Visiting faces
Visiting eyes
Listening ears
Patient minds
Sharing hearts
Pondering
Questions
Decisions
Lightning
Thunder
Rain
Blue sky
And birds
Thirsty fields of corn
Soy beans green
Dirty laundry
Monthly Archives: June 2012
Carbondale
I drove many hours yesterday, from Tulsa to southern Illinois. I decided to pull into Carbondale. That’s where I lived while I got my degree in graphic art. I lived in Neely tower, on seventh heaven. Anyway, it was late, CJ was asleep, and as I drove into town it was sad at first. The place has changed a lot since 1975. I think I kept the place in a time bubble in my head. It reinforced the idea that it’s good to have memories, as well, dreams, but our life is best lived in the present.
We are aiming in the general direction of Zionsville, Indiana today. The hot weather in the 100’s has been following us since Wyoming. Back home in Newberg it has been in the 60’s and now in the 70’s.
I’m way behind on what’s going on in the world at large, but I’m pretty up on highways, exits, and the change of landscape across America.
Love
Day… what day is this?
Day 6
Going with the flow. Not too much traffic on I-80 in Nebraska. Headed to see a friend of Casey’s near Tulsa. Ok…okay. The flat open apace makes me feel a lonesome heartache. I don’t know why, it feels like I’m in love with something untouchable. The waves of golden wheat against a blue sky…schew. Love nance
Day 3
We are at applebees in larmie Wyoming, and they have wifi. Headed to Cheyenne and then we will take a detour north to see my sister. She lives near lingle, which is a three hour drive from Cheyenne. She has no computer service right now, so I will be off line for a couple of days. It,s supposed to be 105 degrees there tomthoughts going across Wyoming has been big blue sky and a lot of angus and some horses. The angus were cute because there were a lot of small calfs. I can write a book on the rest stops of the northwest. I am getting better at pumping my own gasoline. To busy driving to get any photos. I am gonna give cj a go at driving on her permit whe we get off the highway. Hopefully we will stay out of the ditch.
Day 2
Sage brush
Through Idaho
Sage brush
Through Utah
Sage brush
With purple
And yellow flowers
Rose cliffs
Before a golden sunset
Stop
For the night
Stop
Barely into Wyoming
Stop
driving
Stop
Day 1
I have lived in Oregon since the late seventies and I remember the first time I saw the Columbia gorge. I had never seen anything like it. Today was beautiful, the wide blue green river had some choppy white waves, the douglas fir trees had the company of other trees with their green leaves. High cliffs on the Oregon side faced off with the cliffs on the Washington side. As we headed east the cliffs turned into hills and the trees became smaller and less dense. There was a time of flatness which was an illusion as we were continually climbing since we left Portland. After Pendleton Oregon there was a very steep climb with a grand view point. We have stopped for the night in Baker City, Oregon. Not too bad for the fist day. Today reminded me just how beautiful some of the saved areas are in this state. Tomorrow we will be headed for Idaho and a new time zone. No longer pacific, but mountain time.
just about
go with the flow

seeds

coming and going
places

june
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you may think that the new year, in january, is the time that most changes take place. but, it’s not the truth. even with all the talk before hand about resolutions and promises, all the hoopla, all the noise. in the end, it is really very little more than talk. the time of year when things really change is now. june. some people leave on vacations, and others graduate from some kind of schooling, or both. these are events that grab a person out of their more usual tasks and goals and throw them into new ones. it is a time to explore new options and challenges. it also causes other people in those lives to make adjustments. statistically speaking, june is the most popular month for weddings in the united states. there are so many things happing in june with a great amount of an unrecognized undercurrent of gusto that don’t happen the other eleven months of the year. maybe because it’s not a national holiday it is allowed to be personal, to remain our own. our very own real-life changes. and so they might go more unnoticed. but, isn’t that the way we want it? it’s the june waves of change…for good or for bad, they belong to us and to those who know us. . . .15
wiman . three
PORTION THREE
. . The only way? Into my words, as into the things around me, seeps the silence that defeats them. Better to say that contingency is the only way toward knowledge of God, and contingency, for Christians, is the essence of incarnation. And incarnation, as well as the possibilities for salvation within it, precedes Christ’s presence in history: Into the instant’s bliss never came one soul Whose soul was not possessed by Christ, Even in the eons Christ was not.And still: some who cry the name of Christ Live more remote from love Than some who cry to a void they cannot name.—after Dante . ♦♦♦ . I wouldn’t want any of this to seem like I’m blaming M. for her suffering, or that I’m in any way refusing to acknowledge the full impact of it. (Christ is contingency? An absurd, even callous thing for me to have said to her at that moment. It was true, but the time and the context made it, in any ordinary human sense, false.) There is a sense in which love’s truth is proved by its end, by what it becomes in us, and what we, by virtue of love, become. But love, like faith, occurs in the innermost recesses of a person’s spirit, and we can see only inward in this regard, and not very clearly when it comes to that. And then, too, there can be great inner growth and strength in what seems, from the outside, like pure agony or destruction. In the tenderest spots of human experience, nothing is more offensive than intellectualized understanding. “Pain comes from the darkness / And we call it wisdom,” writes Randall Jarrell. “It is pain.” . ♦♦♦ . Sorrow is so woven through us, so much a part of our souls, or at least any understanding of our souls that we are able to attain, that every experience is dyed with its color. This is why, even in moments of joy, part of that joy is the seams of ore that are our sorrow. They burn darkly and beautifully in the midst of joy, and they make joy the complete experience that it is. But they still burn. . continue reading… the rest of the story. . . .