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Recent Posts

  • It’s Year 10
    I had to count the years twice. Verification complete, it seems to be true. This is our 10th year schooling at home. It seems only…
  • A Gift. From Me to You.
    I began this little project almost a year ago. It had been a tough school day. The kids were frustrated with math. They didn’t see…
  • The Puritans Didn’t Just Eat Turkey
    It was a few years ago that we were properly introduced to the Puritans. Before that, I just thought they ate turkey and wore capotains…
  • Therefore it Became a Proverb
    This afternoon marks exactly three weeks. It was Saturday, Mother’s Day in Mexico and three days before my 34th birthday. They tell me that we…
  • Crocs and Kids
    Somehow my last post was already two months ago. Writing about grief always kind of sucks all my public writing juices for awhile. I say…
  • This Paradox
    I was never much for fairy tales until more recently. Animals talking? Elves and dwarves? Tree people and all those blurred lines between real and…

Awake, O north wind; and come, thou south; blow upon my garden, that the spices thereof may flow out. Let my Beloved come into His garden, and eat his pleasant fruits.

Song of Solomon 4:16

We were all created to be dwellers of Eden’s Garden.

Is it any wonder we find such solace in God´s Creation? But like the Shulamite, we find ourselves this side of the Fall. Harsh winds will blow. Warm breezes come. Our Garden of Spices whisper their aroma up to our Beloved, a blessed communion even Adam never knew for it is a communion born through sorrow, sacrifice and undeserving Love.

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