Hey there, been a busy summer. Made a full-size, 500-pound lion for the sanctuary! Here it is. Don’t know about the House of Angels? It’s an outdoor sanctuary for prayer and healing that has been the site of healings. Yes, prayer does work. Some times it’s the healing of the physical body, sometimes it’s spiritual or emotional healing. We’re at 4738 Vermont Route 31, (that’s 4.7 miles south of Poultney, on the right, at a curve. Our driveway extends into the woods. Drive a few hundred feet right up to the site.)
So, the wicker chair that Yeow has claimed as his own is a recent find during the Poultney Town Wide Yard Sale. His buddy is S. Crow, the latest addition to our garden. The photo on the left is Don’s new strawberry patch featuring our log-on-a-stump. It’s an interesting piece we found recently at a tag sale. So, now you know what I’m doing when I’m not writing. Got the creative bug, even when gardening. Love the new raised beds. Check out my books at http://www.annrichduncan.com. The latest? A thriller entitled “Buried Alive” — it’s treasure hunter John Victor’s second adventure — filled with mahem and different aspects of how people deal with their faith. It also takes place in the Sonora Desert near Tuscon, Arizona where the Sonora Desert Museum is. His first adventure? Entitled “The SEED” — it’s currently being edited for a second edition featuring new information about the GMO situation. That being said, it’s educational (sort of) and exciting.
I was watching the clouds one rainy afternoon. And as they sailed swiftly across the sky in an ever-changing variety of shapes and squiggles I remembered a quote from Thomas Browne. In 1635 he wrote, “Nature is the art of God.” I thought, I believe it because right now, the entire sky looks like His own personal Etch a Sketch. I mean, first there was a hole in the clouds that morphed into a five-pointed star before it got sucked into a shrunken pinpoint that was suddenly the eye of an alligator that chased a hump-backed snake. Highly entertaining. Almost started singing, “I know an old lady who swallowed a fly . . .”
Can’t tell me that God doesn’t have a sense of humor. The alligator made me wonder briefly if animals ever marvel at God’s Etch a Sketch? After all, my two pooches are pretty smart and I do catch them scanning the sky every so often. Speaking of pooches, who cannot see God’s hand in all of creation: from the perfection of a playful puppy’s soft, furry paw to the swiftness of a hungry cat’s claw . . . to the flawless symmetry of a daisy or black-eyed Susan. Happenstance? Occurring by chance? I think not. After all, according to Genesis 1:24, “. . . and God said, let the earth bring forth every kind of animal — livestock, small animals, and wildlife. And so it was . . . and God said it was good.
Seen my books? “The SEED” a Novel of suspense that placed as a top ten finalist and was nominated to be put on a college required reading list. And the Johnny Vic historical adventure series (mixing treasure hunting, adventure and American history!). Go to http://www.annrichduncan.com.