possibilities of peetering along the currents of traveling, finding myself groping for hope among concrete trails...i am overwhelmed by the volume of clutter, singing among saints, and bewildered children. musing in tangles of sighs, laughter and embraces that span greetings and good-byes. deciphering all of this along edges of curses and blessings.
"If you look at every flower individually, they look quite miserable. Put them together in a vase and they become a bouquet and that is quite attractive. I think about our commuinty often in this way."- Henri Nouwen
posted by Peter at Friday, November 25, 2005
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