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photo from flicker, with crop and tint
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photo from flicker, with crop and tint
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Mere Christianity, by C. S. Lewis
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Ten traveling tips for visiting the land of Childhood.
1. Pretending is a way of life.
2. You can dance, sing, laugh, cry, and sleep anywhere and at anytime.
3. You can spit out things that don’t taste good.
4. You can colour outside the lines.
5. You can sit under tables.
6. You can wear any colour and pattern of clothes that you like.
7. You do not need to know how to tell time.
8. Reading is optional.
9. Making up stories is encouraged.
10. Making up words is also good.
*check with the nearest child for more information and tips.
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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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We just walk with God, talk with God and Listen…and we hear His voice.
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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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melissa’s journal, which after it’s visit with me in oregon, will be going back to canada to see louise, before returning home.
:-)
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.
Live Music information . by Nancy Davis
Sean Dietrich's column on life in the American South.
The Beautiful Due
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