Not sleeping at the moment. Midnight in central Iceland. Sun still up. Good memory of dramatic scene in pic – overlooking great gifts near and...

It didn’t take us long to fill up this small room in Iceland with our bags and gear. In this photo, E has taken a break from open bed gymnastics, H is putting on his shoes, W is (unseen) in the shower, and S — bless her heart — is trying to bring some semblance of order to...

After climbing in bed tonight, E said: “This is our last night spent in the United States of America for a long time.” It was a day well spent. Some images from among our last on home...

Thanks to @SCrais, here’s a recording of some prayer we received this evening in Tennessee. With gratitude to Pastor Dennis Kezar.

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I’m currently reading Truman Capote’s short story titled “The Grass Harp.” In many ways, it reminds me of Wendell Berry’s stories about Port William. On winter afternoons, as soon as I came in from school, Catherine hustled open a jar of preserves, while...