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Monthly Archives: March 2007
Tonight I am thinking that it would be very easy to close this chapter on my life—the part where I care enough to put my thoughts on paper. Or on the internet or whatever. It’s a valley season and I … Continue reading
Having lived in the mountains of North Carolina for almost 30 years, I mostly forget that we are loosely in what is known as the “bible belt”. That is until you find yourself in a Wal-Mart parking lot on an … Continue reading
I talked with my friend Josh Moose yesterday. I was out in the garden getting dirty and had just walked in the house to wash my hands when I heard my cell phone ringing. You might be asking yourself what the big deal is: we talk on the phone with our friends everyday. And you would be correct—except for the fact that Josh in Tanzania, Africa and I am in Boone, North Carolina, nearly a 24 hour plane trip apart.
As units of measurement go, a day is just about as simple as it gets. Once inch—one day—one dollar—it’s really very elementary math. I started thinking about this as I was stepping out of the shower after a very successful … Continue reading
Yesterday was a good day—a “real” Sunday. Winter does not want to let go in the mountains and the temperature was just cold enough to make it not an outside work day. So I stayed inside and made that second … Continue reading
Sunday seems to be one of those new times for me to be creative. I guess this is because Sandi and I don’t attend a regular morning church anymore—thus allowing us time to sit around, drink coffee and process the … Continue reading
I started to write something the other evening and have not had the full unction to get it out of the oven yet. It simmers on yet another page waiting for me to figure out what it was I was … Continue reading
Last night, As I sat listening to a musician play praise and worship music, I laid back and listened to what was going on in my mind. It wasn’t like I was singing along with the words, since there was … Continue reading
I guess I have always considered myself to be a romanticist—a person who imagines things to be a little rosier than they are—a person who looks at life in a somewhat simple or story-book fashion. After all, I grew up … Continue reading