Our family lost a really great man over the weekend. Without a doubt the wisest soul I’ve ever known.

When despair grows in me and I wake in the middle of the night at the least sound in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be, I go and lie down where the wood drake rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds. I come into the peace of wild things who do not tax their lives with forethought of grief. I come into the presence of still water. And I feel above me the day-blind stars waiting for their light. For a time I rest in the grace of the world, and am free. -Wendell Berry

Sifting

Jon the Handyman

Pretty much couldn’t be happier with this picture

I’m trying to power out Africa photos and actually work on the video I’ve been needing to put together. I don’t know what happened when I got back to the States, my motivation left me for a bit but I’m making a conscious effort to get this stuff out and to the school so they can begin to promote themselves adequately. Wish me luck.