An old sadness.

Fresh water.

Great kids.

Loving friends.

Purpose.

Wonder.

Rest.

Anger.

Bitterness.

Fear and fright.

Flickering life.

Foreboding.

Truth.

Lies.

Indignation.

Coffee.

Prayerfulness.

I am a missionary.  Imperfect.  

Complete and yet unfinished - sometimes woefully unfinished.

I am a revolutionary.

A hermit.

A semi-retired social butterfly.

Patron of the local arts.

Pet-ter of small grranimals.

I've held a chimpanzee and gone nose to nose with a baby snow leopard.

Fierce.

Frail.

Undone.

Undoing.

Redeemed.

Restored.

Recycled.

In process.

Join me.

We've got a world on our hands that needs real love.

Neighbors who feel the sting of abandonement and lonely days.

Kids that giggle under the windows

and test drive words that make us blush like "hungry", "scared," and "all alone".

Tears that should not be.

Friends in high places.

A blank canvas of opportunity.

Musical notes waiting to assemble.

No grand scheme is needed.

One step.

Then another.

Another.

Together.

One falls and if lucky, another is nearby to bear him up.

Tears mingle with sweat and the sound of prayerful voices raised in hopeful songs.

We are community.

and friends in waiting?

Take my hand.

Music for this day:  Take my Hand by Ben Harper & the Blind Boys of Alabama