we saw three white women swimming in what looked to be a paradise pool from afar. then we noticed the black shot of speed that was delighting them while the ladies dove and splashed. penguins. everywhere. we had to pay hundreds of rand (not that much) to get down into the absolutely no rules area
it’s difficult when things are taken away. when the comfortable old shoes can’t be found and then you remember that you gave them away because you knew it was time. i’ve been hearing god tell me to stop doing some things for a long time. and i agree intellectually – i mentally assent, but dallas
it’s the small, secret things that make a life. the hidden actions between you and your creator that you don’t regret, but rather forget, immediately, because there was no wrongdoing, only pure motive, that will be remembered out loud, from the rooftops, on that day. i’m sick of social media and its law of diminishing
The communal reality that God hopes for creation is shown even in the way God has decided to explain itself to us. Father, Son, Holy Spirit. I would submit that in our present day you could also express that; Mother, Daughter, Holy Spirit. Father’s Day being Sunday and all, I’ll use the former wording today.
The other night we went to Gigi’s Playhouse. It was teen night – young people with Down syndrome, 17 years old and up. They were getting together to hang out. We’ve done this before, met with groups, hoping for connections, hoping for more than a simulation of a night out with friends, hoping for friendship.
Has this blog ever been about anything else? Mazzy. Mazzy. My first child. The girl who changed the world. My world anyway. “Every child changes your whole life!” “That’s true for typical kids in friendships, too!” “All kids go through tough school transitions!” I could try to tell you how different it is to love
there are people around me all the time. before most days, most years, i was alone. now i wake up with them, drive to them, work with them, come home to them, sleep next to them and wake up with them once again. before i was around them. i took care of them, but then
my shoe pressed onto the moss in the tongass national forest. the guide explained that the air quality here is 98% pure. i felt lucky to be breathing it. lucky to be seeing a bald eagle’s nest holding two fledglings with mom and dad watching us closely. i felt lucky to sidestep a banana slug and
whale sighting this morning. one tail spotted diving back down into this vast blue steel sea. a spray soon follows and it’s enough to convince me that yes, there are whales in this ocean all around. what about twenty years from now when i haven’t been back at sea and all i have are the
a vision. god gives us a vision of dry ground becoming a pool of water. then we try to make it so. but it’s not so simple, it is not so straightforward. i have to become the vision before the vision is a real for me or for anyone else. how are you? how is the