Tuesday

bus livin'


nights around the fire. cookin' like the pioneers. dust and dirt caked clothes. children having run of the desert. lovin' every minute. hauled water. no electricity. no phone. the luxery of a propne fridge. these are the days we are living. better than expected. learning to let go. really appreciating a long hot shower every few days...

3 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

what a wonderful world this can be....mk

12:36 PM  
Blogger skatey katie said...

OMG, eternal camping. you are one brave and adventurous family.

These are the days of the endless summer
These are the days, the time is now
There is no past, theres only future
Theres only here, theres only now

Oh your smiling face, your gracious presence
The fires of spring are kindling bright
Oh the radiant heart and the song of glory
Crying freedom in the night

These are the days by the sparkling river
His timely grace and our treasured find
This is the love of the one magician
Turned the water into wine

These are days of the endless dancing and the
Long walks on the summer night
These are the days of the true romancing
When Im holding you oh, so tight

These are the days by the sparkling river
His timely grace and our treasured find
This is the love of the one great magician
Turned water into wine

These are the days now that we must savour
And we must enjoy as we can
These are the days that will last forever
Youve got to hold them in your heart.


play it again, van.

1:21 PM  
Blogger sweetpea said...

so is the yurt still in the works? i hope so. :) i wanna see yurt construction pics!

6:33 PM  

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