1892. Ken and Mary Giles, a beautiful radiant couple, a literal picture of Christ and His bride, married just shy of 30 years, he still calls her my love and looks at her in a singular way reserved for no one else. and mary, sweet, gentle and compassionate mary, her fingers and eyes drip with grace and beauty, kindness and gentleness, a quiet humility. they opened their home to us, a home with parts built with their own hands. they poured wine and pulled potatoes and courgettes out of their flourishing garden, ken picked up some fresh beef at the market and busied themselves with serving us and grafting us into their home. i was so thankful to have witnessed/experience hospitality in this way, as well as a solid picture of a harvested marriage.
1893. wonderful double date with mom and dad english, attended a posh concert at the Sheldonian Theatre where we listened to the dramatic moving overtures of Hayden, who had himself once stood there where the musicians stood. the music was glorious and epic, i enjoyed it very much. we also took mom and dad to our favorite pub, turf tavern and i knew it would be the last time we got to eat there so that was also a gift.
1894. getting rid of most of our furniture and beds feels so good to have part of that moving done with. only 5 days left.
Sunday, June 26, 2016
Friday, June 24, 2016
1886-1891
1886. the faint fragrance of dad's pipe wafting beneath my nose as we explore the wild highlands of scotland and ancient castles with their missing pieces, yet large chunks of stone remain
1887. the clouds that parted, pregnant with rain, ceasing their labor to give way to the sun, so that i might picnic below, savoring my parisian finds as the eiffel tower stood magestic before me, allowing me to sit at her feet and enjoy her shade
1888. two wonderfully impactful books in 2 weeks. Re-Entry and 7. Both speaking to me loudly and so time appropriately, perfect gifts from thoughtful ones not even knowing how much i would devour both and learn so. much.
1889. a tiny shepherd's cottage, tucked far back behind usual scottish civilization, green sticking to everything, the piles of moving wool and black eyes, 2 horses grazing near by-one white, one brown, all inviting to explore, smell, touch, and see. my favorites of all our air b n' b's. the shepherdess greeted us, tiny black bugs clinging to her shoulders, her hands strong and weathered from hard work on a farm, her face like softened leather, eyes wise and aged. she was kind and shared of the history and real pictures of shepherd and farming life. "it's a tooth and claw animal kingdom" she said solemnly.
1890. peace and laughter for the large percentage of our road trip. we all put forth effort to communicate and adapt to one another, flex in the opposite direction of our own wants. i am thankful and proud of all 7 of us.
1891. after hours and hours of driving in the 9 passengar vehicle, the walls still seem to close in, and darkness falls, a hearty comadarie falls on us and slap happy humor comes out to play, and tongues start loosening, and you really get to know a person amidst smelly shoes, stale air, and siri's misread directions.
1887. the clouds that parted, pregnant with rain, ceasing their labor to give way to the sun, so that i might picnic below, savoring my parisian finds as the eiffel tower stood magestic before me, allowing me to sit at her feet and enjoy her shade
1888. two wonderfully impactful books in 2 weeks. Re-Entry and 7. Both speaking to me loudly and so time appropriately, perfect gifts from thoughtful ones not even knowing how much i would devour both and learn so. much.
1889. a tiny shepherd's cottage, tucked far back behind usual scottish civilization, green sticking to everything, the piles of moving wool and black eyes, 2 horses grazing near by-one white, one brown, all inviting to explore, smell, touch, and see. my favorites of all our air b n' b's. the shepherdess greeted us, tiny black bugs clinging to her shoulders, her hands strong and weathered from hard work on a farm, her face like softened leather, eyes wise and aged. she was kind and shared of the history and real pictures of shepherd and farming life. "it's a tooth and claw animal kingdom" she said solemnly.
1890. peace and laughter for the large percentage of our road trip. we all put forth effort to communicate and adapt to one another, flex in the opposite direction of our own wants. i am thankful and proud of all 7 of us.
1891. after hours and hours of driving in the 9 passengar vehicle, the walls still seem to close in, and darkness falls, a hearty comadarie falls on us and slap happy humor comes out to play, and tongues start loosening, and you really get to know a person amidst smelly shoes, stale air, and siri's misread directions.
Thursday, June 2, 2016
1879-1885
1879. off the shoulder t shirts for quiet cozy days in
1880. home made iced coffee using husband's expertly made left over brew.
1881. any kind of food served to me in bed
1882. when anyone expresses love and satisfaction after eating/trying my home made food
1883. good, honest goodbyes that give me peace that we did the right thing in staying till our term was over. i don't know where these relationships would have left if we would have left prematurely with no warning
1884. nathan is finished with many commitments and can now be freed up a few ways! any extra time with him is a gift!
1885. His provision, His purpose, His guidance, His calling. that becomes clearer and clearer.
1880. home made iced coffee using husband's expertly made left over brew.
1881. any kind of food served to me in bed
1882. when anyone expresses love and satisfaction after eating/trying my home made food
1883. good, honest goodbyes that give me peace that we did the right thing in staying till our term was over. i don't know where these relationships would have left if we would have left prematurely with no warning
1884. nathan is finished with many commitments and can now be freed up a few ways! any extra time with him is a gift!
1885. His provision, His purpose, His guidance, His calling. that becomes clearer and clearer.
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