Colorado was beautiful

I haven't had a chance to go through the pics. My Nikon lens broke beyond repair while on vacation. Pics are scattered on phones and Noah's cam.

seeing seagulls

Don’t believe what your eyes are telling you.
All they show is limitation. Look with your understanding.

Richard Bach, Jonathan Livingston Seagull

Fireworks

Here I am wide awake after a magnificent storm. I live in an old farm house with 19 windows and a metal roof. It's hard to sleep through a storm. Amazing tonight. The thunder is still rumbling around out there, but no more bolts of lightening and brightly lit skies. Part of me wishes the storm might have lingered just a little longer to keep me company for a bit.

Fireworks tonight were beautiful in Mathews. Worth every little drop of blood sucked up by the ravenous mosquitos. Yep, forgot the bug-spray...which was not a good thing on so many levels. My son will probably ask me about malaria tomorrow. I've already looked it up because "I don't know" is not an acceptable answer. Mosquitos carrying malaria were apparently found in Virginia in 2002. Nothing newer gleaned from a quick google search. He is okay. We will live.

The storm is back. I'm going out to enjoy it on the back porch. What a beaultiful evening...or maybe not. Lightening just shook my house. How can everyone else sleep through this?

Me

I like fireflies

and the feel of the sand rushing between my toes on the back of a receding wave.

I am a dreamer.

I question words.

I place blind faith in the cinematic masterpieces of the human heart.

I am not black or white.

I drench myself in gray, the sticky gray of duct tape left too long on the dashboard and

the serene gray pools of clay from which I rise like a phoenix, burning.  I am the light uplifting gray of a billowy cloud lit from within...by fireflies.

I take my heaven with cream and sugar in the here and now.

Heaven is my son spinning round and laughing as we splash on an empty beach.

Heaven is the sparkle in his eye.

Heaven is the smile on the Dalai Lama's face in that photograph I can't forget.

I like fireflies and the scent of moonflowers.

I am a dreamer.

I am humbled by love and grace.

I am an outsider.

My peace is knowing my song.

My peace also comes in the stillness while listening for your song, longing for the symphony.
Interrupted by thunder clasps and rain dancing on metal roofs, the melody unfolds.
It's the swallow's song and the whistle of the wind through the leaves.
Heaven is the song that surrounds our days.
I like fireflies and the sweet smell of moonflowers and sand rushing between my toes;

Cool water over my feet, the song of the ocean in a seashell and the sparkle in His eyes.

Hooray for 4-H Camp!

I am so looking forward to camp...even though prepartation has had its moments. I've had no wake-me-up-in-a-cold-sweat  pre-camp dreams this year. What a blessing. Maybe its that I've been too busy worrying about so much else. I am looking forward to helping a few kids chase dreams, looking out for the I feel so accomplished, I can't help but SMILE smiles, and just enjoying the 4-H moments.

This picture shows two of my favorite camp ladies, Megan and Lauren, who help me smile when days are tough.

Find a camp. I love 4-H camp, but any camp will do. Volunteer. Make a difference. Send your kids. Send someone else's kids. Watch them grow. Camp is wonderful. Camp = no regrets.

Peace and love, Krista

Memorial Day

On Memorial Day I pull out a now 65 year old poem that my grandmother wrote to my grandfather while he was overseas in WWII. It's handwritten on old war-time airmail paper, and something about the lightness of the paper and the beauty of her words just wraps me tight in their love story. I thought I might share it, but I am really not ready to let this one go.
My grandfather died in 1992. I miss him so.

Today's book

Shame, the belief that God regrets creating you, is like a weather pattern that descends upon a mountain. I once believed I was the weather. Turns out, I'm the mountain. -Ian Morgan Cron, Jesus, My Father, the CIA, and Me: A Memoir...of Sorts.

What a great read. But now, I need something new. I just got this book today.
Thinking about a kindle or a nook, but wondering if the breaks in between book arrivals or the mad dashes into BN might be necessary for adequate sleep and sanity. I can't quite imagine myself with such easy access. I could be dangerous.