tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17698318.post115924549123452915..comments2023-10-21T07:52:03.819-07:00Comments on Sojournering: A time to speak and a time to refrainOTRgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12433339525588500502noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17698318.post-1159416531972417042006-09-27T21:08:00.000-07:002006-09-27T21:08:00.000-07:00I would love the silence on the hikes, and I'm wit...I would love the silence on the hikes, and I'm with you on the silence in the room. I hate having all that stimulation near where I am trying to fall asleep. So, we have one TV and it's in the living room. Your pictures are beautiful.zelda1https://www.blogger.com/profile/04212809913449846878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17698318.post-1159315197977684202006-09-26T16:59:00.000-07:002006-09-26T16:59:00.000-07:00It's a joy to track your trip westward throughyour...It's a joy to track your trip westward through<BR/>your blogs. Blessings to you both. You're<BR/>a blessing to me.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17698318.post-1159292484957805472006-09-26T10:41:00.000-07:002006-09-26T10:41:00.000-07:00I was lucky when I drove from Cincy to Portland th...I was lucky when I drove from Cincy to Portland that the AAA triptik guy was excited to show me places I wanted to see. I got to go through the Rosebud reservation, where Margie taught our 1st yr. out of college, and drove over gravel reservation roads to Wounded Knee in the first soft snow of winter, up through the Badlands, over the crazy mountains listening to John Denver, and past towns which made my heart feel like a part of America. Mt. R sounds awful to me, so I'm glad your replacing the time spent there with solitude and elks. I played every CD I owned on the way, plus listened to a bunch of sermons a friend had recorded for me. But the silence for praying, esp. when surrounded by such beauty, is priceless for me.<BR/><BR/>The genetic thing IS so weird. I met a cousin of Mike's from Mississippi who had never met another cousin of his from Ohio...they had the exact lankiness and mannerisms - it was amazing - only the accent was different!<BR/><BR/>I love your blog!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17698318.post-1159284174841935992006-09-26T08:22:00.000-07:002006-09-26T08:22:00.000-07:00As a pretty chatty person speaking here...I need n...As a pretty chatty person speaking here...<BR/><BR/>I need noise in the car if I'm driving or I get sleepy and dangerous. As a passanger, I can often be happy to watch the scenery quietly, although I'm not sure on a long trip.<BR/><BR/>But I often go on walks alone specifically for the quiet. Sometimes it's a God time for me, and I pray through things with little to distract me. Other times, I just let it be quiet - the combination of exercise and silence calm and 'cleanse' me.<BR/><BR/>Funny, because when it comes to 'talkativeness', I would have aligned myself more with you than Jrex...scarphttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11739443078497005864noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17698318.post-1159246217376628912006-09-25T21:50:00.000-07:002006-09-25T21:50:00.000-07:00I'm enjoying reading about your trip. And more tha...I'm enjoying reading about your trip. And more than a little envious!<BR/><BR/>It would be hard for me to hike with someone in complete silence. Culture, maybe? My husband is pretty quiet too. Ditto for the TV thing. I used to hate visiting his family because the TV was <I>always</I> on, even during meals. Aargh.weigook saramhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03312246589337379863noreply@blogger.com