr. Linky, below, the link to your poem post on your blog (not the link to your main blog page).
If you prefer, you may share your poem in the comments to this post.
Funnity fun!
ps. For those of you Lynn Brucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13993480021529143159noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10885501.post-435593632198201592009-11-05T18:31:00.000-06:002009-11-05T18:31:59.412-06:00If you give a muse a waffle...Einstein has now left the building. He was a fun guest for a fortnight, was he not? But my brain, which is by no means the same variety of cauliflower as Albert's, has a fickle appetite.
Which brings us to waffles. No, really, it does. Anyone knows that good waffles have the power to reform Lynn Brucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13993480021529143159noreply@blogger.com1