Photo Friday: Newspaper Puppy

My Holy Terror. Good thing she is so cute.

BEAT

Photo Friday

Thinking 'Bout Somethin'

HANSON | MySpace Music Videos

Oh, Lord. This is amazing. I do love me some Hanson. And dancing!

Been thinkin'

BEAT

ps: Thanks Amber and Katie for spreading the good news!

Photo Friday: Easter

EASTER Potluck

Nashville, TN

April 2010

Photo Friday: Holy Week

Good Friday 2010

West End UMC

Nashville, TN

What an honor to lead and worship with the people of WEUMC.

BEAT

Photo Sorta Friday

I don't want to be a downer. It is just where I am.

Home. Let me come home. Home is wherever I'm with you.

Home. Let me go ho-oh-ome.

I wish it were so. I wish I knew where to call home.

Soon. But not soon enough.

BEAT

ps: Thanks to Joy In Me for sharing.

Photo Friday: VDS Sustainability Dinner

Vanderbilt Divinity School

Sustainability Dinner

Nashville, TN

Fall 2009

An early Thanksgiving dinner with local turkeys, sweet potatoes, kale, cheeses, eggs, and the list goes on! It was lovely and oh-so yummy. The vegan chickpea gravy would be my favorite. Along with the gingerbread cake. I am part of such a wonderful community who cares about people and the earth. Thanks be to a Creator who blesses us with abundant love, fellowship, and food. Amen? Amen.

Now it is just time to pass it on...

BEAT

Photo Friday

The Dad

Athens, GA

August 2007

This captures what my daddy looks like 70% of the day. On the phone telling people how it is. Just to clarify, the smile is not normally that pronounced.

Love him,

BEAT

Photo Friday: Espana

Spain

January 2005

Where I would love to be...right...now.

BEAT

Photo Friday

Church folks with funny glasses. And yes, that would be my father.

BEAT

Photo Friday

The Brother

Nashville, TN

October 2009

So creepy. Maybe I should have saved this for next week's Halloween edition?

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Photo Friday: Bestie Edition, Part 2

BEAT and Megs of Red Cottage Life

Nashville, TN

October 2007

Megs is here for her annual visit! And this one is going to be the best...and last...in Nashville.

Here's to laughing, eating, and watching Lifetime.

BEAT

Photo Friday

Megs and Laura Loo

Chapel Hill, NC

Fall 2006

Because the leaves are a-changing. And crisp mornings are soon to be.

BEAT

Photo Friday: Bestie Edition, Part 1

KGB and BEAT

LaGrange, GA

April 2003

When life was simple. And we were still innocent. Right?

BEAT

Photo Friday

BEAT and The Mom

Athens, GA

Summer 2009

Good to be back!

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Photo Friday

Cali Noel Burgess

Athens, GA

Out of Date Pictures

(insert sad face)

Solution? A VISIT! This cutie is in town as we speak seeing other family. Soon enough her lovely mommy and Miss Cali will be hanging with me. A little slice of Athens visiting me! How did I get so lucky? I love being Aunt B.

Storing up big kisses and bear hugs,

BEAT

Poem Friday: Tribute to Ms. Jane

THANATOPSIS

by: William Cullen Bryant (1794-1878)

O him who in the love of Nature holds

Communion with her visible forms, she speaks

A various language; for his gayer hours

She has a voice of gladness, and a smile

And eloquence of beauty, and she glides

Into his darker musings, with a mild

And healing sympathy, that steals away

Their sharpness, ere he is aware. When thoughts

Of the last bitter hour come like a blight

Over thy spirit, and sad images

Of the stern agony, and shroud, and pall,

And breathless darkness, and the narrow house,

Make thee to shudder and grow sick at heart;--

Go forth, under the open sky, and list

To Nature's teachings, while from all around--

Earth and her waters, and the depths of air--

Comes a still voice--Yet a few days, and thee

The all-beholding sun shall see no more

In all his course; nor yet in the cold ground,

Where thy pale form was laid with many tears,

Nor in the embrace of ocean, shall exist

Thy image. Earth, that nourish'd thee, shall claim

Thy growth, to be resolved to earth again,

And, lost each human trace, surrendering up

Thine individual being, shalt thou go

To mix for ever with the elements,

To be a brother to the insensible rock,

And to the sluggish clod, which the rude swain

Turns with his share, and treads upon. The oak

Shall send his roots abroad, and pierce thy mould.

Yet not to thine eternal resting-place

Shalt thou retire alone, nor couldst thou wish

Couch more magnificent. Thou shalt lie down

With patriarchs of the infant world--with kings,

The powerful of the earth--the wise, the good,

Fair forms, and hoary seers of ages past,

All in one mighty sepulchre. The hills

Rock-ribb'd and ancient as the sun,--the vales

Stretching in pensive quietness between;

The venerable woods; rivers that move

In majesty, and the complaining brooks

That make the meadows green; and, pour'd round all,

Old Ocean's grey and melancholy waste,--

Are but the solemn decorations all

Of the great tomb of man. The golden sun,

The planets, all the infinite host of heaven,

Are shining on the sad abodes of death,

Through the still lapse of ages. All that tread

The globe are but a handful to the tribes

That slumber in its bosom.--Take the wings

Of morning, pierce the Barcan wilderness,

Or lose thyself in the continuous woods

Where rolls the Oregon and hears no sound

Save his own dashings--yet the dead are there:

And millions in those solitudes, since first

The flight of years began, have laid them down

In their last sleep--the dead reign there alone.

So shalt thou rest: and what if thou withdraw

In silence from the living, and no friend

Take note of thy departure? All that breathe

Will share thy destiny. The gay will laugh

When thou art gone, the solemn brood of care

Plod on, and each one as before will chase

His favourite phantom; yet all these shall leave

Their mirth and their employments, and shall come

And make their bed with thee. As the long train

Of ages glides away, the sons of men,

The youth in life's green spring, and he who goes

In the full strength of years, matron and maid,

The speechless babe, and the gray-headed man--

Shall one by one be gathered to thy side

By those who in their turn shall follow them.

So live, that when thy summons comes to join

The innumerable caravan which moves

To that mysterious realm where each shall take

His chamber in the silent halls of death,

Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night,

Scourged by his dungeon; but, sustain'd and soothed

By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave,

Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch

About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.

The recited words of someone ready for the most pleasant...and final dreams of life.

To the eternal hope of peace...

BEAT

Photo Friday: Evidence

JM-Dawg, Marg, and BEAT

Bristol, England

May 2009

Finally. See Megs, we were together! All three of us.

Joy,

BEAT

Photo Friday

Graceland

Memphis, TN

Thanksgiving 2007

I've had the song "Walking in Memphis" on rotation in my mind all day.

But do I really feel the way I feel?

BEAT

Photo Friday

Tallapoosa, GA

May 2006

This picture is to honor all the wedding anniversaries of friends and their appendages during the summer months. Congrats! Love y'all. And many blessings of more happy days.

Love, love, love

BEAT

*The wedding featured above carries a funny story. I think it had something to do with an awkward kiss, speedy reception, and the bride never speaking to us again. Right, ladies?

Photo Friday

Alvin Lingenfelter

Costa Rica

April 2004

I was looking through old pictures and found this one. Since I got to spend some time with my old professor last week, this oldie but goodie seemed fitting. Wanna meet his awesome family? Check them out HERE. Coolest kids ever.

Pura Vida,

BEAT