February 2012
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traversing tracks
I can never quite say enough about the whole enterprise. Its galloping cadence and offbeat sounds gather me into itself as I begin to think. With little filter, no observance of rules, the world flows freely into the next moment and the next, asking you to participate in that moment as mystics pointing to God.
It is colder in Southern California than it has been since I have been back. It even...
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“this writing that you do, that so thrills you, that so rocks and exhilarates...”
– annie dillard, the writing life
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sail on solar wind
Life is far more spacious than we seem to see. Reality is open and full and ripe with grace that is constantly wooing us into a more honest more loving more true relationship with everything. Life is so spacious that this deeply connected reality that we wade through can even include death. In fact death is central to the pattern of the crucified God. God carves this pattern into the very fabic of...
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pushing the river
the weary darkness of my soul
my eyes turned to light
teaming moments of trauma
like teeth dug in my side
i would run but that is all i’ve done
i would sit so long as to bring an early death
but this all a moot point at the end of the day
so i wonder in my thought as i survey
yourmoneyisours:
“When a man of peace is killed by a man of war, he gives a light.”
- wendell berry
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gray bleeds orange
The deliverance meets me here
wedged in the movement of this town
wheeling around in distance, the birds—parrots mostly
squawk by to the dazzling skylight
The gray bleeds orange
surf wax, whiskey and the tree tops my company
i listen again, to the arid evening turning to this night
beardom has tested my thoughts and times I hold sacred
We are older here with hast taking its toll
blood and its...