Saturday, December 5, 2009

advent 1.7

Strong black coffee in the gathering dusk. Blue ballpoint. Public radio.

I find myself without words this evening. I cut out a green paper snowflake this morning, shut off my laptop in the afternoon, laid down on the couch and stared at a spot on the wall for half an hour. The world is very full. It is fuller than I can say.

Do we distract ourselves from the weight of its fullness?

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