This blog is not updated often enough. This blog often has typos in it because I post too quickly. If you follow it, you won't be bothered too often.

Walking to the store I read a Wendell Berry poem and felt poured into, not catching much of the meaning, I drank in the "meditation in the spring rain" like unlooked for refreshment, too surprised to be greedy. The next one would be greedy. To show forth life I need to be filled up with life - life given by other men, by God.

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