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I feel like poetry. April is the cruelest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing Memory and desire, stirring Dull roots with spring rain.They pierce my dun casing, drinking from the red deltas, the rivulets …
If it makes me so cold no fire could ever warm me

It's been snowing steadily ever since 1pm and it's beautiful. Amazing, Matt would say. And since snow makes me think of poetry--(Thanks to Emily Dickinson: "if it makes me so cold that no fire could ever warm me, I know…
I looked over my last couple posts, and they all sound so cynical. It quite belies the fact that I've been so happy of late. I'm sorry. Forgive me. I don't want to make your life worse!Here's my happy list:choirHandel's …
Murie sing cuccu

It's 4:30 and the sun is still up: the days are getting longer. Doesn't that make you happy? Sumer is icumen in, Lhude sing cuccu Sing cuccu!
Welcome to Florida, land of pink sunsets, hungry pelicans, bats, and mosquitoes (I already have four bites), very warm Decembers (I'm glad I already had my snow), and intense sunlight. This is a beautiful place.
The pounding sea is calling me home

Tomorrow I leave for home. Then Sunday comes the testing point when I appear at my home church for the first time in a while. I'm anxious as to what they'll think of me. I'm so looking forward to getting my hugs everyda…
I know it's barely December, but all the slush makes me think of this poem:Chansons Innocentes:in Just- spring when the world is mud- luscious the little lame balloonman whistles far and wee and eddieandbill come ru…
Trees are inherently enchantedToo much snow would crush us. I don't mean literally. I mean that it has to melt, it has to be ephemeral, or else the wonder and mystery would overtake us and we would choke on it. ICICLES …
Tantivvy, Tantivvy, Tantivvy, aquesting we will go!SO, I had a lovely break, and I read The Once and Future King, Whose Body?, and the Princess Bride, and surfed through Jane Austen's letters, and collected a myriad of c…
umm, Toto?

Fear no more the heat of the sun, Nor the furious winter's rages The wind is blowing and it sounds like a motorcycle. I guess I've grown complacent without any hurricanes this year. It sounds like it could sweep m…