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come on over and visit the new place. the grass IS greener on the other side :]

Sunny with a chance of rain.

"To live amid lax words and dim thoughts more or less translatable into concreteness depletes energy and deadens the joy of life."

practical application: A man who says "precipitation probability is twenty percent" is less alive than if he had said and felt "a small chance of rain."

we are suffocated by analytic abstractions of innumerable activities.
statistics. indexes. ratings.
the figures are definite. their worth often indefinite.
correlation does not imply causal relation.
especially of the human heart.
we are conditional.

i am a conditional lover. i have encountered an Unconditional Lover who is the Christ.
He is showing me how to NOT put conditions on my love.

i'm happiest when i allow myself to feel.

i love noticing things. i usually try to enjoy the little moments. and revel in the things that go unmentioned. the feelings. thoughts. emotions. vibes of every moment paint the world with its beauty.

let me paint the picture that i'm living at the moment.

i'm in a building named after our college president. the rhythm of my childhood (90's music) runnin through the speakers.  my coworker just hung his "razor" scooter that he road to work up on the coat rack. no coats are hung there because of the big ball of heat in the air. its radiance shinning through the window soaks into my skin. i found an empty bag of starbucks coffee- that is good for one free coffee tonight.  the faint smell from the coffee still permeates the air.  a picture of a cat, in a raft, on the ocean that was colored from a book is staring from the cubicle beside me.  the living word is at my side.  open it and "taste and see that the Lord is good."

Oh, so good. 

transcendence

metamodernism. transmodernism.

all i know is. i'm done with. postmodernism.

i'm a product of. postmodernism.

but the transcendent One is calling me home.

human thought. human autonomy.

thought rooted. in thought.

i'm a product of. postmodernism.

but the truth is. He was there. 

always has been, always will be.