Love must be sincere

Can't you hear the pleading in Paul's voice? Begging the Jews and Gentiles that make up the church at Rome, pleading with them to join together in love.

love must be sincere....

and now,

"May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace as you trust in him, so that you may overflow with hope by the power of the Holy Spirit"

[it's 2:55, and I'm writing abut Romans, that must mean my exam is tomorrow.

Wish me luck or say some prayers. Whichever you prefer; both are coveted]

This chaos is mind, brain and mind.

This is the space around my bed currently:



This is the package of goodies delivered to me recently:



This is the note that makes me yearn for home frequently:



This is the only view I see presently:

It's finals week, and that means home in 5 days (!), which means sisters and mothers and fathers and brothers, and puppies and babies and sunshine, and rest.
Rest, rest, rest, rest, rest, rest, rest.
My favorite word.
But for now:
Poetry analysis,
Abraham Joshua Heschel,
the book of Romans,
an evolutionary outline,
and a little bit of insanity.

indeed

a goood way to end the year.



-pay no attention to photo#1-

Lithuania

Lithuania. Lithuania. Lithuania.

What more can I say?

The name is on my brain, on my tongue, on my lips.

It's in their words,

in their looks,

in their gestures.

We converse and somehow find ourselves back there.

We have nothing more to say and somehow find ourselves back there.

We pass by and somehow find ourselves back there.

To New York, to London, to Stockholm, to Vilnius, then onto Klaipeda.

No, I won't be here in the fall.

Yes, it is soon.

No, I won't see her all year.

No,

and then yes,

and then yes,

and then no.

I've spent all year somewhere else, now let me be here and let me rest.

barbequed salmon

May day: Union Congregationalists of Magnolia, Farewell to Seth&Carrie lunch, nap&conversation on a rock at Ocean Lawn, seeing the family - seeing the latest addition, Irish folk tales.