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Febrero 27, 2007
i gave up swearing for lent so it is difficult to describe to you how excited i am...
so i will just tell you and you will have to work it out and get worked up on your own.
it will be my birthday soon.
we are going to see the bodies exhibit (real human bodies!).
http://www.bodiestheexhibition.com/
the best part of this event is that my husband (a man who is heroic in all ways, if you ask me) told his parents that going to said exhibit, with them, would be my birthday wish.
if you had asked me what i wanted for my birthday i might have thought it was too crazy to say "bodieeeez!" out loud... i would have said 'oh, lets just go out to dinner' and then i would have suggested a restaurant where i could try to get a lettuce wedge (lettuce being my current favorite food). but cadavers and in-laws seem like the perfect way to spend a day, especially my birthday, don't you think?
i am serious.
think about the poetic quality of the whole thing...
it is going to be a(*&^%ing)mazing
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Febrero 26, 2007
lent
best for praying
when you are most
lonely
http://web.mac.com/benjaminoldham/iWeb/Ask%20For%20Wonder/Lenten%20Prayers/Lenten%20Prayers.html
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Febrero 13, 2007
tent city is leaving early
the nomadic homeless shelter is leaving a week earlier than expected. they have been on the front lawn of our church for almost 2 months and i think i'm really going to miss them. they are so sad and perfect and i think i learned more from them than i did from dan allender last semester... if you can believe that.
i'm going through a van morrison stage. it is like a bob dylan stage or a neil young phase, or a led zeppelin stage, only different.
somehow i am getting junkemail that is really really poetic. the subject lines seem to be the first lines of poems but i am too afraid that if i open it up it will just be an advertisement for a penis enlarger... so i just stick with the first line.
and that is a good metaphor.
a dear friend of mine is opting out of the class called prayer, discernment and listening (or something like that) to take a class on transferring photos to glass, which makes them a little easier to get at... talk about discern...
ha! another truly poetic moment.
it is pretty much raining poems here, like the way rumi claims that blessings fall all around us.
and when something is really true, i begin to wonder if the planes won't be able to land because the cloud cover is so thick with serendipity.
can you tell i am writing this from the cupcake place, where everything is usually at least sort of OK... at least you can get a damn good decaf americano and a sticker that suggests we rock out with our cupcake out or maybe: legalize frostitution.
(i love a good switcheroo of p with f, you know i do)
but for an update on my life as a lutheran:
they feed me almost every day, sometimes twice. i haven't been grocery shopping in quite a while. i suggest you all become lutherans and you can stop eating just beans for dinner...
a man from the ministry of funny walks just bought more cupcakes than he can carry and nearly stumbled over the man with the handcart carrying buckets of yellow sloshy egg stuff.
oh cupcake, cupcake, if you were a homeless man you would camp out on the front lawn and right now i would be like nina simone when she sings about loss and suffering because someone left you out in the rain.
oh, and happy valentine's day.
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