12/02/2009  The Journey Starts

…that do offer lie to deep for tears. – William Wordsworth
ode: Intimations of Immortality from Recolllections of Early Childhood
William Wordsworth
…Our birth is but a sleep and forgetting. The Soul that rises  with us, our life’s star, hath had elsewhere its setting and cometh from afar. Not in entire forgetfullness and not in utter nakedness, but trailing clouds of glory do we come.-William Wordsworth 
Here at The Old Stagecoach (circa 1826) in Waterbury, Vermont Jack and son John, loving and gentile inkeepers are God sent hosts for a carless, homeless painter/writer duo…Jake Geer and Evelyn Earl Geer.
Each morning John creates a breakfast that’s unforgettable…He could cook for a king and a queen (even a Duke and his duchess…right David Earl?)
Several tragedies have harrowed our field of dreams, after crying both spiritually and physically, more words of the Romantic poet, William Wordsworth springs to mind. -“Thou nothing can bring back  the splendour in the grass, the beauty of the flower, we shall grieve not, but gather strength from what remains behind.”
Sometimes the world feels broken, upside down, inside out. I will try to hold Wordsworth’s sentiment in my mind. He had an insight into the mystery of divination and so do I…the curse and blessing of the artistic temperment…
Today, I look for a car that Jake and I can afford and will be safe…that should be quiet a challenge to say the least…but that’s where faith steps in and leads the way….
later….evelyn grace earl geer…oh that would be-evelyn grace streeter earl geer.

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