Sunday, October 19, 2014

This Is What I Thirst For

They're singing next door at the church and playing drums. I like that this is their worship. I like hearing their worship floating in through my windows and doors, around my trees, and up into the sky above all of us.

I love finding the light. I love this peace and contentment. I love that the preacher next door is now wailing his message in call and response and the drummer is adding his own bass-beat emphasis. I love that my own sermons are the ones I see and hear and feel everywhere I look and that there are secret messages in every beam of light, every cell of plant and animal, every chitter of squirrel and song of bird, every piece of art, every note of song. Every beating of my own heart.

I love being here alone.

I love that this man will be home today.

I love that there is love. And that I am allowed to dip into the pure deep well of it with all of my heart and soul and ears and eyes until I am restored and made whole, and yet left open for more.



  1. Jo- Was it the Sticky Fingers cover? I hope so!

  2. I like your Sunday sermons. Sweet Jo

  3. Something super sensual about this post, and I'm not even sure why.

  4. Sweet Jo- Thank you, love.

    Neil- Because it's all about love and sex and smell and joy and light?

    Jo- But especially the Sticky Fingers cover, right?

  5. If you've gotta go to church, that's the way to do it! :)

  6. Steve Reed- Agreed!

    Ellen Abbott- And yes to you.

  7. Great photos all the way around. And the light is beautiful both on the outside and inside.


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