Constance Ore is a retired Teacher, Choir Director, and Organist. And a formidable cook.

May 18, 2010

Filed under: — Constance at 6:41 pm on Tuesday, May 18, 2010


Sanctuary is a study in landscape beauty with color, calm skies and a smattering of cottonwood seeds floating past. The vivid purple Dame’s Rockets are blooming in all those spaces where the plant determined to stop and spend the season. Since this behavior is so out of the control of human intentions, there are mutterings about naming it a “noxious species”. Fortunately, there are other, more pressing matters for those in charge of such things, so I am optimistic that these wonderful “look at me!” wild flowers are safe for several more springtimes.


Charles is spending several hours each day re-potting his huge collection of orchid plants. He shakes off the old potting bark, snips parts of the roots that have gone astray, rinses and washes the rest, then places it into a mix of fresh bark, sphagnum moss and perlite. The formula is devised to keep moisture and air beautifully balanced around the roots so they in turn will grow and make plans for next fall and winter’s outstanding displays. I have become accustomed to living in a house where flowers are in every room and in this, my spaces rival the finest palaces anywhere.


The last days have been hard, with foods morphing right under my nose from remembered spring delicacies to harsh and inedible things. The last awful part is that one has to eat something or become increasingly weak; so I grimly consume foods no matter what the taste or lack of it, knowing that in a few hours, my digestive system will reward me with stomach cramps and bloating. I feel trapped and sick; We have visited with the medical community and researched on the Internet for ways to deal with lack of appetite, taste changes, etc., and so far, we have not found a satisfactory answer. This is hardest on the spirit since there will not be a lovely change for the better in how life continues in earth time. I will be able to get some more red blood transfusions and it is likely that I will pursue that venue soon for an energy boost, but meanwhile, my prayers have become a mantra of simple words – “Please God, help me”. There was a time in the past when I felt compelled to add instructions, but in these days, I have come to realize that less is more.

6 Comments

Comment by irene Beethe

May 18, 2010 @ 8:23 pm

Dear Connie,

We sometimes think we have to “give God some clues” as to what we need…forgetting He knows! It’s always a tough lesson no matter the circumstance. Romans 8:26ff says it so much better “In the same way, the Spirit helps us in our weakness. We do not know what we ought to pray for, but the Spirit himself intercedes for us with groans that words cannot express. And he who searches our hearts knows the mind of the Spirit, because the Spirit intercedes for the saints in accordance with God’s will.” I pray that you can rest in that assurance, knowing that you are a dearly loved child of God….who hasn’t forgotten you and your struggles. Our prayers continue for you and Charles always.
Love to you both, Irene

Comment by Becky Pfabe

May 19, 2010 @ 9:50 am

I remember watering those orchids when you were on vacation! Bringing them to the bathtub, soaking them, letting them drain, then bringing them back again! I imagine Charles has a more efficient system in place now–years of experience! They are beautiful, and full of life. Love, Becky

Comment by Paula von Kampen

May 19, 2010 @ 6:14 pm

Dear Connie, Irene and Ivan Beethe and I taught together a “few” years ago in Warren, Michigan. (I think it was their first placement after college.) I got to know them and respect them and love them at that time. And now Irene has written words that I will echo from Romans 8. My prayers for you and Charles continue. In God’s love and compassion, Paula

Comment by Charlyne Berens

May 20, 2010 @ 9:08 am

Your prayer reminds me of the words in one of Bach’s motets: Der Geist hilft unser Schwachheit auf — or something like that. My German spelling isn’t so hot. But I remember the translation: the Spirit helps us in our weakness — when we don’t even KNOW what to pray for, God knows what we need.

May He hold you close.
Love,
Charlyne

Comment by Mira Wiegmann

May 20, 2010 @ 12:56 pm

What can I add to the eloquent theological insights that have been already posted except to write that you are in our thoughts and prayers daily. The calla lilies bloom in the garden here in Portland, reminding me of the time that you and Charles presented me with a lovely one from his green house for my March birthday. I picked one and put it in the tall blue glass vase in which it was presented to me as a reminder of so many happy memories that we share.
Love,
Mira

Comment by Peter Glawatz

May 25, 2010 @ 4:15 pm

Ores: Something you may want to try is the aptly-named “Miracle Berry” (Synsepalum dulcificum), or rather the pill form of the berry which contains a protein which, when dissolved on the tongue, has the uncanny ability to cause bitter and sour foods to taste sweet. It does indeed work (e.g. lemon juice (straight) tastes like lemonade, etc.), and its effects last an hour or so.

Perhaps it could make mealtimes less of a chore. Simply Google “Miracle Berries” and you’ll find a number of places from which they can be ordered, if you so desire.

Here’s to feeling the best you possibly can!

My very best, as always,
Peter

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