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Thursday, December 24, 2009

Concerning Horses

"Do you give the horse his might?
Do you clothes his neck with a mane?
Do you make him leap like the locust?
His majestic snorting is terrifying.
He paws in the valley and exults in his strength..."
- Job 39:19-21

"His delight is not in the strength of the horse...
but the LORD takes pleasure in those who fear him,
in those who hope in his steadfast love."
-Psalm 147:10-11

Sunday, December 20, 2009

Let It Snow

Most of the students left to travel or have gone home for Christmas. Here at the castle, it is only those who will stay over winter break to work as staff for the holiday conferences. Last week, as all the students packed and cleaned for the break, we were delighted by a flurry of snow. That flurry was just the sneak preview. This morning we awoke to the real thing coming down. It continued all morning leaving us with this:

I feel like I live in Narnia.

Sunday, December 13, 2009

To the Ruins

[directions in the form of prepositional phrases.]

Out the gate,
Up the road,
Over the fence,
Onto the footpath,
Between the branches,
Through the mud,
Across the field,
Toward the horses,
Beside the hedge,
Past the dirt mounds,
Along the trail,
Around the bend,
Into the yard,
Near the shed,
Until the stream,
Beyond the bridge,
[turn at the bathtub,]
By the sheep,
Atop the hill,
Amid the trees,
To the ruins.

[of what, we are not certain.]

Thankful for a Saturday of sunshine and good company.

Sunday, December 06, 2009


It was a good day.

[Thanks for being our chauffeur and photographer, Norbert.]

Complete with staying up until midnight the night before, waking up to a sign that read, "Happy Birthday, Hannah!", many similar wishes at breakfast and throughout the day [plenty of hugs too], opening parcels from the fam and presents from the roommates, a seminar on finances during which I was crowned with a lovely tiara [and not allowed to remove it nearly the entire day], lunch at The White Eagle [BBQ chicken, chips, and salad], Cricket practice in the afternoon [no new bruises, which is great because I still have some from last week], standing on my chair while everybody sagn to me at tea [they nearly forgot], finding notes and gifts every time I checked my pigeon hole [which was frequently], practicing the Christmas programme [knitting during the scenes without me], "baking" in the microwave [digestives and Mars Bars!], talking with the family, watching You've Got Mail, and staying up until midnight again.