{"id":1272,"date":"2009-10-12T03:50:00","date_gmt":"2009-10-12T07:50:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/johncohn.org\/base\/2009\/10\/12\/sunday-night-dark-glass\/"},"modified":"2009-10-12T03:50:00","modified_gmt":"2009-10-12T07:50:00","slug":"sunday-night-dark-glass","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/johncohn.org\/base\/2009\/10\/12\/sunday-night-dark-glass\/","title":{"rendered":"Sunday night – dark glass"},"content":{"rendered":"

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What an incredibly beautiful day !\u00a0 Though it<\/p>\n

started rainy, the day blossomed into one of those days that makes your<\/p>\n

heart stand still.. Beautiful blue skies, brilliant leaves, clear<\/p>\n

air… I only need one day like this a year to remember why I live<\/p>\n

here. It filled me up. <\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Diane and I decided to make the<\/p>\n

most of the day and head up to Richford to See our friends Lucy and<\/p>\n

Victor.. and friend Beckett who’s up visiting from… (where ? .. Ct ?)<\/p>\n

Lucy, Beckett and Diane are old yoga buddies.. all limber and grounded<\/p>\n

people.. So we did what grounded and limber people do when they<\/p>\n

congregate.. we took a hike… !. <\/p>\n

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Lucy<\/p>\n

and Victor live in a beautiful place in Richford right on the Canadian<\/p>\n

border.. by right on.. I mean that you can walk out their back door and<\/p>\n

into Canada.. If you don’t get caught by one of the patrol<\/p>\n

helicopters..\u00a0\u00a0 <\/div>\n

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As illustration, the pond is in the US.. the trees behind are mostly in Canada.. <\/div>\n

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Our<\/p>\n

hike took us down a sunny road past some ponys that had recently moved<\/p>\n

in with Lucy’s neighbors. (n-n-n-n-neigh-bors !) Their previous owner<\/p>\n

was very ill.. and had not been able to care for these guys.. as a<\/p>\n

result their mains were now in dreadlocks.. a cool look for them !<\/div>\n

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We<\/p>\n

squished through some wet fields to a VAST snowmobile trail.. then out<\/p>\n

into some brilliant pastures.. it could not have been more beautiful..<\/p>\n

of course… it’s hard to capture on a small camera that is covered by<\/p>\n

dust from the crud in your pocket.. but here’s my attempt. <\/div>\n

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Here’s victor, diane, becket and Lucy .. <\/div>\n

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\u00a0I found this sign pretty funny..\u00a0\u00a0 <\/div>\n

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I<\/p>\n

enjoyed looking down as much as I enjoyed looking up.. we went through<\/p>\n

patches of mostly brown leaf litter.. then mixed red, orange and<\/p>\n

yellow.. then mostly yellow.. .. the soun and smell is uniquely fall. <\/div>\n

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I put a samstone in a tree with a nice leaf backdrop.. Being in the woods always makes us feel closer to Sam.. \n<\/div>\n

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We lost the trail, bu tcame upon and abandoned orchard.. Great sweet apples.. just watch out for the works !\n<\/div>\n

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I picked up some Styrofoam litter on the ground .. Diane said I looked like mosis coming down from the mount. \n<\/div>\n

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Whadaya think ? \n<\/div>\n

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I mentioned that we were right on the boarder.. so<\/p>\n

close, that I couldn’t resist the ourge to cross it.. several times.. I<\/p>\n

think you can get arrested for doing that.. but..\u00a0 \n<\/div>\n

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Diane suggested it would be a good place to put a samstone.. in the no-man’s zone between the two countries.. \n<\/div>\n

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Here it is.. my left foot is in canada.. my right in the US.. now.. how do I put that on my map ? \n<\/div>\n

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We headed home around 4… here’s camels hump as we began the drop into Richmond where we live..\u00a0\u00a0 What a great day… \n<\/div>\n

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We had a wonderful surprise waiting for us when we<\/p>\n

came home. Our friend Peter had sent us a song he’d written as part of<\/p>\n

his song writing camp this summer. It’s about Sam’s passing.. It’s a<\/p>\n

really beautiful piece…\u00a0 It means so much to me that he’d write this<\/p>\n

for Sam.. and for us.. it’s called.. Dark Glass…<\/p>\n

Dark Glass by Peter B. <\/p>\n

(for John)
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All the Things that <\/p>\n

men & angels said<\/p>\n

Crowding up <\/p>\n

inside of my head<\/p>\n

Since that day when charity failed<\/p>\n

Your life it <\/p>\n

passed before mine<\/p>\n

You flew <\/p>\n

right out of time, <\/p>\n

left a lonely nest in my heart<\/p>\n

What I know now, <\/p>\n

I really didn\u2019t know then<\/p>\n

I\u2019m looking through<\/p>\n

A dark, dark glass<\/p>\n

You\u2019re the one who <\/p>\n

played so fast<\/p>\n

no idea, <\/p>\n

How long life could last<\/p>\n

Are there no more wise words to say?<\/p>\n

Put away, <\/p>\n

Those child things cause I <\/p>\n

Can\u2019t believe <\/p>\n

In angel wings.<\/p>\n

why\u2019s it hard to see your face?<\/p>\n

Or say it all<\/p>\n

With one embrace?<\/p>\n

What I know now <\/p>\n

I really didn\u2019t know then<\/p>\n

I\u2019m looking through <\/p>\n

A dark, dark glass<\/p>\n

Your old pictures<\/p>\n

All in a blur<\/p>\n

Like a game <\/p>\n

where it\u2019s always your turn<\/p>\n

All the things that must be said …
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http:\/\/samstones.org\/music\/darkglass.mp3<\/a><\/p>\n

Thanks you Peter !\u00a0 Our friends are just so wonderful…<\/p>\n

OK.. time for bed..\u00a0\u00a0
Nite everyone.. hope you’re enjoying this beutiful fall !..
Nite Sam
-me\n<\/div>\n

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What an incredibly beautiful day !\u00a0 Though it started rainy, the day blossomed into one of those days that makes your heart stand still.. Beautiful blue skies, brilliant leaves, clear air… I only need one day like this a year to remember why I live here. It filled me up. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Diane and I decided … Continue reading Sunday night – dark glass<\/span> →<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1272","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/johncohn.org\/base\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1272","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/johncohn.org\/base\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/johncohn.org\/base\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/johncohn.org\/base\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/johncohn.org\/base\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1272"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/johncohn.org\/base\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1272\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/johncohn.org\/base\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1272"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/johncohn.org\/base\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1272"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/johncohn.org\/base\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1272"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}