Nobody of any real culture, for instance, ever talks nowadays about the beauty of sunset. Sunsets are quite old fashioned. To admire them is a distinct sign of provincialism of temperament. Upon the other hand they go on. –Oscar Wilde I snapped this picture from the Sunset Cafe in Paphos two weeks ago while…
Category: Travel
Sweeter Than Oranges…
This picture was taken in Lofou, Cyprus, an ancient, stone village tucked away in the foothills of the Troodos Mountains. Some say the village is about 700 years old. I love this place. Sometimes I close my eyes and imagine myself ambling down its rough and narrow stone streets that were made once to accommodate just a donkey or small wagon….
That Bubble I Live In…
Well, Wayne and I are back in our own little lentil patch here in Texas, pulling the weeds, turning over the soil, planting, watering, and endeavoring to produce a harvest from that which the Lord has entrusted to us in our small corner of the world.
‘Take Me Home Country Road to the Place I Belong…’
We are sitting in the Lufthansa lounge in Larnaka, Cyprus, on our way home via Frankfurt. Our plane will touch down in Dallas in about 24 hours. We left our daughter in a puddle of tears. It was a hard good-bye, because we had so much fun! The up side is that she bounces back…
The Stars Tonight
Wayne and I took a trip to Nicosia, the capital of Cyprus, this afternoon. It is about an hour and a half from the Troodos mountains where we are staying. Nicosia is a very interesting city as the only divided capital in the world–half Turkish Cypriot and half Greek Cypriot. There is much to see,…
Cyprus Pine
We spent the day teaching and interacting with the students of the Gateway Beyond discipleship school. What amazing young people, who are radical for God and serving Him in the nations. I always receive more than I give out when I come. These young people challenge me in profound ways to give all, to hold nothing back. To…
To Hope
No explanation for this poem, just watching the Mediterranean Sea and the wind and pondering…
The Sea Tastes of Serenity
“Boredom is the feeling that everything is a waste of time; serenity, that nothing is.” – Thomas S. Szasz Yassas! Informal “hello” in Greek. I am looking at the Mediterranean Sea as I write this and thinking about serenity. Also I am trying to remember why I didn’t want to take this trip. The reason…
Ready, Set, Believe
I wrote this poem after we had spent half a day with Tamara, our Russian guide, in Moscow touring the Kremlin, Red Square, Lenin’s Tomb, and the Russian Crown Jewels.
More Than the Grains of Sand…
That’s me on the beach this morning, intrigued with the sand and water in South Beach, Miami. Right. Well, maybe I looked like this a few years ago. But my husband and I did walk on the beach this morning at sunrise, and it was glorious. Well, he ran on the beach and I walked. Really I resisted just…
Bonnie Saul Wilks 