so it goes
i do not know
what i shall look upon
tomorrow
may not come
today
is here in moments
my plans
become undone
oh, Love
be with me
in the time
that you create
and let me not use it
for anger, greed or hate
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In my recent travels i picked up a few small jars of peach butter while
in central Indiana to bring home. Today i baked pie crust on a cookie
sheet just so i could have a warm piece lathered with the peach butter.
I found a recipe for preparing and canning and thinking of trying it.
Peach butter recipe via pititchef.
Peter used to do a lot of canning of tomatoes and apple-pear sauce.
And i have never done any canning of my own. I would also like to
freeze some blueberries this year to use in baking and pancakes.
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photo – via me
the earth
turning
i see the light
time
being created
i am in it
as it is
new
not a number
not a day named
but a gift
of time
and of life
.
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photo via flickr
Peter and i went into Newberg yesterday evening to see the Patrick Lamb concert. It’s part of the free summer concert series for the area called “Tunes on Tuesday“, and this was the first one of the season. The music was a combination of funk, soul, r&b and jazz. The band sounded great.
There were several booths of food and local merchants.. We had pizza that was being cooked in a small wood oven on wheels…fresh and hot, just like the weather. It’s a treat to hear a good band in a setting like this. This concert was sponsored by Waste Management of Oregon. Next Tuesday is suppose to be Jack Quinby, playing big band swing, sponsored by Visiting Angels.
my words or actions toward someone are words or actions to Jesus, to God. this thought came to me clearly today while i was driving to the market to buy some vegetables. and i think that it is time for me to seriously consider this thought of words and actions. there is “something that goes on” in “relating” with other people that i don’t know about, but, i have a glimmer of an idea of what it is.
Today i want to point you to a very good poem that has been posted by my friend, Glynn Young. I would be very pleased if you would click on over and read it. This poem is from a series that Glynn has been writing with the theme of growing-up in the South. I had asked him if he would write some poems from this time, and he has not only been kind enough to do it, he has also written them wonderfully. It is already a lovely collection of poems and i hope that there are more to come.
For awhile now, i have felt a need to make a list of things that i would like to work on.
Just to anchor them in one place.
And then choose something…one thing.
And do it.
indiana
illinois
iowa
nebraska
corn
soy beans
highways
paper maps
with lines
and creases
going the wrong way
there is no folding
no holding on
no one
truly belongs
on this chartered land
ripe with souls
going their own way
Heading west
With peach butter
To slather onto
Biscuits
Warm from
The oven
And your
Love
Prayers
Warming
My heart
Beating with
The rhythm
Of the Midwest
Roads
I think of you
Where you are
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
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
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
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.
Live Music information . by Nancy Davis
Daily short takes from an Appalachian hollow
A LITTLE SOMETHIN' 