Euphony

Shelter by Sarah Mclachlan

They’re crowded into the smallest spaces

While outside all of nature cries

It’s known to be cruel and unfair

But there is no place to hide

Oh I’ve seen a part of people that I never really want to share

Oh I’ve seen a part of people that I never knew was there

Chorus

Shelter - give them shelter from the coming storm

Shelter - give them shelter from the coming storm

I can’t sleep haunted by their faces

The sadness in their eyes

It hurts so much to see them helpless

It makes me want to cry

But still there is so much left unanswered

For so many innocent lives

They close the doors and are letting nobody in

And only the strong will survive

Chorus

I’ve seen the anger and I’ve seen all the dreams
And I’ve watched an existence torn apart by the seams

And though I may seem helpless

I will do all that I can do

Oh I’ve seen a part of people that I never really want to share

Oh I’ve seen a part of people that I never knew was there

Chorus

blunders, misprisions, accidents

Me just after taking a swim in the stream. So it wasn't very deep, but I did get my head under the water.
Vuyo (and I) in the tent, hiding from the rain.

Vuyo is being trained for search and rescue! Need to get out there and put some time into his learning.

I went backpacking in the South San Juan wilderness in Colorado for Labor Day weekend. It was supposed to be a 3-day hike, but it started raining super early Sunday morning and so we stayed in camp instead of packing up wet tents. It rained solidly until about 4 am Monday morning. Whew! What craziness, everyone in the group keeps a good attitude mostly so it still remains enjoyable enough amidst the sogginess.

I have been spending a lot of time this year contemplating contentment: with stuff and life situations; what does it mean to be content and how is contentment different from complacency? The learning and exploring continues as I experience discontentment. Albuquerque can be difficult for me sometimes because I tend to feel stagnant and confined, I am not putting roots down here (despite having lived here most of my life). :) So discontentment makes me feel like something needs to change, but what will restore that harmony? Is it a perspective issue or situational?

Kathleen Norris has a book being released in a little over a week about acedia: described as a slothful, soul-weary indifference ; "the noonday demon" that attacks the hungry, weary soul, making us run from God's love in the middle of our days.

A friend recently wrote me saying that while I am looking at life from an issue of contentment, her view through the kaleidoscope's lens is one of faith and trust.