Dirt Road Journey's

It is good to have an end to journey toward; but it is the journey that matters, in the end. ~Ursula K. Le Guin

Tuesday, July 31, 2007

Hoxeyville Music Festival

Chris & Wy

Canoe Time!

Bree and Trina and the travelling mug!

'TIS HOXEYVILLE

The cat copes

Tuesday, July 24, 2007

Cut down on Junk Mail & save Trees!

Did you know that you can get your name off of "junk mail" lists? Avoid needless junk and clutter and save a couple trees in the meantime! It's a win-win!!

Send to:
Direct Marketing Association
Mail Preference Service
P.O. Box 9008
Farmingdale, NY 11735-9008.

Include: complete name, full address, and your signature


You can also get your name off "pre-approved offers" lists (like credit card offers!)

Send to:
Equifax Options
P.O. Box 740123
Atlanta, GA 30374-0123
Include: complete name, full address, and your signature.

We live in the Universe

"Let no one be deluded that a
knowledge of the path
can substitute for putting
one foot in front of the other."

~ Mary Caroline Richards, Poet

Thursday, July 19, 2007

Mark Olson

Mark Olson & the O.H.R. Creekdippers & Victoria Williams

I'm so very excited to go and see Mark Olson
in August! I can't wait!!

Things to know

I found out today that Biznaga is a cactus!
It's not just a weird plaque that we
found in a Reno second hand store
with tomatoes on it!
I now have answers!
answers, I say!



Sometimes I feel like
I'm a black and white photo.

Wilco


So much love for Wilco!!


Theologians


Theologians
They don't know nothing
About my soul
About my soul

I'm an ocean
An abyss in motion
Slow motion
Slow motion

Inlitterati lumen fidei
God is with us everyday
That illiterate light
Is with us every night

Theologians
That don't know nothing
About my soul
Oh they don't know

They thin my heart with little things
And my life with change
Oh in so many ways
I find more missing every day

Theologians

I'm going away
Where you will look for me
Where I'm going you cannot come

No one's ever gonna take my life from me
I lay it down
A ghost is born
A ghost is born
A ghost is born

I'm an ocean
I'm all emotion
I'm a cherry ghost
Cherry ghost

Hey I'm a cherry ghost
A cherry ghost

Tuesday, July 17, 2007

Relaxing at Waterfest


Relaxing at Waterfest...it was only about 98 degrees with high humidity...zaps the ole energy!

Ian & me

Notes from a Holiday

Pier Fun

The setting sun casts a shadow across the cooling sand.
The waves crash at our feet and
water curls around our toes.

The sunset brilliant with oranges, pinks and purples
it sizzles down into the waterline of the big lake.
It makes a nice golden evening
that silhouettes the people walking on the pier,
making them seem unreal - just part of the
landscape...part of my minds eye.

I see the surfers out there trying to catch
a wave beside the pier where the water
breaks and makes a curl.

I can smell fuel from the big boats going
by in the channel - it's just
part of how it should smell here...
How the familiarity of all of it
makes me dig up memories from
many years past
is just amazing.


I miss the old times when my Grandma and Grandpa had their boat
and would dock it in Grand Haven for us to sleep in.
I miss the days of swimming all day and then sleeping
in the rocking boat, with the smell of the water and the
sounds of water life around us.
Now they're tired and they don't DO
like they used to and it makes me
sad and it makes me long to be a kid again
safe in someone else's care.
With a family that was still strong.

For now, I watch the kids run in the water and dig my toes in the sand.
They're so happy to have room to move and get sand in their
underwear and run around freely.
They laugh when the waves wash over them.
It makes me happy for them - that they will have those memories
of going to the big lake in the summer.
I am trying to accept that it's now our job to be the ones
that provide the safe loving environment
and instead of being the loved one, I have to be the loving one.


I look to the sunset with longing...
such a beautiful treasure
to file away in my ever changing
gallery of the mind.

The amber glow of the evening starts to fade
and I wish that I could start over again...
with the night...with my life...
But I can't.
So for now, I just enjoy
the smell of the lake
breeze and the memories
rolling around in my head.