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I was asked to take someone to the truck repair shop today.  The shop guy said that it has been there since the late 1960″s.  It’s a totally cool place.  So much character.

If i look at that door for very long, i start to see images of things in the blue and black areas.

There has been bottling going on at the winery this week.  Thus, the truck at the repair shop.  Why stuff happens when we truly need the truck…i don’t know.  But, they fixed her up quick and got her back on the road.

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More posts on this book, today, at the blog of Jason Stasyszen


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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.

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from james four

i am off to pick up cj from camp.  a bit of a drive today there and back.

here is a post that i found most wonderful over at Lyla’s place.

“When You’re Not From Around Here”

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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.

For more post links, visit the blog of Sarah Salter.

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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.

one word carnival check it out.

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cares and woes
spill them on the floor
sweep them out
and slam the door

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