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May 25, 2014

the traveling gene


 ~ road maps ~
~ too much luggage ~
~ city lights ~
~ traveling companions ~
~ cruisin' the highway ~
~ country music ~
~ roughin' it ~
~ naps in the car ~
~ unplanned adventures ~
~ meeting new people ~
~ taking thousands of pictures ~
~ impulsiveness ~
~ hotel breakfasts ~
 
I love to travel. It must be a gene I inherited from my grandfather who told countless stories of foreign places and traveled right up until his passing. There’s something about choosing a destination and working your way towards it that is both inspiring and thrilling. 
            That’s why I am sooo excited about my summer this year; I will be gone every single week until mid-July, seeing new things and living life to the fullest! My tightly packed schedule incudes a trip to Hillsdale, MI for a college visit, and 'educational' vacation to Mackinac Island, two weeks at summer camp (both as a camper and a counselor), a mission trip to Kansas City, two or three days for sleeping and washing laundry, a family reunion in Iowa, and pipe organ camp in Manhattan, KS. Whew!! If I add many more things to my list, I'll need to hire an agent.
            It’s not likely you’ll see much of me after that either, because I’ll be slaving away at college applications and planning my trip to France. But I’m not complaining (and trying not to feel overwhelmed) because I am utterly happy God has opened up all of these opportunities for me! How long ago was it that I was longing for some excitement in life? Well now I’ve got it and I’m going to enjoy every second of it!  
            Unfortunately, that means I won’t be blogging for quite some time, but when I get back, you will get an onslaught of news and pictures. Plus, my friend Olivia H. has agreed to write a guest post sometime in the near future. She is an excellent writer and one of the strongest people I know!—whatever she writes will be an inspiration to the soul.
So long! Farewell!

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May 20, 2014

~the island~

      So I’m baring my soul to the world and showing you what kind of romantical notions run through my mind! The following is a description about my favorite vacationing spot—Onset Island (you can read more about the island here.) Hopefully it gives you a glimpse into our paradise.

 
     Ellen breathed in deeply the mingling perfumes of salty air and sea lavender. She wriggled her toes deeper into the sand, and watched a sailboat lean precariously in the wind. This was her home—where she belonged! It was not much; just a twelve acre island off of Cape Cod, but it was more than enough for the young girl. Ellen could simply forget about everything on this island paradise—all things harrying and unpleasant were washed away with the tide leaving Ellen to run around barefoot and savor the small things in life.
 
            “Hey!” It was her little brother Eddie. “Wanna go fishing? Mom got back from the mainland, so we can use the rowboat now!” Ellen shrugged.
            “Sure!” she agreed. Fishing wasn’t her favorite thing to do, especially since she usually got stuck helping Eddie hook the sea worms. They were such nasty little creatures that wouldn’t stop writhing around. Getting up from her seat on the sandy beach, Ellen followed her brother down the board walk to the main dock. Gathering up their rods and tackle boxes, they jumped into the bobbing row boat and set off.
            “Let’s go over there!” shouted Eddie waving vaguely towards the opposite side of the island. “Then we can watch the canal boats while we’re fishing!” Ellen bent over the oars. Back and forth she went, sending the little boat farther and farther along in the rippling water. Eddie squealed with glee.
            “Go go go! Go Ellen Go!” He chanted. “Faster! Faster!” Ellen laughed and obliged her reckless brother by hauling on the oars with more force. Whew! It sure was a work out! Her biceps were burning by the time they reached the designated fishing spot.

            All afternoon they fished; Eddie never tiring of casting his line, and Ellen with her legs propped up hoping to get a tan. She stared upward at the endless expanse of sky interrupted only by the occasional tern wheeling daringly about. Water lapping against their boat and ship horns from the canal serenaded the two fishermen. Once again, Ellen marveled at the pure simplicity of island life. She wouldn’t mind if it lasted forever!  

All too soon, the daylight hours were running out. Beginnings of a stunning sunset were creeping up behind the fringes of trees and weathered cottages. Pinks and yellows and blues all mixed together in water and sky to create one of God’s greatest masterpieces.
            “Awwwwe Ellen!” breathed Eddie—deeply moved. “Look at that!”
            “Mmmmmmmm. It’s wonderful—simply divine!” The two figures sat, slowly darkening into silhouettes against the deep color. City lights from the mainland glittered brightly in the harbor, and the ever constant murmuring of wind and water was a crooning lullaby from the sea. Ellen dipped her oar into the water and stirred it slowly to watch the jellyfish light up like tiny Christmas lights. She breathed in deeply the mingling perfumes of salty air and sea lavender. This was her home—where she belonged!
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May 10, 2014

...and some more pictures

     You must forgive me for posting more pictures of horses--but you can never have too many right? Personally, if we had hi-speed internet, I'd be googling videos and pics of horses all day.
But I digress.

     My sistah Clara had to send her horse Kaahla off to a new home today. Parting is such sweet sorrow. Fortunately, before the big white stock trailer pulled in our driveway we were able to have a photo shoot. Here are some of the results:

 

As the photographer I had one heck of a time getting Kaahla to focus on me. Grass seemed to help.
 

 
When your horse follows you without being asked, when he rubs his head on yours, and when you look at him and feel a tingle down your spine...you know you are loved.
John Lyons

 
All horses deserve, at least once in their lives, to be loved by a little girl.
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