In the literal sense of the word.
Spectacular colors of the San Bois Mts. perched on top of a cliff overlooking the cave.
An Okie Oasis this time of year.
Ribeyes, cornish game hens, veggies grilled over the campfire.
Breaking in our new set of camping gear. Deo gracias.
Woke up to a flock of geese flying across the picturesque lake. Made in God's likeness, their life reflects His divine order and beauty.
Pics to be uploaded soon, time permitting.
Wednesday, October 31, 2018
Monday, October 22, 2018
Fall Weather, Camping Trip
Fall Weather:
A healing balm from the extremes of August heat and humidity. The mind becomes more clear with crisper temperatures. The body feels more bouncy and less bogged down by the fatigue of summer dehydration.
I think about the four seasons, how they are like life. In Spring, things come to life; in Summer they live to abudance; in the Fall things slow down; and in Winter they die.
But of all the people over the years I've asked "So, what is your favorite season?" the majority seem to say Fall.
Perhaps that is because in this life we do not experience ever a permanent, sustained state of pleasure and joy, as symbolized at least in Summer. Perhaps the best we can hope for in terms of happiness this side of the grave are reliefs from the extremes forces of nature, and a bit of comfort now and then. Like relief from summer heat, and a quiet solace drinking a whiskey in front of the fireplace.
Camping Trip:
Treated myself to a new set of camping gear last weekend: tent, stove, table, cooler, canopy shade covering, etc.
Planning on next weekend at Robber's Cave in OK. Hiking, bouldering, cave exploring, fishing, cooking, and fire building.
Will share photos!
A healing balm from the extremes of August heat and humidity. The mind becomes more clear with crisper temperatures. The body feels more bouncy and less bogged down by the fatigue of summer dehydration.
I think about the four seasons, how they are like life. In Spring, things come to life; in Summer they live to abudance; in the Fall things slow down; and in Winter they die.
But of all the people over the years I've asked "So, what is your favorite season?" the majority seem to say Fall.
Perhaps that is because in this life we do not experience ever a permanent, sustained state of pleasure and joy, as symbolized at least in Summer. Perhaps the best we can hope for in terms of happiness this side of the grave are reliefs from the extremes forces of nature, and a bit of comfort now and then. Like relief from summer heat, and a quiet solace drinking a whiskey in front of the fireplace.
Camping Trip:
Treated myself to a new set of camping gear last weekend: tent, stove, table, cooler, canopy shade covering, etc.
Planning on next weekend at Robber's Cave in OK. Hiking, bouldering, cave exploring, fishing, cooking, and fire building.
Will share photos!
Saturday, October 20, 2018
The Best of Times, the Worst of Times
That's how the book starts out, and pretty much sums up life for me during this age in human history. For that matter, for any age, which is the point.
The City of God vs. The City of Man, as ol' St. Augustine said. That dynamic plays out everywhere, be it in the 4th century or the 21st century; be it in the contemporary metropolis or out in the hillbilly boonies.
A day doesn't go by I don't witness this perennial dynamic. An uncouthe cashier later warm and helpful. A coworker ossilates between civility and cattiness. One driver let's you merge, another shakes their head "not today buddy."
The human drama.
Was musing last night over cigars with friends about Oklahoma. Oklahoma. Land of almost the least educated of Americans, with a church, fast food restaurant, and meth lab on nearly every corner.
You've got these cantankerous, "ornery" as we say here, Okies, who will react as quickly to help you change a tire as they would to OU losing a Saturday football game. The Heartland. The mind may be clouded here, but hearts do abound with Salt of the Earth, homespun Christian ways.
Oktoberfest in Tulsa this weekend!
Happy Fall weather!!
Go Sooners!!!
The City of God vs. The City of Man, as ol' St. Augustine said. That dynamic plays out everywhere, be it in the 4th century or the 21st century; be it in the contemporary metropolis or out in the hillbilly boonies.
A day doesn't go by I don't witness this perennial dynamic. An uncouthe cashier later warm and helpful. A coworker ossilates between civility and cattiness. One driver let's you merge, another shakes their head "not today buddy."
The human drama.
Was musing last night over cigars with friends about Oklahoma. Oklahoma. Land of almost the least educated of Americans, with a church, fast food restaurant, and meth lab on nearly every corner.
You've got these cantankerous, "ornery" as we say here, Okies, who will react as quickly to help you change a tire as they would to OU losing a Saturday football game. The Heartland. The mind may be clouded here, but hearts do abound with Salt of the Earth, homespun Christian ways.
Oktoberfest in Tulsa this weekend!
Happy Fall weather!!
Go Sooners!!!
Monday, October 1, 2018
Celebrating. Oklahoma One Small Step Closer to a Catholic Culture
Can now buy wine in the grocery store. :)
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