A crooked window


Happily waking up this morning surrounded by billowing, beige, canvas and doing way too much thinking. Thinking why do me and Andrew choose to sleep in our little tent when we were offered a bedroom in the large villa next to us. Our girls are in the bedroom because we didnt want it. We normally sleep in our truck and sleeping surrounded by canvas is a special luxury for us because campgrounds charge extra for our little tent and it looks too obvious when we are wild camping. We didnt want the bedroom. Are we weird or something?

So anyway, as I got out of our little canvas sleeping chamber (tent) I saw the crooked window in the shed I see every morning since we arrived. I see the crooked window. Or is it. The other day I was talking to Edna about it while we were staring at this window. You see the window only looks crooked. It was put in with a “spirit level”. The window is straight. The window is fine. The window is true to its nature. The building was built by the builders of the large villa. A place to shelter from the sun and siesta. A place to rest and sleep. The building lies straight with the lay of the land so as to lessen its impact on the land.  The building is straight. The building is fine. The building is true to its nature.

We havent been very good at saying the why of what we are doing on our blog. The truth is, now that mum and dad are in their 40s, we are learning about being true to our nature. Giving ourselves permission to be ourselves. True to the way we believe God created us to be. You know, no two of us are the same, inside and out. We started traveling again because it is true to our nature. Sure it is not the norm. It doesnt seem consistent with the straight line of contemporary culture. We are lousy at keeping up a house, our hearts just arent into it. Sure, we like to play with a house but we sure dont act grown up and responsible with it. I figure what if we traveled not because we are hedonists or rebels or circus performers or outlaws but because it is true to our nature. Are we blazing a trail for others like us. It is time to stop playing house and feeling guilty about not being like anyone else. We actually are grown up and we are settling into our lives. Lives that are true to our nature.Yeah, we ARE weird but this is who we are. You know I think we need to accept each other with all our differences. What is right for us may not be right for you. What is right for you may not be right for me. We need to accept the uniqueness of each other. To DANCE together in a technicolour celebration of diversity. Maybe there would be less wars if we did this. Less judgement. More joy.


  • Doug Furton on September 11, 2020

    You’re pretty informative. Can I counter with some questions?

  • Der&k on December 2, 2009

    This was a marvelous post, keep waking up with canvas, you people being you!

    You’ve stole the thunder and now bring to light a new form of “keeping up with the Jones’s”…that is to now to “keep up with being who God made you to be”

    Splendid and marvelous I say! Extraordinary and delightful! Go figure, people being the people that God created them to be in front of other people…how divinely spiritual.

    Three cheers! from Der&k

  • whitney on November 19, 2009

    OH YAH!!!!

    This is so what the word on the wind is sayin!!!!

    Good to hear your voice in it!!!

    LOVE and FREEDOM and of course


  • cindz on November 18, 2009

    well said!
    if you weren’t weird, you wouldn’t be the joneses and then where would the rest of us be without our joneses???!!!
    luv u guys!
    cx 😉

  • admin on November 18, 2009

    Thank you so much for your comments of encouragement. It means alot. I was bouncing around last night so happy for the positive things said. It encourages me to keep on thinking too much and sharing the crazy things on my mind and in my heart. Debbie

  • Peter on November 17, 2009

    Well, there are some of us that like you…for you.

    As one rabbi put it, “When you die and stand before G-d, He will not ask you, ‘Why were you not like Abraham?’. Nor ‘Why were you not more like Moses?’. He will simply ask, ‘Why were you not more like you?'”.

    Your photos seem to exude pure joy. And as a parent myself, I can only hope that no matter what path we chose as a family, even when there are twists and turns…at the end is joy.

    Thank you for modeling this.

  • scotty miller on November 17, 2009

    thank you! 🙂

  • Joanna on November 17, 2009

    Just want to echo Jon’s comments. I think it is fantastic that you are being who you are. Well maybe when you get to Latvia we can see how crazy we all are.

  • Jon Harris on November 17, 2009

    I had to read this several times. For me, it ranks as one of the best blog entries I have ever come across, so simple, beautiful and profound. And liberating. What you have expressed is surely a call of this season, to be just who we are meant to be and not some caricature of it. So I’d like to say to all you jonesberries, keep being you, and some more! For us followers of your blog(s), I think it can be easy to feel ‘why aren’t we living as adventurously as this family is living?’ What strange and restless creatures we can sometimes be! The grass surely is always greener. But after your post, I am hungrier than ever to not live vicariously through someone else’s blog or life or life’s purpose, but to discover every day that hidden jewel which is God’s best for me. That which Father has created me for, which is uniquely mine to discover, to grow in and to share.

    Thank you.