Well to sum up the last camping experience before I detail the first camping experience: We met a family who thought camping was a "scream" literally - details to follow - in silence. I was part of a two man crew and a group of concerned campers - Doug rowed and I "spotted" trying to locate a gentleman whose flat bottomed lug overturned just before dark - we did find him in a hypothermic state and were able to get him to medical attention, Doug rowed and I "spotted" the shore where the RCMP and an ambulance waited. It rained after a day and a half of more clouds than sun, then it rained with no sun and only clouds then it rained for 15 hours straight - a pounding rain I might add, I am not complaining but you see, our dog does not like rain, because when it rains there is Lightning and then Thunder and well the story gets messy after that (even with out the L word or the T word - did I say it rained yet and then every one left and we had peace and increasing sunshine for 1/2 a day then we too had to leave.. back to our other lives... more to follow in volume two
Posted by DWadeE at 11:59 PM
Saturday, September 12, 2009
Thursday, August 20, 2009
So, it has been a while, we, Terri and I have been very busy, busy - we are getting a break, or taking one and you will get to read all about it. We are taking 'the dog' - Tikka the nose that can track anything until that is the next dominating smell comes along.
While I am away -I will A) reaquaint my self with God, with prayer and anticipation; 1) write; 2) read; 3) relax in the company of my love of my life, Terri; 4) in the presence of our d o g ; 5) walk; 6) play games; 7) do food; 8) not necessarily in that order; 9) let any one who wants to read and laugh and cry - have a glimpse of our camping trip - you know what the best part is....
can't spoil everything come back and read about it!
While I am away -I will A) reaquaint my self with God, with prayer and anticipation; 1) write; 2) read; 3) relax in the company of my love of my life, Terri; 4) in the presence of our d o g ; 5) walk; 6) play games; 7) do food; 8) not necessarily in that order; 9) let any one who wants to read and laugh and cry - have a glimpse of our camping trip - you know what the best part is....
can't spoil everything come back and read about it!
Monday, August 3, 2009
In Silence
Melodious voices heard from the Abbey on the hill,
Stopped
Me, where it was I walked, with leaves scattering to dance,
They did so around my feet,
Though wilted and weathered, the wind swept them into
Joyful movement on the hard-packed trail,
Subtle noises as they skipped; like flat stones, lightly across a lake.
My search for solitude, I usually found under a canopy
of a green
Over-head, barrier to most distractions, branches of strong trees,
Reaching up to worship, fully dressed in leaves,
Before the very God that gave them life, measured in tens of years,
I had been here and never before been captivated
By a song, sung into this time of change, joy seemingly unbent by this season fully spent.
Oh the joy of discovery, a newfound delight, a distant choir, a gift in a seasons' loss now
made right, solitude,
In the cold October air, damp and heavy with winter's engine pushing till changes show,
had I been here long? I did not really know,
Time and I moved forward only when the song did cease, leaving me
In Silence, walking
Softly as to not break, the precious void in the noisy noise
which makes our world, falsely seem alive, it calls us out to immerse ourselves in each
living day.
So... I pray that as we seek solitude in silence that it becomes an unselfish time with God.
For His Son's gift of eternal life, played out with creations beauty invites you - to be awed.
Stopped
Me, where it was I walked, with leaves scattering to dance,
They did so around my feet,
Though wilted and weathered, the wind swept them into
Joyful movement on the hard-packed trail,
Subtle noises as they skipped; like flat stones, lightly across a lake.
My search for solitude, I usually found under a canopy
of a green
Over-head, barrier to most distractions, branches of strong trees,
Reaching up to worship, fully dressed in leaves,
Before the very God that gave them life, measured in tens of years,
I had been here and never before been captivated
By a song, sung into this time of change, joy seemingly unbent by this season fully spent.
Oh the joy of discovery, a newfound delight, a distant choir, a gift in a seasons' loss now
made right, solitude,
In the cold October air, damp and heavy with winter's engine pushing till changes show,
had I been here long? I did not really know,
Time and I moved forward only when the song did cease, leaving me
In Silence, walking
Softly as to not break, the precious void in the noisy noise
which makes our world, falsely seem alive, it calls us out to immerse ourselves in each
living day.
So... I pray that as we seek solitude in silence that it becomes an unselfish time with God.
For His Son's gift of eternal life, played out with creations beauty invites you - to be awed.
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Gambler?
Denise sat on the bright green park bench.
She was like a stanchion right in the middle of the bench.
Anyone who wanted to sit on the bench, the only bench on this side of the park, would have to sit beside Denise. Her tattered hat, patchwork coat, which was less coat and more patchwork, torn nylons and mismatched shoes; were not the pallet that 'one' wanted to share, the bench or the sunshine with.
Denise was not a gambler yet she was taking a chance that no one would sit beside her. People walking past did not want to gamble; to sit was to risk. The uncertainty was, would this rumpled person ask for food or money, would she want to converse or did she carry an unclean odour? The heat from the sun's rays were quickly chilled by the looks that glared her way. The slight chill of Autumn in the air, suddenly, became colder weakening her resolve; to rest, in the subtle warmth of the sun sitting, in the middle of the clear blue sky.
She was like a stanchion right in the middle of the bench.
Anyone who wanted to sit on the bench, the only bench on this side of the park, would have to sit beside Denise. Her tattered hat, patchwork coat, which was less coat and more patchwork, torn nylons and mismatched shoes; were not the pallet that 'one' wanted to share, the bench or the sunshine with.
Denise was not a gambler yet she was taking a chance that no one would sit beside her. People walking past did not want to gamble; to sit was to risk. The uncertainty was, would this rumpled person ask for food or money, would she want to converse or did she carry an unclean odour? The heat from the sun's rays were quickly chilled by the looks that glared her way. The slight chill of Autumn in the air, suddenly, became colder weakening her resolve; to rest, in the subtle warmth of the sun sitting, in the middle of the clear blue sky.
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