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As remarkable as the daylight is, it's in the memory of the nightfall where yesterday's passions dance.
A Passing Glimpse
color of culture /
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Shafer Street wakes up with the glow of morning light.
jackson's sweet tea /
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Like southern iced tea on a hot summer afternoon, my day became so much sweeter when I heard Jackson Browne's The Pretender on the radio this morning. I sang along to every word and everything was instantly better.
dusting off summertime /
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My summers are metaphors filled with passions and the momentum to breathe. They’ve bookmarked my paths with fallen friends, first kisses, Saturdays, fast cars, and unforgettable lyrics. Time’s pace moves fast. I do what I can to keep up while not forgetting from where I came. The big sky often helps. It keeps me honest, reminding me of just how small I really am.
Like the old token filled shoebox I once kept in the bottom of my dresser when I was a little boy, I gather my favorite songs and mementos while tucking away the memories of the hands I once held and those who gently held mine in return. The sun warms my smiling face as I move forward, dusting myself off of summer.
invitation of the day /
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Morning light wakes the classic architecture. The campus too is slowly stirring as students begin arriving for the new academic year. VCU breathes a welcome for the newest kinda day.
smelling the gospel /
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As summer days are slowly drawing shorter, fruit from our garden have become much more present in the kitchen. Following a thought engaging morning service, I exited the church parking lot turning eastward rather than my usual western direction. I had a plan and it required a quick stop at the grocery store to pick up a package of turkey bacon and loaf of 12 grain bread.
Within an hour, I'd cooked the bacon, broiled the slices of bread with olive oil and grated parmesan, and sliced a few of our beautiful vine ripened tomatoes. After a splash of mayo and a dash or two or three of salt and pepper, we enjoyed some of the finest sandwiches we've had in a long, long time.
My faith is my own. I fall way short of being a Bible scholar, but I don't ever recall reading any scripture passages about such a glorified sandwich. If the gospel were to have an aroma though, I'd like to think it smelled like BLTs. Amen.
away from the traveling show /
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A number of things stood out today that I usually miss in the routine of days.
· A handwritten letter expressed friendship.
· There was a dead snake in the middle of the road. I saw it just after noticing a white hair on my forearm.
· The strength of a wind blown American flag snapped crisply from high atop the pole.
· Leaning up against a roadside stand was a weathered plywood painted sign. The message read: Tomatoes 3 for $1.
· A passing stranger offered me a good morning greeting. I smiled and returned the sentiment.
solitaire /
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Some of my most memorable conversations were only heard by myself.