A slow weekend after a busy week. Lots of time for resting and pondering lines, bars, and fences in my world.
(http://www.merriam-webster.com/thesaurus helped me with the following definitions and synonyms)
bar
noun
1
a straight piece (as of wood or metal) that is longer than it is wide
2
a line or long narrow section differing in color from the background
3
a pile or ridge of granular matter
4
a place of business where alcoholic beverages are sold to be consumed on the premises
5
an assembly of persons for the administration of justice
6
something that makes movement or progress difficult
7
something set up as an example against which others of the same type are compared.
line
noun
1
a series of persons or things arranged one behind another
2
a way of acting or proceeding
3
the activity by which one regularly makes a living
4
a region of activity, knowledge, or influence <advanced mathematics is a little outside of my line, but I’ll see what I can do to help>
5
a real or imaginary point beyond which a person or thing cannot go <you really crossed the line>
6
a long hollow cylinder
7
a length of braided, flexible material
8
the direction along which something or someone moves
10
a group of persons who come from the same ancestor.
fence
noun
a physical object that blocks the way.
Synonyms
barricade,
deterrent,
encumbrance,
handicap,
impediment,
inhibition,
interference,
obstacle,
bulwark.
Once you start thinking about them, you are likely to see lines, bars, and fences everywhere.
This is especially true here in Trinidad, but maybe in your world as well.
The trick is not to let the barricades and bulwarks into your bones;
to keep it all in perspective.
Try to relax
and remember that we have the power to decide which side of our barriers we want to live on.
To treat them as true limitations or to wear them like interesting backdrops to our story.
When it comes right down to it, once our story has been all told,
the bars and fences vanish,
and all that is left is the color we leave behind in the short little life we blinked.
…
-This blog post is dedicated to Amelia Hancock, a courageous and amazing woman who never let her physical barriers or perceived limitations keep her from living a full and creative life. She has left an incredibly colorful hole in the town of Brattleboro VT. I will miss her very much. My deepest love and condolences go out to her family and friends.
jumping off the hamster wheel 
a beautiful eulogy……..
Thanks for this beautiful tribute to Amelia – and for all the wisdom and beauty you share through this blog. I look forward to every post from you. You are such an inspiring teach! xo Wendy
Thanks Wendy! So glad you are coming along for the ride! xo
Thank you for more staggering images and insightful words. We miss you all.
We miss you too, Libby. HI to everyone at your house!
Hi Ellen! I always love your inspirational words and awesome photos! You find beauty in everything. I miss you! Burchie
I miss you too, Burchie! Love to all three of you. We met a guy today who Junie thought was the splitting image of a Trinidadian Tony.