From a visit to Lebanon. The ancient city of Byblos is about an hour's drive north of Beirut. It is claimed as the world's oldest, continually-inhabited city.
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One of the most beautiful cities in sub-Saharan Africa, Nairobi is a city of contrasts - of great wealth and great poverty, of things that are ugly and squalid with things that are gorgeously brill
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The home of my ancestor - Rake House at Glasidale, North Riding of Yorkshire. Elizabeth Pennock was born 1780 and died after 1841.
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One of my hobbies is Genealogy: the pursuit of data related to my family tree.
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Robert Barber married Harriet Oakes (nee Oakes) in Guelph, Ontario, in 1836. He helped to carve what would become the Royal City of Guelph out of the forest, working for a time for Mr.
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This display at a Fall Fair reminded me, contrary to the similarities of mass production, of the uniqueness of each one of us, fashioned by the Creator who not only knew us but loved us, uniquely -
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The seasons come 'round as promised following the Flood. Hope spring fresh from the garden of new life . . .
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So, there is this little line or squiggle between the birth and death dates on many tombstones. Life is what happens along the squiggle.
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Important to keep our moorings in changing times . . .
The harbour at Oban, Scotland.
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As a girl, Beatrix Potter used to visit her grandparents at Camfield Place, often staying there over the summer.
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Too soon the Summer goes and then the bright Autumn, fading into the cold and snow of Winter. I love the Seasons - but it's all going far too quickly 'round.
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Thought I might comment on my last name - BARBER . . .
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Some folk are interesting – exciting even, to know – but they’re not fun to walk with . . .
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St. Patrick and his peers brought Christianity to the Celts of Ireland around 400 AD, at a time when all Christians were still "Orthodox."
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I like things that are old – sometimes more than that which is new — old paths and old lights that still work and are helpful, still, for today’s travel.
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Lilies in my garden at Winderset.
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Danger high-lites the paradoxical nature of good and evil. To attempt anything is to risk; to get up in the morning is to tempt Providence, though God's mercies are new each morning.
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Whenever I visit the beautiful Royal Botanical Gardens in Burlington, Ontario, I think of how much I used to hate being dragged there as a boy, since a Sunday afternoon with parents and two teasing
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Some images from the home of a friend . . .
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Just out driving around, this afternoon, and snapping a few spring pics . . .
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Walking by a stream near my home as Spring unfolds – could anything be better? . . .
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My work used to take me to the beautiful Ottawa Valley area of Ontario.
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Walking on water in liquid time
ankles, toes, shanks immersed
but not quite sinking, yet:
Can we learn to walk on water?
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Sometimes you have all the equipment – but you really can’t think of anything to say. Other times, the reverse is true.
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Smitten, I’m sure . . . How can two walk (er, swim) together unless they are agreed ?
A goose couple at Lasalle Park, Burlington, Ontario.
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I visit LaSalle Park in Burlington, to try and get my bearings and to marvel at the majesty and serenity of the swans.
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Houses come in different shapes and sizes, of course, and are very different from land to land and culture to culture.
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We need to form more partnerships and find more friends to help us on our Journey.
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Prayer is talking to God, with God, connecting.
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I like to escape into history and to find through my own genealogical records some length and breadth and perspective for the living of my days.
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Ontario winter,
and roots in black soil of century past,
white covered, snow laden.
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Sure, I know it's later - by say, ahem at least 10 years or so . . .
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