Tag: whimsy
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journal-logging on a lunch break
I am changing fast; spinning wild like clay on a wheel … reworked as my Maker sees fit. I have a Maker who decides who I should be (Jeremiah 18, Isaiah 64), so I learn to pay attention to what makes my heart alive: classical guitar tones and loud country music. And memories. Of that […]
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happy sunday.
One of the things my old soul appreciates about having been assigned this century on earth is the ability to have big, loud, congregational worship through ear buds. On trains in San Francisco, traipsing through the neighborhood, sitting at my work desk. Something about it seems to parallel the Holy Spirit indwelling us post-pentecost. The […]
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dreary like a dream.
This morning I had plans of watching the rest of the sun rise over Ocean Beach. Sometimes other things happen. happy weekend, · b
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kite weather
The last two days have been marked by wild and glorious wind gusts, and a sky that can’t make up its mind between laughter and tears. What that’s done to my heart is conjure up memories of early days on the coastal plains with cheap plastic kites from The Dollar General, and family trips to the public […]
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