The Saturday night darkness set in and a cool desert breeze passed through the house and all peacefulness was halted to attention. Angry yelling streamed in the open bedroom window, footsteps from a chase ensued, and the panic of scared voices echoed off the walls.
“Befriend a tree,” she said.
My body tends to dream in rhythms highlighted from unique movements made during the day… and so last night I dreamt in Forest.
“Befriend a tree,” she said.
Flannery O’Connor writes, “somewhere is better than anywhere.” And maybe she’s inviting us to remain faithful to the sacrament of the present moment. Somewhere is anywhere in the present.
The entire world stopped breathing when we learned that the minuscule molecules of saliva can kill us…
Jesus showed up in a room, packed to the corners with fear…
The Saturday night darkness set in and a cool desert breeze passed through the house and all peacefulness was halted to attention. Angry yelling streamed in the open bedroom window, footsteps from a chase ensued, and the panic of scared voices echoed off the walls.
I want to tell you about a flea infestation. And then I want to tell you about the hopelessness of relational recovery. But first I want to tell you a story about Howard Thurman…
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My body tends to dream in rhythms highlighted from unique movements made during the day… and so last night I dreamt in Forest.