Holy Tornado

To see the soul of your comrade listen carefully to his music.

Friday, October 28, 2005

The Nooksack River

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The three tributaries of the Nooksack River, North, South and Middle Fork, cascade down from glaciers within the Mt. Baker National Forest, converging into one body near the small settlement of Deming, in Washington State.
The native Salish tribe named the river 'Noot-sa-ack' for the bracken fern growing along it's banks , which was a food staple.
The old timers say the river used to be so thick with salmon that you could walk on their backs. As a child I fished that river many times with my family.
My day trip to the river last summer kept me and my camera very busy and I have a large photo file to prove it.
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I'm still trying to learn if seeds trapped in glacial ice for hundreds of years can germinate and grow in the silt covered riverbanks, as I found several plants I had not seen before when I was there last summer.
The above plant (not an ancient) I believe is a type of Yarro, very pungent fragrance and used for medicinal purposes. I think it's cute.
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I took many photo's, some look rather abstract, like this shot of tree roots which have been washed in sand for a long time.
There is a lot of beauty on this planet. We just need to take the time to look for it.



Tuesday, October 25, 2005

Out With The ACLU!!!

Those of us who are 'informed' have enough knowledge of the ACLU to know they are an 'unnecessary evil' and a threat to America.
My Idaho cousin sent me the following info, which I believe needs to be shared.
Please take time to click and read. The more we know the better equipped we can be.
Ignorance is not bliss.

Sunday, October 23, 2005

THE STAG

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As I was looking out my kitchen window a few days ago, I noticed a doe walking down the trail between my neighbor's and my yard.
When I looked back to the trail head, there, perfectly framed by the shrubbery on either side and was a stag, large mahogany antler's glistening in the morning dew.

He stood perfectly still except for his huge ears, which he twitched from side to side, listening for any sign of danger. Then slowly he followed his doe. I ran for my camera and was only able to get a few shots before they were gone.

Deer are beautiful creatures, but during their breeding season, which is now, the buck is not the most friendly critter. He is extremely posessive of his harem, and has been known to attack humans, causing severe injury. I don't get very close this time of year.
Just take a good look at the warning in this guy's eye!
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Monday, October 17, 2005

PRAYER REQUEST

I have never asked for prayer on my blog before. But since I know some believers visit occassionally, I ask that if you feel led, please pray for my granddaughter and her little one.
I won't go into all the details. Our Heavenly Father knows all about it. So please just hold up Mountain Mama's precious granddaughter and her baby.
I am eternally grateful.
Thank you and May our Lord bless you

SPIRIT OF FIRE

The Holy Spirit comes to hearts broken, by a love lost, a faith shattered, a hope crushed, a Savior crucified.
When all is dark and emptiness echo's death's distant taunt, when sacred sacred rituals falls short, traditional prayers ring hollow, words fail and consolation eludes,

Suddenly a mighty, rushing wind rocks our cloistered egos and we, who were dead and powerless, revive.

Joy erupts. Joy such as one universe much less one heart cannot contain.
Peace in ever swelling waves flows and floods the soul. Festering wounds heal pink with new promise.

And lacking earthly words to sufficiently praise God, strange tongues, new and wonderful open channels of grace between us and all who live and all who have ever lived and all who ever will. And I who was one am now many and we who were many are now one with God.

Just think. Had Jesus never come we would not be saved. Had He never left we would have never known how much He remains within us.

{I don't know the author of this, but I think it is beautiful}

Saturday, October 15, 2005

OBITUARY

Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, Mr. Common Sense. Mr. Sense had been with us for many years. No one knows for sure how old he was since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape.
He will be remembered as having cultivated such value lessons as knowing when to come in out of the rain, why the early bird gets the worm and that life isn't always fair.

Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don't spend more than you earn) and reliable parenting strategies (adults, not kids, are in charge). His health began to rapidly deteriorate when well intentioned but overbearing regulations were set in place. - Reports of a six-year-old boy charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate; teens suspended from school for using mouthwash after lunch; and a teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly student, only worsened his condition. Mr. Sense declined even further when schools were required to get parental consent to administer aspirin to a student; but, could not inform the parents when a student became pregnant and wanted to have an abortion.

Finally, Common Sense lost the will to live as the Ten Commandments became contraband; churches became businesses; and criminals received better treatment than their victims. Common Sense finally gave up the ghost after a woman failed to realize that a steaming cup of coffee was hot, she spilled a bit in her lap, and was awarded a huge financial settlement.

Common Sense was preceded in death by his parents, Truth and Trust, his wife, Discretion; his daughter, Responsibility; and his son, Reason. He is survived by two stepsiblings; My Rights and Ima Whiner.

IN THE GARDEN

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An oldie but goodie.
Here are Johnny and Aimee, sitting in one of my flower gardens.
This was taken in 1992 when they were two years old.

Friday, October 14, 2005

NOTICE

I just want to make it clear I am accepting comments. It seems there has been a misunderstanding by some.
It is only the argumentive comments I am banning.

Wednesday, October 12, 2005

THE OLD BARN

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She was built at a time when horse drawn wagons hauled the hay. Her walls were tight and strong. She was a warm abode for cattle to rest at night, and a haven from the freezing winter storms.
She sheltered her friends as they labored to bring their young into the world and her mangers held the sweet golden hay they craved.
Field mice made little homes of hay in her dark corners and Sparrows built nests in the rafters while the cats raised their litters in the haymow.

For over a hundred years she stood, a place of warmth and comfort, a
place of rest and new life.
Dependable year after year, and a faithful friend to her inhabitants, she grew to know each of her family, and watched the generations come and leave.

Then one day, they were all gone. The cattle, the sparrows, even the mice.
Alone she stands, her faded fortress a reminder of long past days, when life thrived within the safety of her walls.
Her planks now weatherworn and shrunken, allow the winds and streaks of sunlight to enter her lonely sanctuary.

The farmers long abandon hand cultivator leans lopsidedly against the rotted boards of the wall with a coat of cobwebs, heavy with dust, draped from handle to handle.
The grass grows tall around her skirt, and brambles climb to the eaves reaching for the sun.

At night the bats still seek shelter under her badly decaying roof, and Mr. Moon casts a lonley glow over her forlorn body.
She served well through the many generations, now she rests, her purpose fufilled.

On hot summer days, I close my eyes and hear the long silent, laughing voices of the children as they run in the grassy meadow, "tag, you're it!" I see the short legged Scotty pup barking along side them, long tail wagging happily.
I hear the snapping of dried ground vetch pods as they explode in the hot sun, casting seed for next years crop.
The constant drone of honeybees on the blackberry blossoms, and the Robin calling her young to the cherry tree, is background music as the clanking of cowbells rings through the field, and is carried to me on the scent of fresh mown hay.

Memories, how sweet they linger~~~






Sunday, October 09, 2005

TALKING ON THE MOUSE!

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My great grandson Kenny came for a visit today,. This two year old charmer discovered my office behind a door he was previously unable to open.
I found him sitting in my chair, with the mouse to his ear, obviously thinking it was a telephone. I grabbed my camera and got this cute shot.

MINUTEMEN: Addition To Our Troops

For all those who so vehemently disagree with the Minutemen guarding our borders:
1. Does the word 'ILLEGAL' mean anything to you? If you are a law abiding citizen, it should.
Webster's definition: illegal, PROHIBITED by law, AGAINST the law.
(The Minutemen are NOT breaking the law, the illegal aliens are)

2. Legals come through government patroled border crossings, with proper documentation on their person. Some illegals try. Other illegals are found sneaking through the woods and trespassing private property endangering the lives of everyone involved.

3. I and most who approve the Minutemen do not have a problem with LEGAL immigration.
When my American and Canadian ancestors immigrated, they did so legally, and guess what, the Native Americans in Massachusetts welcomed them.
There were laws and rules then too, and they were expected to be obeyed. Lawbreakers were harshly disciplined in the early days, which is how it should be now.

4. It is the responsibility of the American government to secure our borders and provide protection for the American people as well as the legal aliens who visit here.
It is obvious the government is NOT providing that protection. 9-11 is only one example of their failure.
We are told the lack of security is due to a lack of funds. If this is so, then I would like to know how they can send yet another ship to the moon for funzies to the tune of Billions of the taxpayers money, meanwhile illegals are pouring into the USA, many of which are terrorists, hell bent on the destruction of America and Canada as well. Guess what friend, you and I, we the people, are America and Canada.
Someone has to cover our backs. If this group of men and women have the fortitude to try, you should be applauding them and be thankful they may be stopping the terrorist who would like to blow your arse off.

5. When I visit a blog and do not agree with the contents, I simply move on. I do not leave argumentive comments. If the subject matter is something I feel strongly about I may post about it on my own blog.
In the past I have left my blog open for comments in agreement or disagreement of my convictions, however I have learned this can ruin a blog for many readers, so I will no longer allow 'hit-and-run' troll's to dump their nasties here.

Friday, October 07, 2005

A PRECIOUS PROMISE

He who dwells in the secret place of the Most High shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty.
psalm 91:1

Thursday, October 06, 2005

ANOTHER CAN OF WORMS

It seems I have opened another can of worms by sharing my opinion of the Minutemen in Whatcom County.
I believe in what they are doing and I back them. They are making a statement, just like many protesters do every day. My prayer is that the government will see that our borders are miserably unsafe and secure them as they have promised.

The negative comments of one young man have only shone a brighter light on the serious problem we have with those who do not see the word 'illegal' when we speak of some aliens, but group them together, legal and illegal as though there is no difference.
They apparently have not done their homework and do not know that 'terrorists' are coming through our borders illegally. The same terrorists that made 9-11 a nightmare we will not forget, and the same terrorists who would love the opportunity to blow up Americans including those who condone illegal aliens .

For the record, I have no prejudice within my soul. I descend from many nationalities and respect them all. I also respect the laws of the United States of America, which have been created so we as a people can live together UNDER GOD, in harmony, without fear of annhilation by some misguided terrorist. Laws are made for our protection, not to be broken. When they are broken there must be correction. This stands for Americans as well as aliens, illegal or otherwise.

A law is only as good as it's enforcement. Anyone coming through the borders without clearance is breaking the law. We need more enforcement to back up that law, and we need it immediately.

I do not use illegal drugs, and do not purchase drugs outside the USA.
I love my country and I voted for President Bush. I do not agree with every decisision he has made but continue to pray for guidance for him as well as all of our political leaders.

For all who think it is unfair to make aliens go by the laws of the United States of America. Did you ever wonder why they want to leave their own country so badly. Did you ever consider that it may be in part because of the same lawlessness they are practicing as they sneak through our border crossings?

If you want to live in America, live by our rules and laws or stay in your own country.



Tuesday, October 04, 2005

MINUTEMEN

Here in Whatcom county, a group of men and women, who call themselves Minutemen, have taken it upon themselves to stand guard at our border crossings. This morning's news remarked that Pres. Bush called them Vigilantes.
Yup, I guess thats what they are all right.
Whatcom County Authorities said it is ok for the Minutemen-Vigilantes to be there and guard our borders as long as they don't break the law.
Yes, they carry weapons. I would too if I was trying to keep terrorists from invading my town which is only about 30 minutes from the Canadian border. Obviously paint ball guns and pea shooters don't work in this sort of situation.

How do I feel about this? Well, actually I feel safer. It is obvious that our border patrols cannot do it for lack of employees, etc, so if the citizens of my town take it upon themselves to protect me, I say more power to them. I see them as an addition to our Troops in Iraq. Unfortunately they don't get paid for this service, which brings to mind another situation I have been bothered about.

If the Gov. can spend Billions of the taxpayers money to sent yet another ship to the moon, for God only knows what reason, (pride? look what we can do? whatever) It seems they could spend more to beef up our border patrols to keep out the damned terrorists, especially since we are sending thousands of our precious men and women to Iraq to fight the wicked jackasses. "What about our own back yard?"
There used to be a saying about cleaning up your own back porch before you complain about someone elses.
Don't get me wrong. I believe in what we are doing in Iraq. I simply want the same interest shown at our US borders.