grey contour feathers fluff,
weary pinkish claws hold fast--
steady, despite odds.

Breathe in, breathe out… YOU AND I ARE ALIVE!
Sitting. Teaching. Walking. Cooking. Parenting. Running. All with a smidgen of poetry thrown in for good measure.
grey contour feathers fluff,
weary pinkish claws hold fast--
steady, despite odds.

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This Adventure in Baking started out as a father-son activity--something to fill a few hours on a late December afternoon. I had shared with him my (new) interest in baking so invited him to help--and even at nearly fifteen years of age, who can resist the urge to mix up ingredients and watch them grow?Posted by Scotty at 2:41 PM 0 comments

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"We hear the beating of wings over Bethlehem and a light that is not of the sun or of the stars shines in the midnight sky. Let the beauty of the story take away all narrowness, all thought of formal creeds. Let it be remembered as a story that has happened again and again, to men of many different races, that has been expressed through many religions, that has been called by many different names. Time and space and language lay no limitations upon human brotherhood."~New York Times, 25 December 1937
When last we left our manger, the plaster inhabitants had all arrived, except, that is, for the center of attraction. Traditionally, in our family, the plastic Baby Jesus stays out of the manger until Christmas Eve, at which time he is placed in the cardboard cradle at the center. As you can see form the pic above, He made it safely to His appointed spot for (roughly) the twentieth year(!) in a row.Posted by Scotty at 3:18 PM 0 comments