I took a commercial break from life this evening to spend time with two soul sisters who are in town at the same time. Both women have participated in the reality of The Pile that is my life, having rented our spare room at different times over the last four years that we have been in this house. One moved back to the midwest to be near her family, the other is off at medical school on the East coast. Both have left a void in our hearts by leaving.
One of my favorite things ever is being totally entrenched in conversation about God and relationships and baggage and sin and redemption and covenant –
– and pausing for a moment in the midst of that conversation to consume my third tequila shot –
That, to me, is poetry.
This may not be for everyone, and I certainly don’t want to imply that I am again drunk blogging, and I definitely don’t want you to feel left out if you were not present. Let’s just say that despite my having been on vacation for 14 days, it felt really good to get out.