Posts

All Categories
  • All Categories
  • Letters To My Friends
  • Meditations from the Morning Watch
  • My Fair Margaret
  • Poetry
  • Uncategorized
  • Until the Shadows Flee Away

A Merry Heart

By Laura Holt | January 29, 2015
  Proverbs 17:22  A merry heart doeth good like a medicine: but a broken spirit drieth the bones.     A little girl is wildly laughing; her mother, however, is not; she is upset and barking orders in Mende to the amused child.  I turn my attention from my work...

Meeting the Son

By Laura Holt | January 19, 2015
Planting out cucumber sets. It was a slow morning and my body just didn’t feel like dragging itself out to the garden.  Gardening in the tropics is very challenging and often sorely discouraging.  Eventually I made it out there but much later than my typical time...
dsc4942-e1410968701459-300x283

The Senegal Coucal

By gatherfragments | November 24, 2014
Until the Shadows Flee Away Song of Solomon 2:16-17 My beloved is mine, and I am his: he feedeth among the lilies. Until the day break, and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be thou like a roe or a young hart upon the mountains of Bether. [caption...