i grow having grown beyond my growing edge
To be intentional about my place on the continuum adopting a theology of sufficiency where one cup of coffee and two teaspoons of sugar are enough for my rich blood.
Those who think the fastest do so to avoid the consequences of their furious thoughts.
After collapsing, I cried, "This day has wiped me out." She looked over, "Funny. I do not see the straw that broke your back." I asked, "Are you suggesting that I am somehow related to camelus dromedarius?" "Go far enough back and we all managed to pull ourselves out of the sea without much complaint." Smiling, I said, "You need to change careers, as you make a great same-day, care technician." She smiled, too. "I like your words when you lie there broken, all humped over and distant from ecstasy."
I do not want to live in an infinite number of universes at the same time. My mind...and body...can only handle one. Instead, I would like to live a thousand thousand lives. After each life arrives at an end, to begin again in 1965 as someone else, as one who suffers in different ways and who watches waterfalls with the same fascination.
My God, who listens only to me and blesses only me, indulge me not once again, attend not to my cries, this time, but turn my life out, for freedom's opportunities bring sinuous temptation once again before me to place me at the center of my world. Amen.
to lean back against the one i love and feel weariness and worries soften into wonder to lower the volume of my own heart's hate and breathe into the questions to see that all things have two temperatures to apologize for callousness aimed at sounds of rejoicing different from those I make to forgive to allow flourishing
Qualified participants complete resource lists feeling sufficiently whole now that the beginning of wisdom appears on the horizon. Stories with intent bring solidarity with suffering and the children's events point to where the powerful run the rides. Communication now happens with kind gestures revealing possibilities for grace relations between people and other people. Islands of free will no longer float at sea since people discovered and then wrote about God hardening Pharaoh's heart.
thoughts thought and thoughts spoken, routines begun and ruts escaped, furniture purchased and couches rearranged, conversations begun and lips sealed, places of listening and shouting matches, fiber wound tight and a spool unreeling, breaking oppression and exercise of dominion, continual re-birth and learning the story, the end of wisdom and what begins deep inside bones.
How can there be talk of the absence of God when things move? Who wrote the narratives of power for this day last year? On what note does the awareness of privilege occur while listening to birds sing? Where is the cloud that stores up all the words to be spoken tomorrow?