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.megh.elizabeth.: Jayber.
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That all my destinations would accept the one that's me so i can breathe. After a weekend around- reading, sleeping, coffee and tea consuming, thinking, feeling alone, feeling community, going to church with Megan Buff, spending the night at her place and giggling all along, conversing a bit with my housemate Dale from South Africa, and resting and walking-. A deep love for Belfast, Northern Ireland. The beauty of green, even in gray. I looked around and saw faces. and every face was laughing. al...Becau...
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.megh.elizabeth.: 11.2008
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That all my destinations would accept the one that's me so i can breathe. To cyndi. spinning in spain. "excuse me, are you americans. Happy Thanksgiving to you.". Dear Cyndi, I write to you (these words were written a few days ago). You sip coffee while spinning in Spain. But I am on a green cot, with a warm blanket, and Rwandan ginger tea, writing in pencil pages and pages of my blue journal. and yesterday was most beautiful. I had a grand mood dancing around. Why? Let me tell you of my yesterday:.
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.megh.elizabeth.: Disbelief in Belfast.
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That all my destinations would accept the one that's me so i can breathe. There once was a girl with short brown hair. And she went to Scotland. And there she was with Rachel, where the most beautiful island of skye happened to run into them, and it was full of magic. And then solitude found her as she said her goodbyes to Rachel. Only last thursday this girl arrived in Belfast, Northern Ireland with all the fear and fright and angst one can know, but today is Monday evening, and only joy befits her.
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.megh.elizabeth.: Dublin or Portland?
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That all my destinations would accept the one that's me so i can breathe. So today we arrived after transit. Wandered about beautiful Dublin. Quite remniscent of Portland with its gray sky and little patches of sun and entertaining people and colorful buildings and green green lands/. Today has been a bit of wandering about. Looked at the Ancient book of kells (beautiful and ornate) at Trinity College. TOok a wondrous nap. THen wandered around in solitude until I found a nice little pub. Oh, fok's sake/".
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.megh.elizabeth.: the minister
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That all my destinations would accept the one that's me so i can breathe. We met this minister. She is a stunning woman. Full of grace and peace and strength. She began a ministry for those around her community that caters to children who have lost family members. the program uses art therapy to help children cope. I was so inspired. I don't always know why I am inspired. Why do I want to do everything? And why am I only human? I am only human. I am only human. Thank you Kierkegaard, Levinas, Jesus.
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.megh.elizabeth.: 09.2008
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That all my destinations would accept the one that's me so i can breathe. Beautiful. enchanted I think. There must be fairies and angels moving harmoniously about the air here. Roe and I sit in an internet cafe. nestled next to this great green mountain. I felt sick this morning, but then better. Seems to be the trend. Woke up in the middle of the night with an ill stomach. I walked toward the bathroom. Heard this strange buzzing sound. I jumped. But everyone slept. I jumped again, buzz. buzz. The sounds...
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.megh.elizabeth.: 06.2008
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That all my destinations would accept the one that's me so i can breathe. Depression exists. depression is me. but so is gleeful living. it is me. and you. what on earth does it mean. pain. tears. joy. sadness. laughter. dance. song. all in the span of an hour. a moment. a day. Or none of us? Is it God's love working through each individual? Maybe unity in this. minimal judgment. limited accusations. compassion? Yes indeed. i feel absolutely hopeless. falling into darkness. so often inescapab...Yes but s...
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.megh.elizabeth.: edinburgh, scotland
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That all my destinations would accept the one that's me so i can breathe. Sometimes i arrive in a place and feel empty. dark. overcome by solitude and loneliness even when surrounded by thousands. Others, though, are opposite. Upon arrival to edinburgh, scotland, only feelings of hope. This place is rich in history. each building dating back centuries. The people move quickly, but there is a sense of community. Condensed city. almost like portland. architecture pulling me in. But words are only so much.
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Dreaming Spires: Orientating
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Sunday, August 3, 2014. This past week (my second in Kenya) has been dedicated to new staff orientation, which has included lectures about transition and TCKs, question and answer sessions about life in Kenya, and opportunities to grow to know our fellow incoming teachers. Some of these opportunities have been officially organized (such as the Wednesday outing to a tea farm run by three generations of British immigrants. Interestingly, however, when it comes to my walk of faith, I am pretty entrenched in...
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Dreaming Spires: Shadows of Ecstasy: a review of sorts
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Saturday, July 17, 2010. Shadows of Ecstasy: a review of sorts. By Charles Walter Stansby Williams. My rating: 3 of 5 stars. I love Charles Williams' books. Everyone who knows me knows this. Others may think them strange or obscure, but I find them pulsing with life and power. They remind me, in language that transcends knowing, what it is that I'd forgotten I'm looking for. Is Considine an antichrist or a returned messiah? Does it even matter? What do we do with those Old Testament passages in which the...
