Where Did you Come From?

Our Rosebud - 5 days old.

The outpouring of love at the annoucement of Rosebud's birth moves me deeply. It's hard to find the words to express how rich the blessing of this little life is, but a poet has done it it for me.
Proceed with caution if you're not in a private place. This poem is likely to cause leaking eyes.

Where Did you Come From?

Where did you come from, baby dear?
Out of the everywhere into the here.

Where did you get those eyes so blue?
Out of the sky as I came through.

What makes the light in them sparkle and spin?
Some of the starry spikes left in.

Where did you get that little tear?
I found it waiting when I got here.

What makes your forehead so smooth and high?
A soft hand strok’d it as I went by.

What makes your cheek like a warm white rose?
I saw something better than any one knows.

Whence that three-corner’d smile of bliss?
Three angels gave me at once a kiss.

Where did you get this pearly ear?
God spoke, and it came out to hear.

Where did you get those arms and hands?
Love made itself into bonds and bands.

Feet, whence did you come, you darling things?
From the same box as the cherubs’ wings.

How did they all just come to be you?
God thought about me, and so I grew.

But how did you come to us, you dear?
God thought about you, and so I am here.

- George McDonald

P.S. Uncommon Blonde has been polishing her photography skills in the last year. I'm impressed.

A Rosebud that Weighs 7 lbs. 8 oz.

Addison Rose, the firstborn of my firstborn is here. She came 10 days early on Sat. July 11 at 7:53 a.m.

Uncommon Blonde called at 2:30 am on Sat. morning to let us know she was in labor and headed to the hospital. It's a 7 hour drive from our house to hers, so my plan was to be packed and hopefully hit the road when I got the call. I wasn't exactly packed. LOL. Addison arrived in less than 5 hours from start to finish. Really fast, especially for a firstborn. Isn't that awesome?! She was just a few hours old when I got here and I have had a grin on my face since this photo was taken on Saturday.

They came home from the hospital yesterday and everyone is doing well, lack of sleep notwithstanding. I'm going to be here for at least 10 days helping in every way I can. I feel like heaven has smiled on us big time. My heart is full.

Hospitality in the Rainforest

Today I’m taking you back to the Rainforest in Panama for a day like no other. I left off in my narrative after we had a refreshing break in this swimming pool and hiked back to the canoes. That’s when the rains began. (The average annual rainfall is 100 inches). That’s our Emberan Indian guides in the waterfall. We were taken to their village for lunch. We climbed a ladder to enter their gathering hut which was built entirely from a palm tree. The floor was very springy and looked as if it wouldn’t hold all of us. Thankfully it did. They build up off the ground for three main reasons: snakes, insects and rain. Our first course for lunch was large platters of watermelon, pineapple and papaya.

The main course was fried plantains and fish (Talapia fresh from the Chagres river)Served in beautiful disposable leaves. : )
After lunch, we went to a covered hut with a dirt floor for the dancing.
We all got in the act before it was said and done. For your information, the women now wear tops, but it has not always been so. A few older women were a la natural. The men have always worn one long loin cloth. As a concession to visitors, they now wear a beaded, decorative piece that covers their buns.
I was cold at this point because I was wet and the wind was blowing hard. So I asked through our interpreter what they do when they get cold. They have a blanket made of plant fiber for night time. They showed it to me and it was nothing like what I'd call a blanket.
I was ready for a hammock by this time too.
What a memorable day! Have I mentioned I love adventure?

Night of Terror

I don’t want to mislead you into thinking I was terrorized on Friday night. No, it wasn’t me. It was the peeps.

I woke up in the dead of night, as is my custom, prepared to lay there in the dark until sleep claimed me again. But I kept thinking I heard cheeping noises. I'm familiar with the normal night sounds of crickets and frogs, but as I strained my ears I felt pretty certain this was cheeps. I got out of bed and opened the back porch door to listen and then I was sure it was the peeps. So I shook Builderman awake and said, “Your peeps are cheeping when their supposed to be sleeping. You’d better check on them.”

I won’t give you the blow by blow details since I didn’t even want to know. But when Builderman came back in more than an hour later, the report was of massive casualties. Something had torn through the chicken wire and 12 of 15 chicks were dead or missing. Our first thought was that it was the coyotes that have been really close to the house recently. Here is the line-up of three perps. Which do you think is guilty of this crime?

A. Annie the Lab


B. Rocky Racoon



C. Wiley Coyote








We finally got back to bed and had almost drifted back to sleep when there was a clatter. Builderman jumped to his feet and grabbed the flashlight and ran outside to see red eyes glinting back at him from within the pen. He had placed boards over the torn chicken wire for a temporary repair at 2:30 in the morning and that sweet black lab pictured was busted… she was IN the coop. AGAIN. Our own dogs are guilty, guilty, guilty and have been in the dog house for days. Granted, they have a proclivity to hunt birds. Our expectations for their obedience exceeded the temptation that was before them. Hmmm. Sound oddly familiar?

All of this predatory activity around here really had me thinking, “what am I supposed to learn from this?”

preda•tory (pred′ə tôr′ē) adjective
1. of, living by, or characterized by plundering, robbing, or exploiting others

Does that definition bring to mind a scripture? Maybe John 10:10, which are some of those words in red letters?

“The thief does not come except to steal, and to kill, and to destroy.”

I’ve seriously pondered this whole thing for a few days and what I’ve learned is that we must be alert and vigilant. We have been given authority over the enemy but we have to speak it and enforce it. We will be safe as long as we don’t cower in fear, but we musn’t ignore the danger either.

The good news is the second part of the verse above! The warning is followed by encouragement,
“I have come that they may have life, and that they may have it more abundantly.”

So there you have it. Our 3 remaining chickens are blissfully carrying on. They’ll have company soon as Builderman is not easily deterred. And we've embraced the spiritual lesson and are armed and vigilant.

So forget the terror. We're not chickens.
May you prosper and be in good health, even as your soul prospers.

Meanwhile, Back at the Ranch…

I interrupt the regularly scheduled account of my trip to Central America to update you on some events at home.

First, the good news. Lou-Lou had surgery on her broken hip 10 days ago and is bouncing back. We’re astounded. When the doctors ordered tests to be sure that her 102 year old heart could withstand surgery, they declared with astonishment that it was strong and healthy. I understand she’s in a wheelchair and going to the dining room for meals. I’ll be going to see for myself this week. Amazing.

My other news pertains to predators. We seem to have them around our property right now.

When I returned from my trip, Builderman informed me that our cat is gone. Seems a coyote took him out. Tigger was born in June 1999 to unknown parentage. Died June 2009. He was adopted from the animal shelter in fulfillment of a long-held dream of Cupcake's when we moved to a new area. Her dad was vehement about never owning a cat. She prayed. He let her get a cat. Tigger considered himself to be a cat-dog since he had lived outside since being banned from the house years ago. Among other misdeeds, he shredded a large portion of carpet when he was accidentally shut in a bedroom. I am happy now for all the cold mornings last winter when I would go out with towels from the dryer and create him a nest of warmth. He will be missed and is mourned most of all by Cupcake. (Excuse the photo- the dogs love centerstage & Tigger was content with backstage.)

That’s not all though. The lastest news on the chickens is not so good. First, an update on their living quarters. Builderman has constructed a movable chicken coop (called a tractor) that the peeps moved to. Here's what it looks like. This will be their vacation home for them to take turns using after the Cackle House is complete. When Builderman undertakes a project, he does it right. : )
Friday night we didn't get much sleep because of these little rascals. But since I try not to do long posts and my friend ADHD Me has put cliff-hangers into my mind today, you’ll have to come back tomorrow to read the rest of the story... titled "Night of Terror".

Hasta mañana.

Survivor- Rainforest Style

There’s nothing like being seen at your worst with a group of business compadres to cement friendships. I’m not referring to a display of unbecoming behavior. I’m talking about being physically challenged to the point where you look like you’ve been used up, run over and then drowned. An unforgettable experience that I eagerly signed up for and would do so again in a heartbeat.

The most amazing day of my trip to Panama began early in the morning with a hike into the Rainforest. I was spellbound by the vivid lessons on parasites, pathogens, the life cycle, fungigation, competition and principles that are clearly applied to business and life. Prolific author, Michael Pink, shared awesome revelations that he continues to see and write about. (Click Here for a free copy of The Rainforest Strategy.) You'll be hearing more about this as I have affiliated with the Rainforest Business Institute as a success coach.

Being a Floridian, I was acclimated to the heat and humidity but still drank several bottles of water during the excursion. We’d been advised to wear clothes that dry quickly and I had erroneously assumed that was because of expected rain. I was soaked long before the downpour. All the same, it was an exhilarating adventure.

Next, we piled into a van to venture to another rainforest in the country’s interior (Panama is about the size of S. Carolina but is only 115 miles across at its widest point.) We were met by a small group of indigenous Embera Indians and slid down the bank clambered into their dugout canoes for a trip up the Chagres river.

We hiked along a creek bed, sometimes needing to be in the creek itself, because the rainforest itself is literally an impenetrable barrier right down to the rivers and creeks. You’d have to have a machete to venture even 3 feet into the bush and that is prohibited since the Rainforests are now protected in Panama.I didn’t see much more than my feet and the river rocks during that hike since it took all of my concentration to stay ON my feet. It was slippery and uneven all the way back to a beautiful cold pool with a waterfall. I didn’t have to think twice about jumping right in. We all acted like a bunch of children in that beautiful spot. Talk about the break that refreshes!As we headed back, the rains began. Sheets of rain. I’m talking a torrential downpour that lasted for hours. I found out why they’d recommended a hat as we made our way along in the boat. I used my cap to keep the water out of my eyes so I could see the sharp lightning popping in the sky. The Indian guides seemed unconcerned and I determined that since I’d lived through many similar events on the Econfina Creek at home (in an aluminum canoe at that) that I’d be fine.

Next installment is lunch at the Embera village…

P.S. I'm staying close to home for the 4th as my quota for adventure has been met this week. Have a great weekend!

Ola, Amigas!

A mind that has been stretched by a new idea (experience) will never return to the same shape again. That fact is one of the main reasons I love to travel.

Freshly returned from a rich adventure in the Republic of Panama, I am brimming with impressions and aware that I could write a book about what I learned. Since you will be getting chapter installments once I have time to write them, I’ll simply start today with some sensory impressions; samples of some of the flavors of the trip.

Awakening before dawn and climbing into the hammock on my balcony to listen to the rainforest come alive. (I took this photo from my balcony my first morning there)
The sharp, rich taste of fresh Columbian coffee awakening the taste buds.

The sound of many languages; primarily Spanish but Portuguese, French, the dialect of the Amberan Indian and many which were unidentifiable to me.

The suffocating humidity that turned to steam in the afternoons when the torrents of rain fell in sheets from the low-hanging clouds.

The smell of decaying organic matter in the rainforest; not an unpleasant smell but the fragrance of accelerated cycles of life.

The holy hush of the deep forest that imparted the sense of being in a magnificent cathedral.

New friends, overflowing with the character of God and walking in grace and integrity. Not an ordinary person among them.

There’s another great thing about traveling; coming home! Life is good.