Wednesday, September 2, 2009
I follow his words, mostly. I follow his paths. I have only vague notions of his perimeters. He does have one I know, but I think it is wider than he realizes. It includes a beach with big waves. Flippers should be used, when possible. The perimeter includes the exurbs and spaces in between. I know the secret huffing spots now, but. It takes me weeks to forgive him sometimes. Siow fiar I alwieas hiav.
Posted by sisters of the low cross at 1:14 PM
Its hard to be a disciple. I can't say I would go to the ends with anyone yet. He gets pretty close to it, but other messages are lost in the travels. Empathy is not involved when climbing the fig tree to glean a few fresh ones, in fact, empathy, there I suppose, is a hinderance. I've been gathering, gathering, in tumultuous waves but the tides no nearer.
Posted by sisters of the low cross at 12:08 PM