Thursday, July 26, 2007

"Cabin Fever"


The loons sang us to sleep last night. The sun awakened us not long after 4:30 this morning. The temperature reached 90 today and thought the county was going to shut down. The world is strangely and wonderfully different "up here."


Realizing that I was a little behind in my reading I spent the day chained to the couch, alternating between two very different books, i.e. The Future of Leadership (a conglomeration of essays and offerings from various business experts on the topic) and Spiritual Leadership, by Henry and Richard Blackaby. I have plodded to the midway point of both, the last two books on the required reading list. With these completed I then turn to the task of writing/reporting on each of the books I have read. I have the awkward sense that this should've been done 'along the way' instead of 'after the fact' of reading. I also realize that the majority of the books are still back on the farm in NC, presenting another writing challenge. Perhaps the preponderance of writing will happen en route back to Kansas or on the way to Pasadena...or as Pastor Stephen and I are reminiscing. Well...likely not the latter.


We've just been invited out for another edge of dusk boat ride...or...a car excursion in search of moose. I have vowed not to leave here without at least one sighting. Oh, but that the moose where as prolific as the hummingbirds, which I have watched during each reading break this afternoon.


Given the equipment here I am still struggling to find a way to post pic's on this site. Will press into service all my technical savvy and then some.


Peace to all!

1 comment:

Betty B said...

Are not the sad, mournful songs of the loons beautiful?! [I play a Nat Am cedar loon flute in the key of Eflat minor when coaxed.] I've been wanting to enter some profound comments on your readings, and this is what rang my bell. My summer readings have been on the Bohemian Hamptons where I'll be on a study tour next week. Keep the clouds and drizzle up north, please.
We shake our horse bells in favor of Quebec where we got them in the 60's.