A journey of faith shared in thoughts, prayers, people, places and life circumstances. Another way of looking at life with an opportunity for feedback.
Thursday, January 12, 2017
I love sailing. I find it exciting and relaxing. Peaceful and challenging. So this is what I'm thinking about while the temperature drops to minus 15 and all of the water within several hundred miles is frozen solid. My grandfather told stories about his childhood when the folks in this neck of the woods would go out with horse drawn sleds and cut huge blocks of ice from the lakes for their ice houses(those are not houses built from ice)!!! Dug into the ground and built from stone these buildings would house the blocks of ice throughout the hot weather and provide cooling for food stuffs. About the only thing needed from town were the staples that could not be grown on the farm. Salt, sugar, coffee, tobacco, and several other items that were needed to make life on the "Great American Desert" possible. It always amazes me the lengths to which our pioneer ancestors would go to provide for their needs. On the other hand the natives lived here for thousands of years and needed nothing which the earth did not provide. Therein lies the paradox. When people are 'civilized' they depend on others to provide for them. When people are independent they need nothing from anyone else but to be left alone. I like sailing!
I set a record for duration of stay at my previous location, Brookings, SD. Nine years does not seem all that long. We aren't done moving in, there are still boxes in the barn that I haven't unpacked from the last four addresses. My strongest desire is to be off and running, hot and fast, in pursuit of the next vision to guide my life. I truly believe this old Bed & Breakfast that we are in the process of converting is the vision God has given us. Thinking about the suitcases out in the barn I know for certain there is one that has had stuff in it since '69 and it's ready to go today. It was not until just recently that I came to the realization that I've got to stop living like I won't be here six months from now. That is unproductive! I pray God gives me enough years to really get settled before adjourning to my permanent home. That one not made with human hands but prepared for me from the beginning. I enjoy telling folks that I'm really not ready to go home yet, but my bags are packed, and my ticket was bought and paid for 2000 years ago.