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The more things change...

Change is not so much what we make as it is what happens to us unawares. Not everything that changes is progress but it is inevitable that everything changes. The seasons flow on, all too quickly. We tighten our life-vests, and try to steer clear of the rocks. Along our way down the river, we are grateful for every resting place. Here's ours. Above, as it was in our first August here in 2016, and below, as it is now. We still miss the old cherry tree in the foreground of the first photo. It died the year after we moved here. We've carved a garden out of the hill and planted blueberries on the slope above. One thing hasn't changed. We're still here. It's still home. We'll hold to that reality as long as we can.

Our fiercest own...

Oh, yes, God is there,

far beyond our reach and sight,

beyond even the farthest star.

Oh, yes, God is near,

close as the heat and beat

of any longing human heart;

for God has a longing too,

fiercer than our fiercest own,

To be here, to be known, to be One

with us and all.


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  1. You're welcome, Ellie, from Drovers Gap (aka Saluda NC). Have you moved closer, then?

    1. "I give you the end of a golden string,
      Only wind it into a ball:
      It will lead you in at Heavens gate,
      Built in Jerusalems wall." William Blake

      I hope I'm still following that golden string.


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