Wednesday, July 16, 2014

Sunset in the Southwest

  These past few evenings have provided such spectacular sunsets. The clouds that roll in around dinnertime set the scene for amazing color.

And while the spectacular colors are happening outdoors, here's what my little pookies are up to indoors.

Tuesday, January 28, 2014

Apache Trail

The first stop up the road

The view out my window

Look who came along! And look how far down....

Off to the edge of the precipice - there's a huge gulf between the foreground and the background

Isn't it amazing? Looks like a movie set. That's the road along the top of the near mountain - you can see the dust from a car at the left edge

Monday, December 30, 2013

Happy New Year!

"For last year's words belong to last year's language
And next year's words await another voice.
To make an end is to make a beginning."

(T.S. Eliot)

Thursday, December 19, 2013

"All very alarming."

"Magdalene" by Da Vinci

C.S. Lewis on Mary Magdalene:
"The allegorical sense of her great action dawned on me the other day. The precious alabaster box which one must break over the Holy Feet is one's heart. Easier said than done. And the contents become perfume only when it is broken. While they are safe inside they are more like sewage. All very alarming."

(Letters to an American Lady)

Tuesday, December 3, 2013

Small Boat on the Ocean

"At issue here is the question: 'To whom do I belong? To God or to the world?' Many of my daily preoccupations suggest that I belong more to the world than to God. A little criticism makes me angry, and a little rejection makes me depressed. A little praise raises my spirits, and a little success excites me. It takes very little to raise me up or thrust me down.  
Often I am like a small boat on the ocean, completely at the mercy of its waves. All the time and energy I spend in keeping some kind of balance and preventing myself from being tipped over and drowning shows that my life is mostly a struggle for survival: not a holy struggle, but an anxious struggle resulting from the mistaken idea that it is the world that defines me...."
-Henri Nouwen
The Return of the Prodigal Son

Saturday, June 1, 2013

Jack is Four!

Our wild, sweet boy is four! He had a marvelous birthday week full of fun surprises like petting zoos and favorite dinner (he requested steak, homemade fries, corn on the cob, watermelon, and ice cream -- he must be growing!) and tractor rides and balloons. 

This little guy is all about the farm equipment...

and chocolate cake...

and fishing with Daddy (and catching a 17-inch bass on his little Iron-Man fishing pole that nearly cracked!).

  Happy birthday, little man. May you always keep your soft, loving heart and your zest for life! We love you so very, very much. XXOO