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Sunday’s Thought
"The world is already split open, and it is our destiny to heal it, each in our own way, each in our own time, with the gifts that are ours." Terry Tempest Williams
Happy Life 101
Last night I went to bed happy thanks to a terrific evening of funny, sweet skits (and desserts) by the high school debate drama and forensic team, the Glacier Bards, and my night table reading. I had been cleaning a bookshelf and found Anna Quindlen's book, A Short...
Alaskans Gone Wild for Elvis and Pigs
I'm trying to decide which adventure I'd rather be on right now, Joanie and Sammy's pilgrimage to Graceland, (Sammy is a special needs adult and Joanie is a caregiving friend) or my husband and Roger's wild boar hunt in California with John. (John is a Tlingit bear...
Gold Rush Alaska and Us
Last Friday my husband and I figured we'd watch Gold Rush Alaska before the high school basketball game. We’d missed an episode, but nothing had changed. The miners were still losing 1000 dollars a day. Their equipment still didn't work. They still argued. They...
A Presbyterian Slip
With the rain in mind, here is a timely typo (and nice sentiments) from the January Presbyterian church newsletter: Keep on Living the Christmas Spirit Seasonal greetings and kindness should just be starting. See someone who needs your help, a cheerful word, a...
A Heart for Winter
The rain is raining all a round it rains on field tree, it rains on the umbrellas here and on the ships at sea. I was thinking of Robert Louis Stevenson's verse this morning, listening to the hard rain on the roof and wishing it were snow. It's more than a little...
Sunday’s Thought
From a poem by Jane Kenyon called Let Evening Come: To the bottle in the ditch, to the scoop in the oats, to air in the lung let evening come. Let it come, as it will, and don't be afraid. God does not leave us comfortless, so let evening come. .