The imagination of movement; the outward flow from a central force. August 9, 2011 4 Comments. 2 weeks, minus one day. To see all the people. Has continued to spin on. People read the daily news. Just like nothing ever happened or changed.

Cold Tangerines by Shauna Niequist. At least I think her and I are friends. I feel like her friend. I think she would probably agree? Her writing is honest, raw, easy and she just seems like a regular old church-working girl who is trying to figure her life out one day at a time. Here is an excerpt from her book that I keep chewing on. To breathe deep and accept today for what it is.

Can you hear it? To the rhythmic beating of your life. Tucked away, shielded away by ribs. Up against muscle and bone. I was never good with anatomy. Seventh grade science dissection projects. Staring into the eyeball of the insect. That lay fully exposed and at the hands of a very immature and awkward young boy or girl. In attempts to bring some life-qualities. Where i feel bare;.