It feels like ages since I have posted. The summer has been so busy: camping trips, family visits, picking berries & making jam, and activities of all sorts. These included a nasty week with the flu, and also a 4th of July emergency run to the hospital in the wee hours with a kidney stone (not mine) and the resultant sleep deprivation for everybody. All is well now, as of this morning. My brain is not fully functioning just yet, but I can share some photos from the past month, all of which inspired me to prayer and gratitude at the time.
An evening stroll through the municipal rose garden was just beautiful. Totally relaxing.
Our faithful tent, pitched in a spot that I have camped in for almost 20 years. It was a drizzly time, but we were well-prepared. Our trip was filled with beautiful things and fun moments–despite the demise of an ancient and gigantic spruce tree which was formerly to the immediate right of our tent.
Our faithful dog, caught in midstride, running for joy along the beach.
Even when it is stormy, the coast is such a beautiful place. We saw bald eagles, sea lions, and lots of other wildlife this past month. What a glorious thing a patch of wilderness is, so good for the heart and soul, such an occasion of grace.
I visited the Icon Institute at Mt. Angel, where my formation as an iconographer took place, as a week of intense study began for this year’s participants. They were working on an image of St. John the Evangelist, and were preparing to transfer their drawings to their wood panels.
We visited a peaceful harbor, enjoyed fresh seafood, and appreciated the hard work of those who depend on the natural world for sustenance. May God bless fishermen and farmers in their labors.
It was a blessing to see people enjoying the outdoors, bringing their children, and teaching them the love of the earth that will lead them to be good stewards of God’s creation.