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Sometimes in life's busy whirl you just need to go away from everything and remember. You need to remember that God is. We've been so busy reading, writing, making music and working. So we took a trip to Ringing Rocks State Park, a place we've been many times.
There time seems to stand still and God's splendor mends our tired souls.
I've been learning so many things and many things have come from my committment to write in my Gratitude Journal each day. In it I record glimpses of God. It is a visual journal with scraps torn in and laid down, thoughts and ideas swept up and held, a place for words that line themselves up like a poem, lyrical worship. As the jumble pours out, chaos comes to order and I have the treasure in this broken vessel, topped off and spilling onto the page. Putting ink to paper is a way for me to listen and dialogue with God.
And I have come to see that pilgrims keep walking, that home is the place of story, that one must feed one's soul. I want to become a joy finder. In the quiet I find God and all the lost pieces of my life find their place.
Keep watch in this upside down kingdom and wear joy at all times. Salvage the day's cinders and in the daily ceremony of life and of grace gathering fill sad eyes with bouquets of blessing and remind them of the Father-glory, which never fades. This is life's liturgy and as you travel down the ribbon of road, life, find a quiet moment. Wring out the week past and He will quiet you with His love. | | |
| Local couple convicted of Cruelty to Animals
Dr. Claude V. Palisca Jr. Jr. was in need of a fashion makeover. The Blue Collar was found to be lacking with regard to the latest fashions. Le Chat is someone whose sartorial elegance must befit his social rank and status.
Actually, in the midst of moving clothes from one closet to another, the ole' red bowtie was rediscovered, and I said, "Hey, let's put this on Claude..." | | |
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- the algebra of friendship
-connecting the dots of life
-organic learning
-in the margins of life
-life after life after death
-recovering community
-the archeology of musical structures
-the unborn day and the night spilled into the day
-the ruins of the year and rehabilitation
-clouds dragging in the rain
-you are a granola
-the mountains siloutted like sleeping dragons, stretched to heaven
-uncollected sabbaths
-wading through pages
-inexorable truth
-the moon pulled lake
-you live and die by your metaphors
-a junkyard of multiple images
-the poverty of my remarks
-tinkering with words
-framework
-the necessity of witness
-worn out, eroded lives
-embodied daily life
-truthtellers and restoration
-the clouds laying in the sky like sheets spread out to dry
-the moon is perched in the branches
-a return to health
Sometimes life seems like a collection of ideas, jumbled in the cupboard. Words and ideas intermingle and back up like a dammed up stream. These are the words that colored my last month, wrapped in ideas and reflections. They followed me and appeared in my dailyness, reminding me of a truth bigger than me. They hitchhiked into my life, entering it through my books, through conversations, research, people, struggle and God working. I post them as a reminder to myself that in the seeming stillness, God is working.
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