The other day in mass I noticed that the burning heart of the crucified Jesus above the altar has a shape that looks uncannily similar to the state of New Jersey. Just an observation I guess. no conclusions.
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Its kind of hard to be reflective here since most of my time is spent in the company of Other. Yesterday, however, we filled a plastic jug with gasoline and took a two hour bangka ride over to Maripipi, the mountain island that forever looms in the distance across the sea. The panging of the motor makes conversation inconvenient so there’s not much to do but sit and stare at the light dancing on the waves. Thought then takes you away to other lands, other times. Reminded me of the pleasant feeling of being alone in the airport in the emptiness between comings and goings. Clamming with Mom in the Barnegat and the long hot shower afterwards. Rain begins. Wave enters and lands on my lap. A long hot shower…ughhhh…
We sailed around the island like Marco Polo. Filling our stores in this village, visiting a distant relative in that, grilling fish for lunch on the beach of a suitable cove. My favorite stop was a place that’s known for its constantly flowing spring of cold, sweet water. The locals gather there to wash clothes; the wives exchange gossip and the old pass down oral tradition to the young… I suppose. My companions and I jumped into the spring and bathed with delight in the invigorating waters. Someone even broke out the black shampoo. Lather up!
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Those moments that connect us to other places are the first indications that we are becoming rooted in our surroundings. Good luck and God bless you.
DM- I got some good tunes to send you. Hopefully I can get them out this week.
Praise God, the King, the Almighty, Soul of Souls. Love is He. Prayer incessant.
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