Thursday, August 30, 2007

This poor man

Psalm 34:6. Amen.

Saturday, August 11, 2007

Wednesday, August 8, 2007


Darkness has descended on another of my carefree summer days. Summer days that have flown, full of delightfully unprioritized tasks. Summer days that have melded into a potpourri of faintly forgetfull notions, once solved in sleep-- they seem to melt back into dilemma with the rising of the sun.

Try to find ten words, or a thousand if you like, that will describe your summer, and you'll find the whole is greater than the sum of it's parts. And so I crash into the wall of my inexpressible summer, and when I try to take the wall down, I find my mind too clumsy.

I have remembered Peru all summer long. Most everything reminds me about Peru, and many times it's not the similarities.

I have thought about going to College. I'm so afraid; I'm so excited.

We have had grand adventures, sailing, hiking, and swimming.

But what I like most about this summer, is the fact that I could be together with family. All the places I have been, and all the things I have done, are filled with thoughts of past and future, and then, as now, I'm thinking of my family.