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Some place warm, small, inviting. Light shining. Pouring. Revealing.
Conducive for bumbling, kettle-waiting, ukulele-strumming, potted plant-nurturing.
Close to a grocery. I'd go there, hum down the rows of produce, inhale apple, pear. Scrunch up nose at meat window. Shrug with remembrance as my neighbor excitedly purchases a choice cut.
And there's the hardware store, solid and smelling of cedar. He waves as I stroll past, skin around the eyes gathers, lips part. His freckles have deepened with age, are more handsome.
And I think about lying in open fields, no cares of time passing. Grasses sway, buzzing things tickle.
And I drink cups and cups of tea. And I care less and less of what others think (in the best way? in the way that loses itself in internalization?).
And I tune my ears to the belly laughs of 8 9 10something-year-olds. Creative expression is so much more fantastic through their eyes, fingers.
And I blush when faced with a friend's embarrassment.
And I practice living Love, shakily.
And I hope for direction.
And?
and.
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| Gate B9.
Blueberries purchased for refreshment from the Terminal Reading Market. They Burst, dissolve on my tongue.
Home (it's where I'm headed).
I love airports. Stressed-out businessmen pace back and forth testily. Men wearing loafers (minus socks) shout into cellular telephones. Babies in carriers eye me suspiciously. People absorbed in thought, technology, people staring at other people.
Second day of Philadelphia experience: Chinatown evening amble, shop vendors closing down for the day. Katie and I brush past a restaurant doorway, the owner stands sentinel there while whistling a tune. I turn back once I recognize "Somewhere Over the Rainbow," and broadly grin. He returns my show of sentiment.
He will remain with me forever.
[Come hear, all who fear God, and I will tell of what He has done for my soul.]
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| Make me salt, make me light. It is a trustworthy statement, deserving full acceptance, that Christ Jesus came
into the world to save sinners, among whom I am foremost of all. Yet for this
reason I found mercy, so that in me as the foremost, Jesus Christ might
demonstrate His perfect patience as an example for those who would believe
in Him for eternal life. Now the King eternal, immortal, invisible, the only God,
be honor and glory forever and ever. Amen. I... have been humbled. If only to proclaim. (If only to Proclaim) If only to proclaim the Lord's death until He comes. the back seat, the front seat, echoing
with the laughter of our four voices
with our frivolity. sitting in the presence of... I do not want to miss any of this, for in it, You heal. | | |
| It's happened. I've greeted the first toad of the season.
I said, "Well, Helllooo, Mr. Toad." Silence. He wasn't much of a conversationalist. : : : : : Deep breath, Leaves a rustlin' (yes, Leaves on Live Trees) : : : : : Since I am afflicted and needy, Let the Lord be mindful of me. You are my help and my deliverer; Do not delay, O my God.
I do not own love, but I preach compassion. but there always seems to be more than what i can see we all grow, we all grow selah. | | |
| I have revoked my hatred for scrabble, now its presence in my life is moderately tolerable.
However, I rue the day my mother falls to my wordy talents. It will be a dark day. I buy way too much music on itunes. the amount is ludicrous. My Dad is one of the most genuine people I hang out with. Saturday afternoon, we
shared our opinions on cherry colas. And he gave me tips on how to photograph him
"artistically." My father is a chemical engineer. Also, I look like i'm wearing a wig in old(er) pictures of myself. Drastic is the new... hmm. P.S. Spring is on its way. It's gonna be a good year. P.P.S.
These ladies have it going on. I think I'll paint my house in the Ndebele tradition,
Oh, but what will the neighbors say?  | | |
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