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October 22, 2005

Painting, Wycliffe, and pumpkin ice cream

My first big painting. It's 3' by 3'10". Although I really enjoyed it, I think the way I would rather use paint is to paint on things, rather than just paint things. I am certain that this is why I am more attracted to abstract painting than representational (at least for my own doing). Painting abstractly is more about putting the paint on the canvas than making the paint on the canvas look like something else.

Last night I met Ron and Cathy Binder, missionaries who worked in Panama and Columbia translating the bible for a tribe called the Wounaan. I got to watch a play that was created to document their experience working with these people and the challenges that come with trying to learn and translate a new language, living in a totally foreign culture, and feeling inadequate to do God's work. It was fascinating to hear their stories of adventure and learning. It reminded me a little of the book Peace Child.

Last night I also had a bowl of pumpkin ice cream. Oh...my...goodness. It was that good. Like pumpkin pie a la mode all-in-one. So good. Worth getting, even if you are Vegan.

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October 09, 2005

My Sister's Twin

I am sitting out on my little patio, thoroughly enjoying weather that couldn't be more amiable. We are upstairs, so the tops of the trees are rustling, flitting, and dancing in the breeze. I keep getting whifs of what smells like fresh laundry and flowers. It reminds me of my Aunt Diana's house-- it always smells like clean linen, one of my favorite scents.

Autumn is coming. (A little later here than in other places; LA is so stubborn). One of our neighbors has a freshly carved pumpkin on their patio railing. It's smiling happily out at everyone who passes by; not one of those mal-intentioned gourds. I could be perfectly content just to sit here all evening. The dishwasher is humming away-- swish-swish-SHAW, swish-swish-SHAW, swish-swish-SHAW-- and every now and then an airplane goes by. The ice cream truck is playing "It's a Small World" in the neighborhood across the street.

My sister recently wrote about her experience out on her porch (A combination of two entries: 1 and 2). Some people look out at the moon and think of their sister far away, but I like to find myself in the same types of places where she would be. That's how I feel connected to her. Both of us sitting on our patios, dreaming about Nevada City in October, hot mulled cider, trick-or-treaters, and cozy jackets. I love you Kate.

-Lib

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