We are the clay, you are the potter; we are all the work of your hand. ~Isaiah 64:8

Tuesday, August 12, 2014

Summer travels

We travelers, walking to the sun, can't see
Ahead, but looking back the very light
That blinded us shows us the way we came,
Along which blessings now appear, risen
As if from sightlessness to sight, and we
By blessing brightly lit, keep going toward
That blessed light that yet to us is dark.
--Wendell Berry 
Sabbaths 1999, VI

Kalliope and I went away - the two of us, intrepid travelers.  We flew far away to Washington state for a special visit.  We stayed in Seattle for a few days with a dear friend and her family. This is one of those friends with home whom you've shared your youth and early adulthood...and with whom you always feel a whiff of "home".  Then Kalliope and I drove through a piece of the Cascade Range (Wow - how beautiful!) to a charmed valley and the inviting town of Ellensburg.  There we visited very new friends, but ones with whom we share a great deal.  They showed us their town and schools and church...and shared their home and extended family.  These are those friends who, eventhough you've just met, you know you share a deep kinship.  A few days later we returned to Seattle for one last visit and then flew home.  But not before we stopped at Bakery Nouveau to get treats for our trip home.

It was good to get home, and yet, that trip was such a wonderful moment in time.

Here are some photos: