Facebook posts from June

A promise fulfilled. My father took up yoga at 57. Never health-conscious, he became superbly fit, did a hour of yoga daily, walked for an hour, and died a spry 89 in 2005. I promised myself that when I became older and weaker, I would take up yoga. I have finally attended my first Iyengar Yoga yoga class, and love it. I think it’s going to be my form of exercise.

June 3rd

We’re celebrating Irene’s 10th birthday this weekend-a sleepover for 8 girls, in tents, in our paddock. Don’t tell me I’m crazy! “Insanity is doing the same thing, but expecting different results.” We had a camping sleepover for 22 people, children & adults in Virginia Beach for Zoe’s 9th birthday, so this is a lot tamer.

It’s raining! Pls pray we have gr8 weather for Irene’s camp-out tomorrow at 5. Roy just pointed out that I’m going to two parties before Irene’s–a Writers in Oxford party at 7.30 tonight and a leaving party tomorrow at 2. “Getting into the party spirit?” Roy asked sardonically!

Sleepover update. I now have five little girls installed in a tent with a midnight feast, telling GHOST STORIES!! I remember doing that myself, a kind of innoculation, chasing out terror with terror. Zoe, Roy, & her friends are struggling to put up a 70ies style tent one of her friends brought.

Anita Mathias unwinding post garden sleepover & brunch. It rained really heavily, & Zoe & friends crept into the house at 6 a.m. & READ THEIR BIBLES without waking us up–including Zoe’s atheist friend, E. whom she has sponsored to read the Bible in 3 months. Wow!

“I have come that they may have life and have it to the full” Jesus, John 10:10. Life in abundance, God’s plan for us, as we follow the road He has semi-visibly laid out & destined for our hobbit feet, a road we sense and discern thrgh prayer, trial & error.

“ to be together in community, to simply enjoy the beauty of creation, the love of people, and the goodness of God—these seem faraway ideals. There seem to be a mountain of obstacles preventing people from being where their hearts want to be. Henri Nouwen.