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Jun 23

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Hometown Tourist

It’s quite amazing that I left the house on my day off, but I did.

I should clarify:  I left the house and did not go to the grocery store or the dump.

Living in the country not only means trips to the dump; it also means I’m 30 or 40 minutes away from just about everything…which maybe shouldn’t deter me from getting out and about, but it does.  Since I was staying in town this week, I thought I would take the opportunity to do some hometown exploring.  Turns out I need a whole lot more than two days to get that done.  I guess I knew that, but I didn’t realize the scope of what I was missing until now. continue reading…

Jun 21

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Touching God Above Our Bridge

...Standing on our bridge, we would lean backwards over the railings, and with heads thrown back, we would take in this glory until I feared my heart would burst and spill itself out into the abyss...

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Jun 19

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lightening bug in a jar

Lightning Bug in a jar,
and I run to catch more of the same
on cooling grasses of a summer’s evening,
the Earth’s carpet beneath my feet.

Lightning Bug in a jar,
and I watch my own private light show
flying up and down, straight and squiggly,
growing brighter and brighter on the darkening day.

Lightning Bug in a jar,
and I check the air holes one more time…

then I lay my head back,
eyes fluttery with sleep…

holding on to the remnants of the day,
and envisioning all her promises…

should the morning keep them.

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Item of interest:

Lightening bugs or fireflies? by Todd Pack

Dance of the Fireflies (The Brown Road Chronicles)

Twanglish Lesson: Lightnin’ Bug (real-southern.com)

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Jun 17

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i’m getting older and still no plan

No longer child’s play: I still don’t know where I’m heading.

9/18/06

I just turned 37, which is way closer to 40 than I ever imagined myself getting.  That’s not to say that I didn’t think I’d make it to 40, it’s just to say that I’ve never imagined myself getting this old.

In reality, 37 feels about the same as 27 did.  Only older.

It’s one more example for me that life is somehow a circular thing.  No matter how far I go, how much I change or stay the same, how different my life circumstances turn out to be, I always somehow end up in the exact same place.  It’s like the Mayan theory of time passage.  So what’s the point of moving ahead, other than sheer boredom?

What I feel differently now amounts close to panic.  That is the difference between 27 and 37.  In both cases, I definitely felt the pressure of time running out.  Only now I have ten years added to that – with all the same have-nots in my life, and I still have no plan.  And it’s no one’s fault but my own.

11/2/02

Why do I feel like so much time is passing me by?  It slips like water through my fingers – cold and invisible, it drips away until there is nothing left but the memory of it.

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