You tell me “rest” and wrestlewith me for the pestlemy hands are tightly grippingknowing time is slipping where I cannot ever find it,put it in the mortar, grind it,milk that time for all it’s worth,before with tears it’s spilt to … Continued
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We were walking home in the rain together, talking. I noticed that if I angled my umbrella just right (concave towards the building and a little in front of me) it would echo my words back to me. Sweet. The … Continued
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a week in review: Friday morning: take the bus to the ruins of a Roman city a few miles from my house. Friday afternoon: lay talking to my friend Rachel under a palm tree for hours. Friday night: “sleep” on … Continued
scrawled in a notebook on April 7 I slept better than I’d thought humanly possible in a hostel room with ten other people and just a blanket on top of me. The secret to sleeping well is being tired. The … Continued
After we missed our flight to Rome (the things we teach ourselves the hard way after “getting a night of sleep” in a bus) I was asking God just how much it cost to get from one place to another: … Continued
I’m not quite ready to publish anything on Rome yet. It was a wonderful eventful trip, full of gravity. Here’s some that I wrote about a night at Feria, the local fair that is the biggest and craziest in Spain: … Continued
I’m going to Rome–farther from home– but where is my home anyway?Is home where I live, or home what I give,when I offer a safe place to stay?It could be an ear that I offer to hearthe wandering train of … Continued
9:30. The alarm rings on a Sunday morning. I hit snooze, but soon enough we are up and eating pine nut cheesecake. Mmm. 10:45 ish. We check the schedule on the Catholic church’s door. We have a little over an … Continued