writing
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I want to float, not dive
Not quite ready for the day. I have my tea and mouse is keeping me company. I kinda want to be all on top of it and hit the ground running, but today I just want to ease into it. Like… Continue reading
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I am not a preacher
Blizzard Well, not really. At least not yet, there is very little wind. Certainly not huge gusts that make the trees creak. There is heavy wet snow and walking home tonight was lovely in a surreal kind of way. … Continue reading
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Tell me why you fear him
In 1986 I was a student in London and thought that it would be great fun to travel with a buddy I had met at school. Susie Morgahni’s family was living in London after immigrating from Beirut. The cause was… Continue reading
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Hope showed up
I called my friend Desirée yesterday to ask a solid favor from her. Perhaps. That was the pretense really. I called her because I feel a need to hold my breath as this giant wave of discontent approaches and I… Continue reading
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Growing Edges
I am at the dining room table with folders, cup of tea, scripture, a couple of pens and my music going. This seems to be a space where I can get the writing done. The project this week is to… Continue reading
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Inaugural launch of the River Rat Gang
As expected; I mustered, got up, got dressed, and walked out the door. Down the street and to the church. The sermon started out with a congratulations that we had come to church on such a beautiful day. A recognition… Continue reading
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Getting ready for church, maybe
I should be getting ready to head to church. But as I look at the clock next to my bed, I still can jump the shower and get dressed and get out…maybe a few more minutes musing. I have a… Continue reading
Little Bit Broken 