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September 26, 2006

Thinking aloud...

My sister Abby is coming to town tommorow. I'm excited! I want to serve her tea; I want to tromp through Forest Park together; I want to curl up on the couch with her warm, loving body...

I'm listening to Buddy Miller: "Returning to the living waters" he sings. Ah, he is good, especially when Emmy Lou sings w/ him...

I love the morning walks I take through Forest Park. I go along a path that is surrounded by woods. Twice this week, a Hawk accompanied me. It was facinating to watch him swoop through the trees...

My geraniums are dying. Today, while I walked, I wondered if I should burry my burned out red flowers in the park. They need more sunlight then I'm able to give them. It's a sad matter...

Lately, old friends are on my mind: Hannah, Phil, Katie, Suzana, Anna, Shannon, Jack... I wonder why? I think autumn awakens nastalgia...

I'm creating a lesson plan on sonnets. I get to teach peeps how to write them. Yay, I'm excited because this means I get to re-learn how to make them. Look out, bad poetry comin' up...

I'm memorizing scripture lately. Putting God's truth and promises to memory is a HUGE blessing. Let me tell you, the Word of our Lord offers respite and strength to a mind continually searchin to fix on something...

Love!

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September 14, 2006

mama and papa

I had a chat with mom before work and school today. She made me tea and listened to my burdens. After we talked a while she was off to a doc appointment. I went upstairs to use the computer.

Once I finished my assignment, I paced around the house. Sunlight poured through the windows. My old room was empty, but the bed was made up and a Bible rested on the night stand. The house oozed with peace and comfort.

I wanted to stay; actually I wanted to become a small girl again. Back then I used to play for hours and hours. I didn't have to worry about bills, careers, dinner...

I climbed down the back stairs. Dad was sitting in the living room strumming some Dylan or PPM on his guitar.

"Dad, do you ever wish you were a kid again" I asked.

"Well, sometimes, when the St. Louis summers are hot...especially when I was painting outside. I used to think of going back to Oregon to work with my brothers at the Oyster Bar..." He went on for a while.

Still listening, I wandered over to the kitchen and pushed a frozen bagel into the microwave. Emotion welled up. Just thinking about the beauty of childhood makes this happen sometimes.

My Dad, always quick to offer verbal consolation, had joined me in the kitchen by that time. He was continuing to analyze the parent child relationship.

Bagel forgotten, I stole up to dad and gave him a big hug.

Yay for Papas and Mamas!

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