Wilt 100
centiment
eye - 5
tree virus
blue eyed yawn
stapled & taped
Nothin' but band names today... from
1962 b-ball record points,
geography,
word play,
and a couple images from the day.
band names, poetry, guitar, mystery, reading and travel all taped and stapled to a big coffee jag on the first day of the work week...
Rezult
8%grade
trade papers
deal-z
ack-o-lade
6/5 pint
benzene
tom a hawk
faith paint
rezolution
idyllick
hackney
utopia parkway (NYC)
J Train (NYC)
I said that this blog was in some way about 'unchurch.' I want to make good on that comment and perspective. The community whose link is off to the right here is one in development. It's learning what the One whom it worships is inviting it to be and do. I am quoting my spouse to recount that: rather than growing an institution, rather than inviting people who are not part of our thing to come to our thing, rather than beginning with an 8:45, or 10am Sunday morning worship event that speaks one language, rather than these - Way of Christ Community exists to practice learning and living in the outrageous, radical and out-of-the-ordinary love all humans receive from God. Strangely enough, that means we may not ever be a "church" to some people. The idea (un-church-ness) is that somebody who sees this outrageous, radical, out-of-the-ordinary love might see it being lived out.
Outside (expectations for) a big organization and a big building might be a place for many more people to see that love. So... that's unchurch for now. The idea is that you can come to the worship events this community celebrates, but you don't need to see Godd's love.
Today's band name: Smylies :-/
The other day when I had seen the newest Harry Potter movie, I was thinking and wrote down some thoughts...
Giants, Ogres, or Faeries
It is not as though we have never seen
giants, ogres, or faeries in our days.
The trouble is we haven’t known
the names for the presence of the moon,
the city, the neighborhood or the stars.
We can’t begin to name a company of
friends with the wisdom of a mythical beast,
half human animal, half majestic presence.
My children, 3 and 5, call out excitedly,
“I see the moon! I see the moon!”
When might I ever call out, “I see…”
the idea, the wisdom of that choice,
the color of your eyes,
the nature of this development,
the hope of revivification in this or any life?
A couple days later I was jumping on a trampoline...
Bounce (Trampolina)
Bounce,
Bounce
Click
Went the key
To the iron gate
Of my heart
Joy
A sandy little
Sparrow flits loose
Free in overcast skies
Bounce,
Bounce
I expect this is the place I wish I could go more often than to work. So far, I have thought of several reasons to come here myself; list all the band names I've come up with - feel free to add more, or use any of them - post some poetry, some photos, experiment with formats for web pages/blogs, and ... hopefully neither of us experience it as, well, blather.
Hope there is a reason for you to be here too.