Dear Madam,
Dancing sounds like a smashingly lovely idea. My life can be darkened all too often by the seriousness created by my unrealistic fears of the mysterious future that I fight to control with my Duk-i-ness, but just can't seem to get a handle on. Flying is a preference as well.
Light, lovely, free as a balloon left to rise high in the sky out of view...
Picking Ice for my Ton Welling Shaved Ice Duke party of Life
-Sir Ice Pick, Duke of Wellington
PS. Do you like Hammocks?
I do
I love how when your feet leave the ground it's as if you can leave the cares of the world for a little while...
*...sigh
Then you get to swing and sway as held gently by the hand of God.
In that moment I find that I can let go and live in the reality that it is not I who carry myself through this life, but the hand of God. Reminiscent of being a child, nurtured and growing in a mother's womb...swaying gently from side to side.
Time stops. I'm on the brim of eternity ready to tip over into the loving care of the Father.
I don't know about you, but I like Hammocks.
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WHOA! Holy crap! I haven't checked your blog in a while, and there's all these posts! Yay. But anyway, what is this from (re: hammock post)?
It was a reply email I sent to my coworkers in one of our ridiculous email exchanges.
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