Tuesday, September 13, 2005
If you're not from the prairie....
There's a beautiful book by David Bouchard called, "If you're not from the prairie..."
In it, he writes -
If you're not from the prairie,
You've not heard the grass,
You've never heard grass.
In strong summer winds, the grains and grass bend
And sway to a dance that seems never to end.
It whispers its secrets - they tell of this land
And the rhythm of life played by nature's own band.
If you're not from the prairie,
You've never heard grass.
Well, my friends, we are asking you to pray for our prairie grasses and grains now. My little community has been set back again in their harvest by the 4 inches of rain we received on Saturday night. My second service was cancelled Sunday because the road to Loverna was impassable (it's gravel). I think some of the standing crops were either damaged or started to sprout from the rain, and the farmers are worried that the grains which have been swathed (cut) but not combined (harvested) will be damaged or downgraded. That being said, it didnt' rain much yesterday, and it hasn't rained today. All we need is some hot, windy, dry weather to help dry out the grains that are still o.k. to harvest. So we'll see if that happens.
I celebrated my 30th birthday on Sunday - strange because I actually feel 30. And it's not a bad thing. Who knew? I have so many friends who have freaked out about turning 30. I feel like I am finally catching up to myself.
My apologies to those who were frustrated by the 1/2 page of email addresses in my last letter. I think that I finally got that sorted.
Today I'm off to Oyen for more introductions etc.. This email is much shorter - I'll wait longer to send you my next newsletter - but just wanted the good wishes of the West Coast for our harvest here. The congregation keeps joking and saying they only wanted ME - not my weather!
Many blessings.
In it, he writes -
If you're not from the prairie,
You've not heard the grass,
You've never heard grass.
In strong summer winds, the grains and grass bend
And sway to a dance that seems never to end.
It whispers its secrets - they tell of this land
And the rhythm of life played by nature's own band.
If you're not from the prairie,
You've never heard grass.
Well, my friends, we are asking you to pray for our prairie grasses and grains now. My little community has been set back again in their harvest by the 4 inches of rain we received on Saturday night. My second service was cancelled Sunday because the road to Loverna was impassable (it's gravel). I think some of the standing crops were either damaged or started to sprout from the rain, and the farmers are worried that the grains which have been swathed (cut) but not combined (harvested) will be damaged or downgraded. That being said, it didnt' rain much yesterday, and it hasn't rained today. All we need is some hot, windy, dry weather to help dry out the grains that are still o.k. to harvest. So we'll see if that happens.
I celebrated my 30th birthday on Sunday - strange because I actually feel 30. And it's not a bad thing. Who knew? I have so many friends who have freaked out about turning 30. I feel like I am finally catching up to myself.
My apologies to those who were frustrated by the 1/2 page of email addresses in my last letter. I think that I finally got that sorted.
Today I'm off to Oyen for more introductions etc.. This email is much shorter - I'll wait longer to send you my next newsletter - but just wanted the good wishes of the West Coast for our harvest here. The congregation keeps joking and saying they only wanted ME - not my weather!
Many blessings.
