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17. Meanderings at Apple Hill
The birds have flown, the kitty is skittish, and the lazy days of summer are almost gone. Work on the cottage will continue, I know, but probably not with the same freedom of coming here each weekend,...
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63. Apple Blossoms, Lilacs, and Birdsong
This is part 3 of several posts discussing Richard Foster’s chapter on Simplicity in Celebration of Discipline. Ahhh, spring! The flowers, the colors, the smells, the birds, the sun… It’s just good for...
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For my friend
My friend Nancy died last night after a long fight with cancer. This is for you, Nance. A blue jay came to sit on my window sill as my friend was dying. I thought Do birds take our spirits to heaven?...
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106. These days…
“The purpose of art is washing the daily dust of life off our souls.” — Pablo Picasso The last few weeks there has been a lot of daily dust on my soul. On my body too, as we sweep the city house clean...
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17. Meanderings at Apple Hill
The birds have flown, the kitty is skittish, and the lazy days of summer are almost gone. Work on the cottage will continue, I know, but probably not with the same freedom of coming here each weekend,...
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63. Apple Blossoms, Lilacs, and Birdsong
This is part 3 of several posts discussing Richard Foster’s chapter on Simplicity in Celebration of Discipline. Ahhh, spring! The flowers, the colors, the smells, the birds, the sun… It’s just good for...
View ArticleOf bird nests and rainbows
Spring walking on a Sunday evening Over the new mown trails Through the raspberry canes. The lightning and thunder have paused and The evening sun glows through the rain spattered sky Spring green...
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