tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166260472011-08-07T06:49:52.557-07:00Violence will not be heard again in your land, nor devastation or destruction within your borders; But you will call your walls salvation, and your gates praise. Isaiah 60:18Suzannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01659076782219331925noreply@blogger.comBlogger2301100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16626047.post-30699189047519097052011-06-04T08:40:00.000-07:002011-06-04T08:41:05.299-07:00

Jesus Speaks to the Women36x24 mixed mediaStations of the CrossCorona Christian ChurchI dyed the batik background and appliqued the foreground image with hand dyed fabric. Machine quilted; metallic paint and crystals.

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The best part was working in the slum along side Kenyans Jimmy Olo and Samuel Mwiti.What a powerful time we had those 5 days. It was special to us, and we gave it all we had. I was also with Becky Munson and Michael Stafford. We were a great group! We didn't have to say a word to each other or plan a thing! I have never had that much harmony in a group of people working on something! I will

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The earth is the Lord's and everything in it. It's only by the Lord's love for me though Jesus Christ that I can even begin to understand these words. All my senses are overwhelmed by this verse. There is no category to this statement. Take it or leave it; It is his; the earth; everything. And if that's hard to understand then maybe this will help: the world. And all who live in it.I wonder

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Oh Lord I am callingwill call and must always call. I will also callas others callCall out to you like birds would caw cawThe sound comes back to me as your people are the mountain thatmakes the echo.I hear them call, we callan abrasive music, cawOh Lord you hear us.

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You said my name and red and green gems fell out of your mouth.My name was given to me by my mother and then again by you.It hung there making music,making me real.I was a phantom, I was baited breath;unformed and messyout of my container.From all the words, I can only rememberthe shade of red leaking aroundmy name.The letters formed from purpleopulence, some iron bar bent

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Mark and I went to the Gamble House in Pasadena last month. Go.Sock in it's native settingMy elbow is healed! My knitting has resumed. Inspired to make socks.

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I'm heavily into the craft/sew/knit mode. So I'll be posting most of my projects here. I like Squarespace and hope to chart the inspiration I've been lead to by the work in Nairobi and the attention I'm making toward art. I hope to record the journey I've begun to find my place in developing the path of fiber for sustained living. Hand made, provision for life and meaning- it's a calling

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This is how much I love Valentine's Day.

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Plans are in the works to return to Kenya at the end of March. I hope to get back to Amani Ya Juu. What a beautiful place that can inspire all the working women of Mathare. They are free to work at something they love and enjoy the community that it makes. January is turning into a new kind of month for me. It's very good to be home and taking better care of things. We are so thankful.

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If for nothing else, come see the costmes!!Merry Christmas

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November 16It's cool and overcast. The open reserve next to the airport has giraffes in the distance. But I guess I'm feeling too serious to get excited about it. Or still tired.Keith is laughing all the time. He's so glad to see Arty. I get the front seat. Tim is patient and engaged. I can be quiet. There's a lot of traffic and roundabouts and so may walking.It all looks familiar. I

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November 15Remembering back to that Saturday night all I can think of is "I'm tired!" We hadn't even begun. But maybe that's just my memory. I was sick. The fires, the traffic, the drama aver the fires, the drama over the traffic. All of us were nervous about our tickets. During all of this I called out to God, but it didn't carry assurance. I just called. Once. That's all the energy I

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In impossible circumstances, the children taught at the Hope Center are surrounded by dedicated people who love God. We felt very privledged to visit and develope friendships with those who love them. Tim and I traveled with Eastside's own Santa Arty VanGeloof. He has so much to give because he lets all that he gets pass right through his hands. It's fun to watch him in action. Together

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Long overdue, but still worth sharing. Tina and I went to New Mexico to have one of my favorite trips ever. We ate well, traveled well and shopped well. Got a little sight of fiber processing and took in the hand spun type crowd. There are so many doing lovely creative things. I'm hoping to share that enthusiasm with those I meet while traveling to Kenya this week. Tim and I are taking our

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Tim Swaney took these shots and many more of the bead workshop called Kazuri Beads. The Brighton Jewelry company has struck water with the proceeds from their Clean Water promotion in Kibera, one of the slums of Nairobi, Kenya. Karin's group from our church was in the neighboring Mathare slum. You can still find Brighton Kazuri Beads at Ear Abstracts in Yorba Linda and help the families in the

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Thanks Paul, I know your thoughts come from your experience. I certainly don't have any special quality to offer. But I'm willing. Our plans have changed to travel in November. I hope to teach and/or encourage some possibly forgotten and abandoned fiber crafts. There is an active group who manage and oversee micro-business financing applications. I hope for a long term benefit for them, but

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Have a look at what our friend Tim is doing in Nairobi:www.timbuskey.blogspot.comKarin will be leaving on the 20th for 2 weeks to The Hope Center. The video page tells of 120+ children that are being helped. The number in the past year has risen to over 2000.I hope that you'll sponsor a child too.www.hopemissionsintl.org Tim and I are planning to go in September.

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I've begun.

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What kind of seeds are bones?that lay down in the earth to become earthThen the texture of springs and things unseen before-The worst came to themand they fell-unthinkable to reverse their purposean insult to their creationWe are not in the time of knowingit is not to be saidwhat comes of calcium and withered marrowBut if bones are seeds once hatched fromcreations painful rootsWe will see its

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He is continuing,my friend is extended.The cries in mystery lay idle.But revealed when he touched them.He is transforming-my friend is overturnedby grace which lies amongst soiled creation, given eternity in time.He is dying.My friend is prophetic.The passing can't be fleshas bones do; dry and whitened.He is living-my friend is writing courage.The law of justice pressinglight from darkness; words

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My friend Joel is writing again. You should read him.

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This Saturday I'll be teaching Sweater Finishing at the Knotty Knitters Guild.Ten techniques makes Teddy's sweater loaded with tags. Say that five times fast!Life is going well. April is always a good month for me. Matt will be doing Driver's Ed and Karin will be done with school in a few short weeks. Me too for that matter.I'll soon have all of my garments made and a few patterns drafted as

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Mark, stitch, cut carefully.Yeah, I've got the welt pocket down... and thankfully I've learned to make the jacket fit! I'm using woolen that belonged to my Aunt Mary Alice. She would be proud of me and eager to see this new technique. I'm off to Sante Fe, New Mexico for a week. I'll be learning from Ann Budd and taking pictures of the missions. La Lana Wools and Georgia O'Keefe...

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Good bye 2007. It took waiting to the last days of the year to win big. It's all going okay now and this game of Rummicube was a highway sign.Yahoo! Two points to add a little humility, to remind me it shouldn't be all perfect.Peace for 2008.

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I'm loving "Clash of the Choirs" during the writer's strike. Let's hear it for Team LaBelle!! Here's some more good choir TV-worth the download time, really!Merry Christmas!

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I came home today from school with no academic projects barkin' in my basement. What a complete joy! I'm done except for a multiple choice final a week from Wednesday. Mark is coming in two days and will be here for Christmas. He'll be able to see Joel's show on the 19th. His room's all ready upstairs.I broke down and turned on the heat today, just long enough to take the edge off. Why do

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It's difficult to rest after being on the move. I really need to rest. I need to rest from worry. I am better at trusting, but that means I can't think about it too much, or else, guess what? I'm worrying!Karin is home; joy! and I am finishing up projects at school and wondering aloud, "Why am I going to college?" But the routine is very good for me and I feel like I do "know" stuff now. I

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100% Merino Heavy Worsted

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I blended handpainted kid mohair and merino from Laurie Lawson and merino top.My first full skein! approx. 418 yds.

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Something new to write is onlytracing the markings once made.Made in me deeplywhere memories pool.It flared up again that reignmentof finery that cloaks overlove and slow breathingand waiting for a cool mist tofinally settle.I copy your pose of resolutionand set my ear to hear musicthat has begun from ages far away.I still can feel despite this pilland I can still hear the rhythmset by senses

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It is easier to belong to a faction that simply tells what Jesus Christ has done for me, and easier to become a devotee of divine healing, or of a special type of sanctification, or of the baptism of the Holy SpiritIt's one of those days. I am letting some peace come into my spirit by just allowing my thoughts to rest on Jesus Christ. I look for him everywhere. It has been a dense fog of late.

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...sights from my time with Karin. We avoided arrest from the Italian Bus Police and abduction along a dark Tuscan road. I'm only being a little dramatic. I am once again humbled by International travel. It is not the cloth of which I am cut, but I loved having Karin to myself for 10 days. The weather was fantastic. My favorite thing, despite the dark evening walks, was the hostel tucked up

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...describes my life.

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Contact Noteby Jon Hopkins

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find it and listen with me...Red Right Ankle Lyrics

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I can feel when I rub against the grain- the slight edge to air and light.It’s all a matter of pleasure- the discernment that lays between courage and surrenderI could give up the basics and flyI could grasp what is seen and liePatient toward time for the sake of visionIndustrious with circumstance; provisionA process pulls in the hands of GodA resistance caves in my heart; I’m soft which says to

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Karin is in London, traveling with Vanguard classmates. We met other families as we waited in line to check in. It started to feel real for her about then. But me, I have known all along. It was harder this morning as I walked past her room. And when I came home wanting to tell her about the two-year old I fell in love with today at VBS. I passed Old Navy and remembered that I would have to

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We stepped into the whole envelope of sound.I embraced them all for the first time, so thankful for the moment, each one of them so necessary. Gratitude makes for great accoustics.

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Coley and I had a healing time together this weekend. We talked always, save for sleep. We saw old friends. We nodded in recognition of the same old things. Our lives are intricate, rich with currency of experience and heart. We spend ourselves for the ones we love and the ones who are hard to love.In Ventura we also grieved. It was far from easy. We said goodbye to attitudes that had us

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This bulletin was posted from Francisco the Man's myspace. Click on the post title to hear them. They sound better than ever now! Thank you for this, God:Hello everyone.As of right now, we are in a city called Willow, just past Sacramento and 30 minutes from Chico. We are sitting in a hospital, Nestor and Angelo in line to get checked on by the Doctor. Abdeel is in there right now.Last night

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If your Elijah comes to me now with my bowl and jar overturnedYou cannot be expecting a thing from me.My son and I;we are prepared to die.If you bring me hope through a prophet’s love, all untouchableYou shouldn’t shame me when I dream againMy heart withinhas long expected to die.If we together watch this miracle soft flour green oil fragrantYou break all former contracts that bargain deathMy

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This sweet lyric shack holds music. I want one.

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What does one say when shakenand metered? Can silentexpression commandtidefalls; projections?An outburst of costly savedspent observationsto take in a tale born of painleaves me pensiveStill willing to trust thatthere's something trustworthy-in the eyes; past the partingwhich tells us of storiesI listen still faulty, inworlds, seperate, foreign-Your flesh takes blood tooto keep it from failingI

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It was my first visit to Wisconsen for Camp and by the looks of it, I had a great time. There was so much to see and learn, I was completely happy with creative people and the nurturing, useful skill we've come to value. I went alone but came back with several new friends. I sampled a few great local beers, ate the fried dill pickles and bought enough Shetland jumper weight to last me the

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I'll be going to Meg Swanson's Knitting Camp in Marshfield, Wisconsin.

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Jar of Seeds, dead life in mePotential of realityShaken down in glass unseenin order of the mysteryNo one can see or smell or tastethe Light, the Wind, the Human FaceDNA and bones examinednever tell of trees in famineTell me something else insteadthat breezes blow past former deadand warmth that comes from someplace elsestill comes untoldand rights itself.

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... is facing the aftermath of a city authority that has forgotten them.Keep them in your prayers. Make a phone call. The simple thing to do is apparently not the easiest.URGENT APPEAL: After the fire, police assured us that they would remain on the block to keep things secure and to keep kids from playing in the ruins. Unfortunately that did not last. Within days the fire-damaged block was

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The humble man sits for hoursawaiting a poeman attentionThat rivals architectureslatticed with moneysystems orknotted with microsurgeonsHis work is anticipationthreshing out the thoughts of silenceThat contrast harmoniescolored with signaturesonce emptynever heard untilnowHe is commonly seen as an isolated manunnoteworthyBecause imaginationdefies what was,falling forwardout of meageranswersHis

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...from a neighbor of the Simple Way

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Pray and contribute. It's that simple. The Simple Way in Philadelphia suffered enormous loss as a fire destroyed their neighborhood on June 20th. Thank God no one was injured. Now it's time to recover and respond.Shane came to visit us last fall. He, along with others in his household are showing us a renewing patience and acceptence toward one another. We really can live together. We can

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when I look at green I feel loved.the shades in ripples which lasso the lightall foreground a prophecywhen I look at dark I feel held.Just to see is evidence of gravity evenfractures of leaf in buoyancyto see the focal point of forestmakes a love to my eye that bonds my soulas do lips to hair’s nape a dream aschartreuse reaches it’s fronds toward me.

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My partner in poems: This mystic man whom other men remind me of in fractionsThe creator who mirrors me in parenthood bent from lover's armsMy soft childhood face never a shame when it comes to light a fatherhoodMy watchful life is his eyes and my voice his breath brushed lips a smileThe company of silent crowded yet to be revealed which hold us married a fertile fieldIconic creatures

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Stephen Barnwell is just one artist highlighted here @ Rag and Bone.Amazing how good a pocket full of money feels. Isn't it fun to find a $5 dollar bill in your jacket? What kind of mental money do we have stashed away?

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...like iron, carbon, and oxygen out into the universe. "The iron in our blood is from supernovas," says astrophysicist Andrew MacFadyen. "There's a direct connection between stars and us."

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It's a bad day. It's a day we can't remember with fondness. It is a day where those who mourn, parents and brothers and sisters and grandmothers and uncles and aunts and grandfathers feel nothing more than the end of the world.Can we start to feel what people of another race and culture would feel? Can we start to reject violence in all its faces and forms? Can we start to see that those who

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The open meadow in mist of lightcannot be touched by gnome or knightThe droplets hang in suspended daylayered in meaning the sighted payThe page is turned as a white dust roadancient prisoner you may beholdThe cool browed vista that lead to this placeis still envisioned an altered graceThe metaphor in draught or floodcan only whisper of the GoodAway it goes the way of

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The road to freedom is still filled with symbols and sign posts. Iconography is a cry of liberation for every era and culture that engages it. The textures of orthodox, European and Latin icons are interchangeable in our smaller world.Sojourner Truth understood the power of image. She hoped people who bought her photo card would feel that her message lived on with them;her message of inherent

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I wish I could craft courage like I would a quilt.I would cut up what I know and stitch it into what I want.After all the layers of desire were bound together I couldTake my courage and lay down and feel my fear warm,Then melt, soft like skin to sleep in love like I neverhave before.

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This is going to be a strange review.I'm not really going to tell you what this book is about. You could see that on 5773758-6740754?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1174622253&sr=8-1">amazonWhat I will say is that I hardly got through the first chapter before I had to put it down for a good cry. I mean a Good cry. I could see right where this was going. I could see the truth of the story all layed out in

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I stared at the picture on the back of the truck. The faces of a man and woman encouraging me to apply for work as an ice cream salesperson.It's hard to take a face seriously when they are everywhere. A face is a powerful image.The same face was looking at me from the back page ad in the magazine I was reading this morning. A stock photo! Of course! And here I had been lured into wondering if

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Have you heard Arcade Fire's Neon Bible?Oh my...."set my body free... set my spirit free"

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"the identification of the culture with the church, with the evangelical church, makes us prone to an idolatry of nation. That's so pervasive it's almost impossible to carry on a conversation about it. America's founders left Europe because of nationalized churches. Now we've got one of our own, and we aren't even aware of it. So the nationalism combined with the pervasive consumerism are big

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I just got home from being at an event at Cal State Fullerton: Human Trafficking, Modern Day Slavery in Southern CaliforniaThe power of film once again. From Lilya 4 Ever to Trade (coming in August '07) to Svetlana's Journey, I am glad that the power of story can still move me. I exited the large room before the crowd started the question/answer period so that I could let the effect of the

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I dream of it. Here's my new favorite blog site. Need to share: This artist, Yuken Teruya takes shopping bags and creates small paper still life dioramas. It took my breath away.photo from http://www.saatchi-gallery.co.uk/artists/yuken_teruya.htm

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I have liberation in hopetied to this 3-D frameI don't ever give up.The spirit doesn't need me to know his nameThe blessing comes just the sameJust the same to king or queen-replicas reverberate that distant ring.I can't deny the breathe I haveit feeds my ears to hear it singMy tears try to deny itmy feet seem chainedBut my soul resurrects whenhe sings it: please sing"out over the past of what

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Christians embrace a shallower version of Jesus.There is a world out there with all manner of ideas about Jesus. Frankly I don't see anything in the gospels that demands our belief; no coersion. It is given and then we can enter. Even someone who approaches God from unbelief is simply responding to the reality of Christ in the world, no matter what manner of faith he settles on. To the

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I'm finding it a little easier to just begin praying whenever I think of it. No need to launch into some preparatory salutation. I just begin. I just start where I left off. It occured to me while I was waiting for the light at the corner of State College and Lambert, that Christ is really on my side. Why not! I believe so much about Him anyway. Why not go the whole way and imagine Him at

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it lies to me thislonelinessit tells of absence thena dead end roadi see the barricadethe type in redbut behind me a trusted mystery reminds meof a deep well andan elegant tableit's remarkablethe instinctive calmthat resides to the west of my headwhen the east longsfor the risen faceno matter how far the expanse

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ab-o-li-tion: the action or act of abolishing a system, practice or institution:Last night I sat and listened to Dave Batstone speak about modern day slavery. Some wonderful people are fired up to "spend themselves on behalf of the hungry and satisfy the needs of the oppressed"I'll be lending a hand.Batstone has a way of invitation. He spoke with gentleness and eloquence. There is no need to "

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There is a world of words to hear and to read andwrite and breathe. And my breath to live themHalleluiah!And a poem to be written, some unseen wisdomthat can only be known in the tellingSee!There it spills out like water, exhales like airthe hope of a moment fixed like a starThank God for night, right now! Thank God for night- the exhale of day the space to see starsFrom here, they are

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This became THIS! (...from Vogue Knitting Winter 2006-07)

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Shane Claiborne talks a bit about fire and brimstone. This might be the first word on hell you'd love to hear.

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It seems to take a lot of time to live life. I think I live a writer's life without the agent and publisher with which to hang my shingle. I enter the room, with all the prayer and the best starts to begin my tasks. And what usually happens is a series of distractions and impulses that set my imagination spinning. One thing leads to something other. I must get things done, somehow, because

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I have the word "rest" highlighted on my calendar. Repeated each Sunday, it seems agreeable with me. Last weekend, I let everything go and slept on and on as the virus swept over me. I agreed with my body that I needed to rest. Sometimes it seems hokey and simplistic to go to church. My church isn't cool. It's not emerging out of anything. We mildly attempt slick and polished, the kind

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Because Roy tagged me, I get to play:1. I make the best guacamole of any anglo-saxon I know.2. I speak Russian (badly).3. My (favorite?) activity is knitting at the movies.4. Madeline L'Engle is my favorite author and when I wrote her, she wrote me back. Her letter is one of my treasures. I send her a Christmas Card every year.5. When I was little, after I woke up every morning, I would always

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Joel, Happy Birthday!

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We're all interested in "what comes next" at the beginning of the year. I was able to go to the Rose Bowl with some family and we had a wonderful time. Being on the winning side helps. At my suggestion, we closed off the day with a Guiness at the Beckham Pub. Can't help having one without thinking of friends far away. I am thinking of all my friends today and really trying to take it all in.

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And while some women are starting with the basics, cutting from patterns or stitching a seam, others are reinventing the craft by altering their old clothing for a custom look.For many, sewing their own clothes is a backlash against the cookie-cutter, mass-produced clothing available in stores....or to slow down the modern greed that comes from our media loving society. I went clothing shopping

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Of all the beautiful knitting that could be done, it's the elemental that shines. A plain tube with an opening for the thumb to warm my son.They weren't hard to make, nor did they take much time. I didn't look elegant as I knit them, and I didn't feel clever, but my love is often like that. The love I receive is often like that.I am much too intense. I am ususally five steps ahead of the

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One Punk Under GodWednesdays @ 9pm on Sundance Channel

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Watch for the lightstrain for vistas that aren't seen with sightWatchand keep in step with all the earthCall out in sighor surrendered sleepfor you are a child equalto your makingand watchWatch for sonswho devise plans of rescueWatch for builders of cites andsoup kitchensMenders of feathered soulsthemselves oiley fringed andinconsistantWatchas a seam of warmth threads throughfrom time and

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...our annual love feast and quilt jubilee. This should happen everywhere, all over the world.Merry Christmas

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I sent off the last of the packages today after my marathon week of rehearsals and waitressing for Uncle Phil's Diner.Matt and I had a great time and made new thespian friends along the way. But when I picked him up from school today, he said what I was thinking- "I'm sure glad we don't have practice tonight."Tonight was spent making risotto and putting lights on the best tree ever. (I think

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Purchase some gifts from Thistle Farms and help Magdelene.

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