Nashville is by no means normal.
Tuesday, June 26, 2007
Tuesday, June 05, 2007
I'm back (for now)
After roaming the country ( in very good company), I am now resting at home and letting the creative juices flow. I've seen so much of North America pass by my eyes in the last month: Kentucky, Ohio, Illinois, Pennsylvania, New York, New Jersey, Canada, Connecticut, Delaware, Maryland, Washington DC, Massachusetts, Virginia, Colorado, and Oregon (not to mention what I saw from the window of an airplane). We live in a beautiful land and I feel so blessed to have had the chance to discover it, and here are some dis-orderly thoughts on the trip:
How beautiful Niagra Falls are, and the swirling rocks that the falls have worn smooth over time, and the Great Lakes that feed the falls!
The Statue of Liberty is so inspiring in her classical-French-disco confidence, looking over at Ellis Island where so long ago my family came looking for a promised land.
I am thankful for eveery golden hour that my dear travelling companion opened my eyes to.
It was so strange to be in Boston where they celebrate the loss of the British ties that I cling to so desperately.
Of course, it was lovely to be in Williamsburg and Jamestown(e) where the past is so marvellously preserved, and where dolphins and knotty trees can be found along the James River.
What a great thing to be able to visit the place where so many great writers have found inspiration, Concord, with its famous pond. I took Hawthorne away with me.
I remember how fun it was to return to the hills of Tennessee in the company of the Beatles and Bryan Adams with our voices raised to their limits.
The North-West is made of emeralds and rain drops, I am thankful for every chance I get to see is beauty, for Mt.Tabor and
the reprive it has been.
I also remember the ways that God showed His power and artistry to me on the flight home from Portland.
How beautiful Niagra Falls are, and the swirling rocks that the falls have worn smooth over time, and the Great Lakes that feed the falls!
The Statue of Liberty is so inspiring in her classical-French-disco confidence, looking over at Ellis Island where so long ago my family came looking for a promised land.
I am thankful for eveery golden hour that my dear travelling companion opened my eyes to.
It was so strange to be in Boston where they celebrate the loss of the British ties that I cling to so desperately.
Of course, it was lovely to be in Williamsburg and Jamestown(e) where the past is so marvellously preserved, and where dolphins and knotty trees can be found along the James River.
What a great thing to be able to visit the place where so many great writers have found inspiration, Concord, with its famous pond. I took Hawthorne away with me.
I remember how fun it was to return to the hills of Tennessee in the company of the Beatles and Bryan Adams with our voices raised to their limits.
The North-West is made of emeralds and rain drops, I am thankful for every chance I get to see is beauty, for Mt.Tabor and
the reprive it has been.
I also remember the ways that God showed His power and artistry to me on the flight home from Portland.
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