Sunday, October 11, 2009


Somewhere in the recesses of my brain, I recall a poem, In Flanders Fields. These tidbits that got stored in a cortical lobe sometime in the last 37 years, tidbits that mental fingers flip through looking for appropriate tab to match with in-this-moment-experience. How we set out on these small adventures with only vague ideas, varying schemas, of what's ahead. Six of us putting in our two cents. Anticipation rising.

We're in Chievres, Belgium, this weekend. Our Bitburg Barons won victoriously over the SHAPE Spartans in the football game yesterday.

Flanders Fields... I doubt my children have ever heard of Flanders Fields before. Together we'll set out today. I'm filled with questions. Questions I'll ask out loud to young ones who I hope will join me in the wondering about...

We'll visit the In Flanders Fields Museum in Ypres (pronounced Ee-pree). I hope to fill in more on the page of that file... To pique my children's curiosity...

I can still hear the words -- as if it were yesterday -- of a dear friend and mentor, (Penny K.), "Expose your children to as many different experiences as you can..."

Good idea.

Wrapped in His grace...


  1. Oh, I want to come along and wonder, dream, be overtaken with curiosity...

  2. Wahooooo!!! I feel like you're on a great steed, rallying your troops to set of on an adventure. Can't wait to hear all about it!

    P.S. Your boys might like the latest WW post...please tell them that I had to sit down (with legs crossed tightly) in the middle of the aisle, I was laughing so hard.

  3. What a wonderful piece of inspiration from your mentor. Bravo, Penny K! I'm taking that to heart.