Journal entry

On mornings like this, when the air is crisp and cold, we like to walk through the neighborhood. On this Sunday as on all Sundays, most are worshiping in one of the many gathering places neatly situated within walking distance from any given point within the boundaries of our small town, leaving behind them, the gift of stillness. One not lost in translation but relished in every fine distinction it has to offer.

"Let your amazement out into the room.

Pry open the box you hide your joy in.

Be a poem.”

John Patrick Shanley (1950 - )

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