Monthly Archives: August 2011



Take six people, six journals, six different addresses, and add some words.  And you have yourself the makings for “Traveling Journals.”

At first i had the expectations that the journals would go from one person, through the mail, to another person and so on.  So far so good.  But then, i expected that each journal would spend about a week with each person.  Time enough to write a poem and be sent along…ahem…to the next person…cough cough choke silence.  Well, that is where the expectation started to be chiseled away and trust took it’s place.

The journals actually do arrive at each house, and then, here’s the catch, they land in the middle of a home, lives, stuff, things going on.  And this is the part i left out of the planning.  Planning only took me so far, and then i ran into waiting… for a year.

Yes, it has been a year since i sent the pages on their way to be covered with words.  Yet, in that waiting were surprises that i didn’t expect or plan for.

There were e-mails, and questions.

And there was five other busy lives,

and yet, there was connection.

Hiding in the waiting was trust, patience, Love, giving and sharing.

Yes… there was…

for a whole wonderful year.

traveling journals


my traveling journal has been traveling for about a year, and now it has returned home again.
the first place that it traveled to was to louise in calgary.  there louise added a poem called “love’s memory.”
after calgary the journal went traveling to saskatchewan to be with melissa, where she wrote for the journal two poems, “lock box” and “all mush” dated august 2010.
after being in canada, the journal returned to the united states to visit with erin in iowa.  erin gave the journal two of her poems, “you everywhere” and “confession” dated february 2011.
then the journal skipped on over to to the east coast to maureen‘s house in virginia, receiving her poem ” a powerful pull.”
the last stop before returning back to oregon was to go and see heather in mississippi.  heather gave the journal a gift of two pieces of writing without titles.
note to the traveling journal owners:
thank so very much for allowing my journal to stay with you all, and for your gifts of words that came back with it.  what a trip!
i also received…

melissa’s journal, which after it’s visit with me in oregon, will be going back to canada to see louise, before returning home.

and erin’s journal, which after hanging out in oregon for awhile, will also be going to see louise and then melissa, before returning to iowa.




The reading continues with “Mere Christianity.”

C. S. Lewis has some things to say about faith.  And in this chapter there is a part where i think that he is right on target.  I agree that most people don’t lose faith because of any kind of honest argument against it where the believer is faced with a sound reason not to believe.  It is a moment of desire when belief in Christianity is inconvenient.  A moment when a mood can take us on a different course, as denial softly says that everything is still okay.  It is like a slow drifting away from the shore while one is sleeping and dreaming aboard a raft.  And so we need to have continual reminding of what we believe.

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phart and phences


First… the “phart.”
Otherwise known as my “photo-art.”  phart #3 (above) is titled – “i’m gonna weave a fence around you.”

Now… about phences:

Did you know that the word “fence” in the 1400’s was the shortening of the word defens (defense), and recorded as “the action of defending.”  In the mid 1500’s it was recorded as “to surround with a fence, defend, screen, protect and sense of enclosure.”  And in the 1590’s “fight with swords.”

Fences are made of just about any kind of material, put up for more reasons that i can count, I sometimes see plants, trees and bushes serve nicely as fences.  And stone walls, which make nice fences, are totally beautiful.

I have always liked picket fences around cottages with a lot of flowers and things growing near, and an arch over the gate that has roses or some other vine growing on it.  Mainly because it just looks pretty.

Our place has a little fenced area where we once kept chickens.  Three of the houses in the neighborhood have fences to keep the dog in the yard.  Two have fencing for the horses.  One had a fence because of donkey’s.  But, now the donkeys are gone.  Another neighbor has a fence, because he used to raise lambs.  And one because of a pool.

I find it fun to see neighbors chatting over a fence.  And i like the old cartoons where the cat sits on the fence at night just yowling away.  And i always liked the song “Don’t fence me in” sung by a barbershop quartet.  These guys on youTube are totally phunny.

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mind and heart


sometimes we treasure things within our heart.
when we think on something, it can easily go to the heart and take hold.
we can sit with something on the heart for many reasons.
yet, perhaps it is best to think on something that is good for our heart to hold onto.
something that will dwell there and make it’s way into our life,
and perhaps into the lives of those around you or me.

from Philippians 4:

Rejoice in the Lord always.  I will say it again: Rejoice!  Let your gentleness be evident to all.  The Lord is near.   Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God.  And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.

Finally, brothers and sisters, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable-if anything is excellent or praiseworthy-think about such things.  Whatever you have learned or received or heard from me, or seen in me-put into practice.  And the God of peace will be with you.

The passage above is part of a letter from Paul to the group of believers in Philippi, while he was probably under house arrest in Rome (A.D. 61).

When i read words like…gentleness, the LORD is near, prayer, petition, rejoice, thanksgiving, present your requests to God… true, noble, right, pure, lovely admirable, excellent, praiseworthy, seen in me, heard from me… well, i think of GOD ( the Father, Jesus the Christ and the Holy Spirit).

I like the ‘idea’ of peace guarding my mind and heart.
And i ‘think’ that GOD gives us the best kind of dreams and ideas; that are sometimes to be treasured in our heart, and sometimes to be used and shared in reality.

What such things are you thinking on?

continued reading



i am given Hope.  in life received and given.  in the dance of relating.  it is Jesus.  Jesus is…where i came from.  Jesus is…holding my hand in the journey.  Jesus is already before me.  Jesus is alive, He exists, He is real.   Jesus “created” real.  He is Life…our Life.
Hope is not a theological virtue.  Hope is not a philosophy of christian doctrine.  Hope does not exist because i talk about it.  Hope is where Jesus is.  Hope is in Jesus.  Hope is from Jesus.
we use the word hope, carelessly, everyday, for our own wishful thinking.
yet, it is not the same Hope that is Jesus.
just as our use of the word love is not the same Love that is Jesus.
continued group-reading of “mere christianity” by c.s.Lewis
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