Old photos

Fun old photos, from Uncle Doug...


...of the two of us, c. 1983:




...and of darlin' Allison in Dallas, age 13:

Wicked Winter flows into softer Spring

(A delightful poem by a friend of ours.)


Wicked Winter flows into softer Spring,
not change for loss, but growth;
A constant circuit of renewal-repose.

While the sun, only a shadow of its Creator,
seeps through solid ground
To disquiet all that rests.

Whether by blanket of mist, rain or snow,
the smallest creatures are not forgotten
In sweet balance of diversity-fidelity.

And I in my pulsing chamber
am not much different
But to possess the gift of reason.

A gift or a curse?
I will not argue but rather submit
To every blessed pain-pleasure of growth.

-Jane Lucia Erikson, 1972

Right me up: "...your love stands firm forever..."

On our vacation last year to visit our wonderful family in Wisconsin, we grew fond of this song, State Radio's "Right Me Up"...

And then I happened across this sermon by Chris Taylor, referencing the song--and it seems to capture what first attracted us to the song.

Right Me Up