hola todos...ok, here's a tale and half.
went to see a lady called irene the other night. i am still shocked into silence a few times a day by what happened there. god came and hung out with us. i learned that there is nothing he cannot change.
i don't know how much to tell....some of it is oddly hidden.
but ok, i have to try...i know now, that the transition i made four years ago, from being a catholic, to being as i now am, not, has had to take this long. i never entirely gave it up. i never surrendered the nationalism that is passed through an irish catholic family line. i never renounced vows i had uttered (in ignorance or otherwise). i always wondered about the necessity and validity of praying to mary. i
anyway alot of old things have gone now. the new ones are coming.
i finally feel like i have permission and the space and the energy to pursue god
am reading, in light of that, the pursuit of god, by a w tozer...check it out it currently blowing my mind
as is elephant, the movie.
as is the idea that sometimes friendships just don't work
as is the newness of life without history...it all being given up, and considered rubbish for the sake of having a future
as is the idea that sometimes, i can make god happy
as is powerless by nelly furtado
as is the idea of giving my whole life to one country
as is the beauty of daffodils
try one of those on for size, i dare ya
sábado, enero 31, 2004
miércoles, enero 28, 2004
against the clock..
ok, having, as i do, about three minutes to sum up the last month and five days that have passed since last we met in this untangible but nevertheless highly effective method comunicacion, suffice to say.....
i have experienced contentment, since december 23rd. not as a constant, but as a passing fancy. its hard to live without, once felt, but i know where it came from, and so i know that when the day or the wind or the falling of snow is all as it should be, i shall have it again.
claire is at the door to go for coffee.....
love you
i have experienced contentment, since december 23rd. not as a constant, but as a passing fancy. its hard to live without, once felt, but i know where it came from, and so i know that when the day or the wind or the falling of snow is all as it should be, i shall have it again.
claire is at the door to go for coffee.....
love you
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