Today,

I gave a letter to a snail, to put in the mail.
Not just for old time's sake.
But because, I really needed to send you something. ;-)

More from the Rug...

I sipped my cup of peppermint green tea brimming with whipped cream, and listened to Norah Jones' voice echo loudly throughout the house, while two little boys wrestled on the rug.  ....The three of us; no cares in the world;  Enjoying good music, and loving each other, in the one million ways God made us able to to do so.  What a wonderful way to spend the afternoon.

This day should be documented.

Of all the kids, I'd say I learn the most from you.
And for whatever reason, you have a big impact on me.  Something exciting is happening to you.  There is a new lightness in your step... and purity in your heart... a love and a joy that you cannot hide.  Today, I was full of peace.  And not just pieces of peace.  Real full peace. ;-)

Anyways, I don't really know what to say.

Just wanted you to know, I am so glad to get to watch!  I'm learning to listen, now too.. more than ever.  Thanks for your patience.  You are teaching me, friend; because as this is happening in you, it happens in me, too.  So, I'm just gonna close my mouth, and put all my trust in Him... for you... for me... and for the

world. :-)

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Oh and P.S. - Greg Brown. Where have you been all my life?

Death and Blue Jays

I've always liked Blue Jays.  When I was younger, there used to be a family that would visit my backyard every sundown.  A father, and mother, and their adventurous son, whom I called Lil Mischief.  I used to talk to them, ever so softly, and often held my hand out, pretending to be an Indian Princess whom all the woodland creatures would flock to and congregate around.  They never flew to me.  But we had a rapport.  I'm pretty sure they knew me.  Whether they thought I was crazy or kind, I do not know.  But nonetheless, I feel a particular fondness for the birds of blue.

Today, as I was riding my bike home, I looked over, and there, in the bushes, was a poor, wounded Jay.  My heart jumped out of my chest and rushed to him.  The rest of me followed, but the closer I got, the farther he would hobble away.  Most of his left wing was missing, and he looked pretty bad off.  [I couldn't hate cats more!] :-P  I wanted so much for him to know I was a friend.  Why is there this strange mistrust amongst man and animal? 

The funny thing is, lately, I have felt rather numb.  Deep down I have longed to be able to cry... about SOMETHING, but I haven't been able to.  I've had plenty of reason to, lately.  But my tear ducts, for whatever reason, have been currently blocked.  I went and sat in the bushes and talked to him, telling him I wanted to help, soothing him and praying for him (it's okay, to pray for birds, right?).  Another Jay came over to us, to check things out.  It was so tragic.



It was the closest I got to crying these last few months.

I started day dreaming of all the things I could do for him.  I could save him, and keep him in a box and protect him, and nurse him back to health.  Then we could be the best of friends.  But the reality was, he was half dead.  He's out there, now.  He'll die tonight. It's a pity the creatures God makes must die like this.  Oh, why do I have to like Blue Jays, so much? :-(

Fields and Hillsides

 

Take me on the road less-traveled.

Corners of Carpets

I sat behind them, and watched

as the little boys crept up to the edge of the carpet

and peered off of it, as if looking across the great wide sea...

which in this case was merely the
hardwood floor leading into the hallway.

But it made me think back on the time when

I believed with all that was in me,

that my livingroom could become the whole world.

The couch, Mount Olympus,

The bookcase, a stretching skyscraper,

The patterns in the rug, roads and byways for my boxcars,

A scarf strewn on the floor, a bending river,

The legs of the coffee table, a redwood forest,

A folded book, a snug tent.

...and all that mattered was the story that was taking place in my imagination. Reality was what was true in my heart moment by moment. I got to taste a little bit of that today.
Thanks, boys.  Keep crawling to the edge of your carpet.  Keep building those memories that, when you get older, will be the sweetest thing your heart can taste.
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And on that same note: watch this movie I took yesterday. :-)  Rain is good.  Dancing in it, is better. ;-)

Luv, more luv

 I shot another wedding... :-)  Love is nice.

I saw your face...

In a crowded place....
...and I don't know what to do...
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Oh dear Lord.
I'm in a basket.

Some bright Morning,

When this life is o'er, I'll fly away; 
To a home on God's celestial shore, I'll fly away. 

I'll fly away, Oh Glory. I'll fly away; When I die, Hallelujah, by and by, I'll fly away.

When the shadows of this life have gone, I'll fly away; Like a bird from prison bars has flown, I'll fly away.

Just a few more weary days and then, I'll fly away; 
To a land where joy shall never end, I'll fly away.