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Now and Not Yet: March 2010

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Now and Not Yet. Thursday, March 11, 2010. A smart, older person, trying to help me discern future vocation, asked me the following question: . When you are ninety years old, what do you want to see when you look back upon your life? A few pictures- some clear, others blurry- arose unbidden in my mind's eye.  To start with the clear, I (for reasons yet  unclear. Outside the clinic black, barefoot children swarmed to our white sides.  Their mothers (sixteen, fifteen years old? He asked. .

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Now and Not Yet: Ninety

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Now and Not Yet. Thursday, March 11, 2010. A smart, older person, trying to help me discern future vocation, asked me the following question: . When you are ninety years old, what do you want to see when you look back upon your life? A few pictures- some clear, others blurry- arose unbidden in my mind's eye.  To start with the clear, I (for reasons yet  unclear. Outside the clinic black, barefoot children swarmed to our white sides.  Their mothers (sixteen, fifteen years old? He asked. .

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Now and Not Yet: August 2009

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Now and Not Yet. Monday, August 24, 2009. Receiving, or An Argument for Commuting by Bike. 160;I agree with the maxim, "Tis more blessed to give than to receive," but for what are assuredly selfish reasons, namely that I would rather be in the empowered position of giving.  Receiving is humble.  . A red Taurus idled past (lost? 160;Mostly no, I do not.  . Sunday, August 9, 2009. There is a forty-something year old man who comes into my store and acts like junior high boy. That is, he makes dirty joke...

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Now and Not Yet: Raison d' etre

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Now and Not Yet. Sunday, May 16, 2010. I haven't forgotten my blog exists, but I have felt devoid of writing inspiration. Other blogs post recipes or neat pictures of interesting adventures or landscapes or describe current events or discuss books. I have a dear friend who just posted watercolors she painted herself; it caused an identity crisis of blog proportions. I have no paintings or photos or revolutions to post. So why write? In short, what is the raison d'etre of this blog? What of it dear?

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Now and Not Yet: November 2011

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Now and Not Yet. Saturday, November 5, 2011. Some winsome, autumnal quality about today gave me the itchy-finger compulsion to write and remember what I saw, smelled, felt, and heard. There were so many real live things in which to delight; I don't want to do a disservice to my humanity or yours by promptly forgetting it all. It was a good day to be in a body, on this earth, and in this corner of the world. Tails Is this a thing? The glory of man fully alive. By what right did I get to see him? And for m...

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Now and Not Yet: September 2009

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Now and Not Yet. Tuesday, September 8, 2009. Is there any thing more patient than a tree? In my current transience and impatience, I resemble something more like a dandelion than a tree: sprouting up when the sun shines and keeling over when the temperature drops, hasty, green and trigger-happy.  Dandelions rarely survive a good frost, much less an entire winter.  Compare this with the old maple who has the wisdom of two hundred weathered storms! 160;What can shake her? Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).

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Now and Not Yet: For Now, There is a Mountain

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Now and Not Yet. Friday, December 10, 2010. For Now, There is a Mountain. I have been writing this blog post since July (no pressure, reader.) I even posted it a month ago and then deleted it in a fit of self-doubt, because it felt unfinished. The piece feels unfinished because it is. And lo, a woman in the balcony uttered in a resonant voice that carried from narthex to nave:. I am not certain that the converse is true, and that something by virtue of being difficult will be good. Some valleys are j...

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Now and Not Yet: June 2010

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Now and Not Yet. Tuesday, June 29, 2010. When I arrived, Colin was fussing in mom's arms. "He seems to want to be held today, " she apologized. "How bad can that be? I thought to myself, "He weighs about 15 pounds and is darling." Mom and Dad left, and our quartet- Colin, Caden, myself and Luna-the-dog- began fixing dinner. Oh," said Caden with his forehead wrinkled intently, "Well, are they burning now? Wow, those are kind of black," observed Caden. Like I said, he is a perceptive boy. Colin still refus...

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Now and Not Yet: February 2010

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Now and Not Yet. Saturday, February 20, 2010. To Whomever Was Playing the Steel Guitar This Evening on the Roof. For reminding me that i . Sometimes as stiff and unbending as a  strip of cracked leather). May still be moved to tremble with sound. As surely as a steel string thrums under the fingers of a master . Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. To Whomever Was Playing the Steel Guitar This Even. Penyedia Rental Bus Pariwisata di Makassar. A window with a view. Habari za Jessy :D.

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Now and Not Yet: December 2010

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Now and Not Yet. Friday, December 10, 2010. For Now, There is a Mountain. I have been writing this blog post since July (no pressure, reader.) I even posted it a month ago and then deleted it in a fit of self-doubt, because it felt unfinished. The piece feels unfinished because it is. And lo, a woman in the balcony uttered in a resonant voice that carried from narthex to nave:. I am not certain that the converse is true, and that something by virtue of being difficult will be good. Some valleys are j...