dudemanflab's Diaryland Diary

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all morning death will go out through my roof.

My hair is now long enough for Pippi Longstocking to make of it a horizontal affair.

On Diet
The cows are on hormones. The vegetables full of all sorts of -cides. At this point, when I turn to eat, I can only return to simple traditions. Thank God for provision, ask him to bless it, in spite of it all.

Someday in my own house, I'll have a cow, chickens, a garden with a fence, some goats to add a level of unpredictability. I won't be able to grow everything, but I will have enough.

And if my heavenly house were a great woods, I would sing in the mornings when I'd wake.
I certainly wouldn't be disappointed,
not that you can be disappointed in heaven.

Sunday morning, something broke in my mind when I woke up. Three blankets on top and the little light of the spring-forward day through the blinds. I thought how much I loved my parents, my brother, and didn't tell them. How I loved being here in this place in this position and time of my life.

I guess I had enough perspective to see the past few months back.

I don't know when something like being in Carlsbad will ever happen again, and I cherish it.

I know you can't hold on to things too tightly, ideas or memories or inspiration, because it looses all of its qualities.

But I know God has been good to me these past few months.

11:29 p.m. - March 10, 2008

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