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get rhythm
get rhythm I live with an arrhythmia I know of what I speak it’s awfully hard to dance when you cannot find the beat somewhere along the way as I traveled through my week the metaphor extended ‘cause we still can’t find the beat to life beyond these past two years of isolation and defeat…
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advent journal: us.
I don’t know who said it, or where I first heard it, but for years I have remembered the First Rule of Theology: there is a God and it’s not me. I find comfort in that sentence. Being God looks like an incredibly difficult job. There’s something about the Incarnation that flips that statement over,…
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practice
practice the little blind dog sits with her face to a sun she cannot see basking without asking for more so much to learn
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almosts
almosts it doesn’t have to be a sudden death shoot out for the little things to matter horse shoe nails go missing long before kingdoms start falling we miss most of the might have beens and play on unaware of all the almosts that roll by disguised as incidentals to see them all might be…
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saints of diminished capacity
I can’t remember now who I read or heard say the phrase “saints of diminished capacity” (I thought it was Nadia Bolz-Weber, then today I found this book.), but it has stuck with me, and has been a poem I keep coming back and revising. Here is the 2020 version: saints of diminished capacity the…
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advent journal: gratitude
I love telling stories. I also love repeating them — just ask Ginger. I do, however, come by it honestly: it’s a family trait. One of my favorite repeatables is one I have heard my brother tell many times and comes from his days living in Akron, Ohio. His barber there was a man who…
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i’m listening
Thanks.
Milton, you are firing on all pins, my friend…
(As I tell my mom–who is an incredible artist at 80–You know? If you keep practicing…)
Thanks, Nathan. Here’s to practicing.
Peace
Milton