It takes a village

July 29, 2007 by Not Fainthearted

I’ve scanned in some pictures from previous trips to Holden to keep you company while I’m gone.

A final shot of the village. Again, I wish there was smell-o-vision for blogs. The scent of the cedar trees, the warm earth, fresh bread baking and the warmth of the sun or the cool rain on your skin all combine in the village to make an unforgettable sensory experience.

A year ago on This Journey I was struggling with Saturday Night blechs.

Author: Not Fainthearted

A paradox wrapped in an enigma playing the accordion. I'm a sinner-saint, child of God working at the cross-roads of church and world. A Deaconess called to connect people living near the center with people on the edge and to help your life sing (literally and figuratively) while doing it. People don't always get the deaconess part. Could be the swearing, the corporate job, or the wine.