En Route

The Driver’s Seat….

Ice on the windows eight days in a row, frost on the grass in the mornings, and crystalline snow-white fingers stealthily inching down the mountainside – a month too early from our point of view, but as with all else in life… what can y’do but roll with it?

The heaters in Buster aren’t adequate to compete with an Alpine winter, so today Darlin’ had to rescue our sensitive electronic equipment, our clothing, and all other items that could be damaged by the cold. Heaven knows, it’s a waste of a day, as we’ll only have to reload them again – some into Buster, and some into the U-Haul truck we’ll use to transport our belongings to a temperature-controlled storage facility.  Five years is too long a time to leave them in the house unattended – been there, done that, and even with baseboard heaters on, we come back to musty, moldy clothes and bedding every time.  No thanks!  So, Darlin’ spent the day moving back in to the house what we just moved out to Buster a month ago.  It’s not supposed to be this cold yet!

It isn’t always fun being in the driver’s seat!

Poor guy, it’s not as if I can physically help him either, but did he complain?  Nope, not once!  The only quasi lamentation I heard from his lips was how much he was going to miss… home.  Sigh….  I hadn’t had time to think about the leaving yet.

It’s not that I mind going, I love what we do, going to scores of different places and seeing all those smiling faces, as we sing, play, and read to them, and… well, you know the drill.  (Or you do if you’ve been following us for any length of time.)  I’ll go anywhere the LORD leads me, but… like Darlin’, I’m going to miss this:


 And this:

Bridge River Valley Overview

And this:

Testing  Canon S5 IS 009cropped Eagle Falls

And this:

Sunset from outside our house - Dec. 10th, 05

And him….

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I’m going to miss our quiet conversations, he’s such a sweet and gentle soul….

Do you know that by the time I was fifty, I’d lived in sixty-four places?  Some for a few weeks or months, and some for a year or two!  I figured that out a few years back and haven’t kept count since then.

I know we’ve been a tad overwhelmed lately, and my blog posts reflect that, I’m sure, but the fault is mine, my friends, mine and Darlin’s.  In all of our planning, praying, and reaching, we forgot the most important thing of all – the Driver’s Seat is already occupied by GOD – and He doesn’t want us anywhere near it!  Phew!  I feel better already.

It’s far too easy to take back the reins when we’re tired, or on autopilot, and not connecting with God as well as we should.  Haste will do that to us – all of us, as will worry and all other futile occupations.  God is *always* in the Driver’s Seat of our lives, and if He isn’t… He should be!  (Jeremiah 10:23.)

Suddenly it all seems possible again!


‘May The Lord bless you

May The Lord keep you

May He lift up His face and shine His Countenance upon you

And give you peace.’


Love and All Good Things – Jesse.

En Route

Champagne, bubble baths, and softly falling snow….

Today, we were supposed to ‘scan’ the Digital Version of the Time & Unforeseen Occurrence seven-novel series, due to be released on July 1st, 2015.  We’d just received the final document from the printer’s and we had to check the alignment of circa 6,000 pages.  When I read the word ‘scan,’ I foolishly thought it might take an hour or two – at most, but it didn’t, it took all day.  I do confess that we might have made it through the task a little faster, but we’ve missed our friends, and the story, and we found ourselves reading sometimes, instead of ‘scanning,’ when a particularly delicious segment caught our attention.

Tom and Jenny, the leading gentleman and lady of the story, were nibbling on strawberries, sipping on champagne, and soaking in a hot, round, fragrant bubble bath in Jenny’s photography studio, tucked away near TYAX, in Canada’s Coastal Mountains, and far away from their family home in Maui.  And winter was on the wing….

Here’s an excerpt from Book #6 in the series, entitled The Fairing Sky:

‘The lake waters thundered against the shore and the northern wind roared angrily, hungrily, as Tom and Jenny watched the first few flakes of snow fall silently and then disappear into the midst of the squalls of swirling, ill-fated leaves, stolen from the swaying trees all around them.  Soaking in the warmth of their bubble bath, grateful for the shelter, Jenny hoped that they had brought enough warm clothing for what was sure to be a bitter morning.  A large, wet, burgundy maple leaf stuck to the bathroom window, like five groping fingers hoping to hold on for the night.  As it slid slowly down the slippery glass an inch or two, Jenny noticed a black spider attached to it, furiously attempting to spin a web, an anchor to help it ride out the raging storm. 

Tom lifted his leg, and with his toes, he pulled the hot water faucet toward them, infusing the bath with fresh, steaming liquid, while Jenny poured another capful of lilac-scented bubble bath into the mix.  Tom reached over and grasped the bottle of dealcoholized champagne, filling up Jenny’s glass, and was about to fill his own when they heard a shrill scream coming from Gabriel’s room.’

Ah, the joys of parenthood, no?  We read the next few pages too… we couldn’t help it!  After spending a decade creating the Epstein family saga, we feel that they’re family to us now, and we’re officially junkies, as we seldom go for more than a day or two without visiting with them, either in the first seven books, the sequel (due out in October 2015), or in the final book, the one I’m tidying up now, but I haven’t had the time to enjoy immersing myself in the journey lately, as our upcoming tour is taking all our time.

If you’d like to read the first five chapters of the story on line, you can do it free at my Web site, with my compliments.  Here’s the link – http://jesseleighbrackstone.com/first_five.pdf .  We’d love to hear your thoughts about the story.

Oh, the featured image at the top of the page is a lake not far from the TYAX Lodge, and closer to our house, going the other way.  We think it’s beautiful, but then – we’re a little biased.

G’night, Godbless, and may you always hear the whisper of wings.

Love – Jesse.