This morning, I took a one hour walk around our town, primarily for the sake of exercise.
As I glided along the muddy roadsides and cracking sidewalks, I
* Took in an mp3, one hour course on European history and its cultures, identities and hopes in the 19th-20th centuries,
* Walked across the rubble of a construction site of a new highway going around our town,
* Waved to 23 truck drivers, who all waved back,
* Shared morning greetings with three friends who happen to be mentally handicapped,
* Joked with the catholic priest who both cares for them, and serves with godly passion on our university board,
* Greeted the father of one of my middle daughter’s friends,
* Smiled at the town council member to whom my son delivers newspapers,
* Created a concept for a new series of songs related to the soul’s progress through a lifetime, and
* Came home to a house silent with late, summer vacation sleep.
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I’d be careful of waving at truck drivers Dan, people might talk.
It’s too late, Graeme. They already do.
Beautiful Dan! I appreciate your story-telling gift. I find myself in the midst of chaos summer mornings
trying to hold onto Jesus while the wind and the waves do their thing. I think I’m in the tri-tone season of life…and it can also be beautiful. peace, love, dove.
Awe………….the sights and sounds of LIFE! Your observations and interactions remind me that all is life; it is all the big picture. It is all “church”………no distinctives of sacred and secular……just life….oh that we all would recognize this more and more!
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