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Climate hopping | Itinerant Idealist
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Introducing… →. February 3, 2010 · 5:43 am. When you only have three days between trips, life feels a little open ended, days get blurry. There’s no set schedule, no mental black line of expectation framing in the hours of your day. I sort of drift through these interim spaces at home. I write, blog, get up to Yorkshire tea in the morning and my quiet time, then meander into whatever rest and richness I can find. Rivers in our streets. Wintered branches give me goosebumps. To pack. Wish me luck. I haven&...
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Speak what we feel | Itinerant Idealist
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Thin Places →. January 27, 2010 · 7:16 pm. Speak what we feel. I was in the house all alone just as dusk poured darkness in through all the windows on the eve of the conference. Upstairs, in my room, I was whirling about to very loud music, attempting to turn the exercise of packing my suitcase into an aerobic dance. To the blood-quickening uillean pipes of. Rock Island, 1931. I also cried. I think the shock of it (and I hate to admit this, I. That I like rock music? Is one of my favorite movies. Life is...
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I did it! I moved… | Itinerant Idealist
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February 12, 2010 · 12:17 am. I love this old blog and it will stay here forever. I might even occasionally post old things from it. But it was time to move on and expand and create with more design intricacy, and, well. Here we are. Come over, reset your bookmarks and continue the lovely conversation over at the new diggs. Oh, and I hope you think thoroughly is at least a little bit easier to spell that “itinerant.” Isn’t it? Joy to you all! 2 responses to “. February 12, 2010 at 1:44 am. Is a stellar r...
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February | 2010 | Itinerant Idealist
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Monthly Archives: February 2010. February 12, 2010 · 12:17 am. I love this old blog and it will stay here forever. I might even occasionally post old things from it. But it was time to move on and expand and create with more design intricacy, and, well. Here we are. Come over, reset your bookmarks and continue the lovely conversation over at the new diggs. Oh, and I hope you think thoroughly is at least a little bit easier to spell that “itinerant.” Isn’t it? Joy to you all! Three Cups of Tea. When you o...
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Cloisters | Itinerant Idealist
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Speak what we feel →. January 18, 2010 · 10:55 pm. It has been one of those quiet, hidden days,. Like the wind brushing past dark cypresses as they sway;. Or the murmur of a shell, pressed close to the ear,. Which only the keenest perception can hear. 8220;It is I, do not fear.”). I have flitted through this dusk of a day,. A moth in dim air,. Or as shadows of leaves tapping at my windowpane. Known only to him who has passed it with me. Traversing the cloisters alone,. Speak what we feel →. You are comme...
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January | 2010 | Itinerant Idealist
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Monthly Archives: January 2010. January 27, 2010 · 7:16 pm. Speak what we feel. I was in the house all alone just as dusk poured darkness in through all the windows on the eve of the conference. Upstairs, in my room, I was whirling about to very loud music, attempting to turn the exercise of packing my suitcase into an aerobic dance. To the blood-quickening uillean pipes of. Rock Island, 1931. I also cried. I think the shock of it (and I hate to admit this, I. Continue reading →. A moth in dim air,.
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Sarah | Itinerant Idealist
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February 12, 2010 · 12:17 am. I love this old blog and it will stay here forever. I might even occasionally post old things from it. But it was time to move on and expand and create with more design intricacy, and, well. Here we are. Come over, reset your bookmarks and continue the lovely conversation over at the new diggs. Oh, and I hope you think thoroughly is at least a little bit easier to spell that “itinerant.” Isn’t it? Joy to you all! February 10, 2010 · 8:25 pm. Three Cups of Tea. When you only ...
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Immensity | Itinerant Idealist
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I moved… →. February 10, 2010 · 8:25 pm. Three Cups of Tea. These days, that now-famous story about a stranded mountain-climber who stumbled off one of the harshest terrains in the world into the arms of an accommodating village in Baltistan. Deeply grateful, he later returned to build a school for the children of the people he had come to love in the tiny village of Korphe, even though the town sat on the edge of one of the most forbidding, remote places on earth. I moved… →. 8 responses to “. Yet in th...
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Books | Itinerant Idealist
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My own highly subjective, idiosyncratic list of favorite books. Click on the titles to read jottings (i.e., mini reviews) on them in past blog posts. I’m filling this out this slowly. Happy reading. A Place on Earth. The Hawk and the Dove. Cry, the Beloved Country. By Gene Stratton Porter. By Frederica Matthewes Green. Compiled by the Northumbria Community. By St Teresa of Avila. Christ Plays In Ten Thousand Places. By Madeleine L’Engle. The Evidential Power of Beauty. Edited by Thomas L. Martin. March 2...
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Itinerant Idealist | "She has plenty of courage, a strong faith and a native expectancy of good. Living with her is a high adventure." (William McGreel) | Page 2
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Newer posts →. January 15, 2010 · 3:59 pm. St Perpetua of Carthage, at Notre Dame. I must admit. For awhile today, she stymied me. I have been sitting in my chair this morning, yearning to know how,. Fallen. Hope and joy and beauty have to come to us from a source beyond ourselves. Like a spring of water, or the rising of the sun on darkened land, joy must come. What can bring the sort of joy that makes a violent death and the loss of your child something to laugh through? Whatever you are, fare you well...
