Thursday, December 31, 2015
Monday, December 28, 2015
Thursday, December 24, 2015
Sorry, I can't stay out of the hills. Another shot of the cabin from the unbroken trails above it. It's something I look forward to with some mixed emotion, even in the midst of ideal summer temperatures. The quiet and solitude afforded by cold is something to be appreciated, even if only once-in-a-while.
There's the tree and Asher with the new Pup. His name? For now, it's Gunter, and we'll see if that sticks. Theses days, after naming nine children and eight or nine dogs in my life, I'm getting pretty confuzled and tentative in my naming process.
Happy Yule and Splendid Christmas to you. Hope be with you.
Wednesday, December 23, 2015
Sunday, December 20, 2015
Saturday, December 19, 2015
Tuesday, December 15, 2015
Winter's set in as Brynni has her 21st birthday. And what comes with a 21st birthday around here? Nope, nothing really high-faluting, just a cake and ice cream, same as has been happening for 21 years, only not made out of honey and bananas like her high-energy, idealistic parents subjected her to for the first couple of years of her life.
Sunday, December 13, 2015
Come All Ye Faithful
With shoulder joints abrading as though the life inside has been wrung dry,
time, the chewer of corpses and gnawer of bones pauses on its way-
twigs on the yule blaze, blinking grey and white beside the log
and a scent of rosewood and cedar light in the air.
This cold just outside is a reminder that resurrection apparently hinges on one man;
a Son of Holy Parentage beyond any passion or tribe.
And why not? We’ve each seen miracles beyond the dark of night.
At the border of eternity and a flimsy screen door,
ain’t nobody can hold my body down.
Divergence of stream and bed?
Ain’t no one can hold my spirit down.
Spoken in tongues true as jet ravens and allegorical fish,
a single green leaf of grass worn for the God of spring
lies deep beneath this long December night.
Regardless, weave a story that makes you feel welcome in your own body and mind,
a glorious happenstance of place, time and family this Christmas season-
and in place of violence and jealousy,
light a candle of trust in that God you believe
and as that flame burns circles of hope in the garment of fear,
write in chalk on the door of your soul:
Sunday, December 6, 2015
Friday, December 4, 2015
Wednesday, December 2, 2015
My pop has been up Bountiful way for the big Grandpa party, and before he heads back, he's been at our house for a few days. Drie says he's been a big help around the home school, and I always enjoy his brand of dynamic around the house.
Here's a blurry photo documenting his presence at a pizza dinner sponsored by him just this evening...
Monday, November 30, 2015
Sunday, November 29, 2015
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Whewhoo! The spice of my life has re-entered my life, novelty! I am blogging today from the environs west of the Salt Lake CIty Airport, i...