coffee. baileys. vanilla icecream.
The Soma Nightcap
11.22.2011
Over the weekend we attended Soma school. Ours was a mini-school, a two-day conference, that was held at our community church. We spent the days listening and learning about missional community living and then stayed up late energized by what we had learned, re-hashing and reviewing. We were inspired but also found that when a good vision runs head-long into reality it can be discouraging. Which only reinforced the knowledge that it takes a larger power for anything to really change or happen. A larger power and maybe a drink or two.
coffee. baileys. vanilla icecream.
coffee. baileys. vanilla icecream.
Waiting for snow
11.09.2011
We're checking the forecast and doing the snow dance but still nothing more then a few inches here and there. Just enough to limit activity up at higher elevations. We've been trying to keep things interesting by riding the local trails that we haven't been on before or riding the same trail in the opposite direction or convincing Denver to do something cool like eat-a-banana-while-scratching-his-chin-and-keep-pedaling. Super cool, right? We've by no means explored all the options but it's time for something new. Something new = Snow.
How about this:
Instead of this:
How about this:
Instead of this:
Cabin Fever
11.06.2011
We know some folks who have a cabin and spend lots of time at their cabin. Sometimes we're lucky enough to join them.
This man is passionate about fires. The good-kind of fires. The kind of fire that you watch and enjoy and warm your toes by, not the kind that will send you to jail.
Isn't this what cabin days are all about?
Don't let the picture fool you. These folks aren't nearly as mellow as they appear. Mr four-minute-mile-man and his wife (who is equally as fast) are the most committed runners I have ever met. Rain or snow, late night or early morning, these folks lace up their shoes and head out the door.
Their commitment to running and running fast is just a tiny example of the way they live life. They live life with purpose and intention. They are committed to living a life that serves and gives credit to Christ.
They are purposeful about community, family relationships and their relationship with each other. They are committed to healthy eating (even though eating healthy is expensive and is hard on a budget). They're committed to living on one income and raising a family. They're making decisions that are counter-culture because they belive in something bigger then themselves. And somehow, in the midst of all this intentional living mumbo-jumbo, they make life look like alot of fun.
The view of the Sierra Valley
This man is passionate about fires. The good-kind of fires. The kind of fire that you watch and enjoy and warm your toes by, not the kind that will send you to jail.
Isn't this what cabin days are all about?
Don't let the picture fool you. These folks aren't nearly as mellow as they appear. Mr four-minute-mile-man and his wife (who is equally as fast) are the most committed runners I have ever met. Rain or snow, late night or early morning, these folks lace up their shoes and head out the door.
Their commitment to running and running fast is just a tiny example of the way they live life. They live life with purpose and intention. They are committed to living a life that serves and gives credit to Christ.
They are purposeful about community, family relationships and their relationship with each other. They are committed to healthy eating (even though eating healthy is expensive and is hard on a budget). They're committed to living on one income and raising a family. They're making decisions that are counter-culture because they belive in something bigger then themselves. And somehow, in the midst of all this intentional living mumbo-jumbo, they make life look like alot of fun.
The view of the Sierra Valley
One Fine Fall Day
11.04.2011
Yesterday was a beautiful day
That took a terrible turn.
Asphalt isn't very forgiving and why oh why was I wearing my favorite jeans. I also put a nice hole in my down jacket and feathers were fluffing into the cool fall air as I hobbled all the way back to the truck.
That took a terrible turn.
Asphalt isn't very forgiving and why oh why was I wearing my favorite jeans. I also put a nice hole in my down jacket and feathers were fluffing into the cool fall air as I hobbled all the way back to the truck.
Fowl Play
Ma and Pa L. inherited a wide variety of feathered friends over the weekend. Some people that they knew were moving, so Pa gamely offered up the long abandoned chicken coop as a place of refuge for the wayward creatures.
Little did he know how numerous the huddled masses turned out to be. Out from the dark concealment of the trailer strutted no fewer than twenty-five Chickens, four turkeys, twelve guinea fowl, five chukars, and two pheasants. Here is a sampling of the hilarity:
Little did he know how numerous the huddled masses turned out to be. Out from the dark concealment of the trailer strutted no fewer than twenty-five Chickens, four turkeys, twelve guinea fowl, five chukars, and two pheasants. Here is a sampling of the hilarity:
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