Sigh... sitting at home hoping my friend can help get this system up and running again. A hearty hike up Rocky Point today in Inlet with three dogs running circles around me. Unlike me, they did not sink through the foot deep snow - that had been nicely iced last night. Trees atop rocky were layered in ice.
When last here, I had brought bubbles and video-ed a prayer for Jamie, who lay dying at Strong. Her mother told me that she had enjoyed these postings from her hospital - bed there. It's tough starting these again... as the wind is out of my sails. Yet, the air here is so clean. Fresh. And the beauty is breath-taking.
As much as I dislike the music of Enya... was listening to her rendition of the old hymn -"How Can I Keep From Singing?"... and it seemed appropriate. How can we keep from singing?
Before becoming ordained as a Presbyterian minister in the Manhattan area before 911, I was privileged enough to take my first cross-country drive - alone. I stopped at every state and national park that I could along the way. There is one word that the countryside sang, over and over again. The word? "Glory."
I am a realist. Whether they be songs of lament or songs of praise - "How can we keep from singing?"
