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Cracks In The Logs

The New Year is blowing through the cracks in our cabin, and the wind smells of change. Of change and opportunity and purpose. We can almost taste it. 

The wind blew so strongly, quite spinning us all around, so that the direction that we found ourselves facing, was a completely fresh one. 

And the new view, is pretty exciting! 

 Although not all the changes are thrilling, when we think of Leo's upcoming cranial surgery, we feel overwhelmed and scared. The thought of our poor fellow's noggin going under the knife once again is daunting.

But the winds of change have caught us up, and we can only speed along with it. 



(with our trusty sidekicks and dear friends in tow)

 That though the wind may uproot us, and shake us about, that it will also deposit us gently, right in that place where we need to be. 

Leo is doing grand, although he and and some others of us have been battling a respiratory virus for the past couple weeks, which in addition to the coughing and runny nose, also has the added perk of losing your voice. At least it's been quieter around here. But that's the only thing that's been quiet. Our new year has started with a bang when we completely, and spontaneously, jumped into a new housing direction for us in the next couple of months. Though we will be sad to say goodbye to this cabin where so much as happened to us, where we have lived every extreme imaginable, it's time. Time to let go of the trauma, time to live. Let's go wind!

(by the way, no results as yet from the EEG, and we meet with surgeons next week!)


  1. I love this post, the pictures...and the words! Exciting, daunting, and ever with the wind! Stay warm this week...keep drinking :-)
    Love to you all

  2. keep us posted; we hope with you!

  3. we continue to place Leo into the loving arms of our Lord Jesus every morning, without fail.


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