All that remains of six weeks of harsh winter are scattered dirty white piles as light rain washes away snow and memories of sledding, shoveling, scraping and slipping, of holiday hearth fires and matching pajamas. Gray descends, turning earth and hearts dully muddy as February lurks.
February 9: Too Much Nose Blowing
Too much nose blowing in this lovely hotel room where I wish I'd slept.
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Almost March as evidenced by weather this morning in the span of an hour starting with light rain followed by bright sun then winds so s...
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Sometime after we learn object permanence we discover impermanence of object, subject, modifier, and verb, leaving little but punctuation an...
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Yesterday I preached about grace and in so doing experienced grace myself. Imperfect and frustrating as this life is, mysteries beyond any u...