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Not Kayaking on My River | Balance
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Not Kayaking on My River. 8230;But driving over it on the bridge, I saw an unusual sight. A disc-like shape caught my attention. Looking back I saw an open umbrella, topside down, floating with the current like a round, tall-masted boat. I wonder what the story behind that was. On June 21, 2010 at 8:12 pm Comments (2). To TrackBack this entry is:. Https:/ 9balance9.wordpress.com/2010/06/21/not-kayaking-on-my-river/trackback/. Feed for comments on this post. 2 Comments Leave a comment. Fill in your detail...
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March | 2011 | Balance
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If Patrick Be Your Saint. Happy day to you! And if not, the same to you as well. May you have beans on your toast and an evangelical wren in your tree, a hat for your scalp and the truest of smiles in your eye. May your music have fiddles and each meal a cup lifted with our Christ. On March 17, 2011 at 9:06 am Leave a Comment. March 16, 2011. Sharing photos has become difficult with the slowness of iPhoto on this old computer. A new one is in sight, but it might still be a while before funds make it ...
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News | Balance
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On June 18, 2010 at 11:23 am Comments (4). To TrackBack this entry is:. Https:/ 9balance9.wordpress.com/2010/06/18/news/trackback/. Feed for comments on this post. 4 Comments Leave a comment. On June 18, 2010 at 11:24 am Steve. Okay, I realize this is not exactly Pulitzer quality script, but after a long, dry slump, a guy’s got to start somewhere. On June 18, 2010 at 9:54 pm Michael. On June 19, 2010 at 6:50 am Kimberlee. On June 19, 2010 at 10:19 am Steve. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. No Food Left Behind.
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Island Longing | Serenity Exists
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Photos, music, and musings. March 31, 2010. Waves roll against the shore. Echo in the backwaters of my mind. Fading now into the drone of cars. Rushing to nowhere fast. The smell of brine in the air. Pushed aside by drifting coffee from the breakroom. A gentle sunset on the sound. Bleeds into fluorescent glare and insistent monitor glow. Too long has the heart been from home. Settling into monotone existence. After Technicolor sights of dream come to life. Soul and sand merge. And find the beat.
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Flat Rock Music Festival | Serenity Exists
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Photos, music, and musings. September 29, 2009. Flat Rock Music Festival. Laquo; A place to watch the rain. Another Day on the Mountain. Sounds wonderful…can’t wait to see more! On September 29, 2009. Actually, my friend Ike and I did play a couple songs at the open mike they had one night. Most of it was spent working, but for me, that’s half the fun anyway! On September 29, 2009. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:.
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Climate hopping | Itinerant Idealist
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Introducing… →. February 3, 2010 · 5:43 am. When you only have three days between trips, life feels a little open ended, days get blurry. There’s no set schedule, no mental black line of expectation framing in the hours of your day. I sort of drift through these interim spaces at home. I write, blog, get up to Yorkshire tea in the morning and my quiet time, then meander into whatever rest and richness I can find. Rivers in our streets. Wintered branches give me goosebumps. To pack. Wish me luck. I haven&...
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Speak what we feel | Itinerant Idealist
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Thin Places →. January 27, 2010 · 7:16 pm. Speak what we feel. I was in the house all alone just as dusk poured darkness in through all the windows on the eve of the conference. Upstairs, in my room, I was whirling about to very loud music, attempting to turn the exercise of packing my suitcase into an aerobic dance. To the blood-quickening uillean pipes of. Rock Island, 1931. I also cried. I think the shock of it (and I hate to admit this, I. That I like rock music? Is one of my favorite movies. Life is...
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I did it! I moved… | Itinerant Idealist
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February 12, 2010 · 12:17 am. I love this old blog and it will stay here forever. I might even occasionally post old things from it. But it was time to move on and expand and create with more design intricacy, and, well. Here we are. Come over, reset your bookmarks and continue the lovely conversation over at the new diggs. Oh, and I hope you think thoroughly is at least a little bit easier to spell that “itinerant.” Isn’t it? Joy to you all! 2 responses to “. February 12, 2010 at 1:44 am. Is a stellar r...
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February | 2010 | Itinerant Idealist
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Monthly Archives: February 2010. February 12, 2010 · 12:17 am. I love this old blog and it will stay here forever. I might even occasionally post old things from it. But it was time to move on and expand and create with more design intricacy, and, well. Here we are. Come over, reset your bookmarks and continue the lovely conversation over at the new diggs. Oh, and I hope you think thoroughly is at least a little bit easier to spell that “itinerant.” Isn’t it? Joy to you all! Three Cups of Tea. When you o...
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January | 2010 | Itinerant Idealist
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Monthly Archives: January 2010. January 27, 2010 · 7:16 pm. Speak what we feel. I was in the house all alone just as dusk poured darkness in through all the windows on the eve of the conference. Upstairs, in my room, I was whirling about to very loud music, attempting to turn the exercise of packing my suitcase into an aerobic dance. To the blood-quickening uillean pipes of. Rock Island, 1931. I also cried. I think the shock of it (and I hate to admit this, I. Continue reading →. A moth in dim air,.