Up here in the attic (see past post), I have ruffled around in musty trunks. I have stumbled across one trunk.....[he called me just now wanting to share some stew]. This trunk. not sure about this trunk. When I uncovered this trunk I thought the handle was combersome. I thought the dimensions too small for all the treasures I had to relieve. I wanted something sleek, something metro, and embedded with initials in my classy script. I wanted to follow a kin cursive. to be able to touch the lettering and read the words with my finger. The color was plain too. But I looked in the trunk to find a lining that becomes more and more special, it's torn in corners, and it's edgey but something emerges in the lining's diagonal patterns. First I had vertigo and I thought these were cliffs. but then i started to see a look-out almost familiar. it speaks to little mountains I have myself. Can I walk across this valley? I can't see through the grass. Then I remember I'm actually in a trunk and I pull my head out from this territory. I'm in a trunk, and it's not my trunk so i have to inspect it.
Or you could turn around in my metaphor and imagine I have found a lamp. The light is on, but I'm not so sure about the lampshade. This screen of light is an oldfashioned color I keep trying to name it, i'm not so sure about this lampshade with the ruffles and shape it takes up a lot of space and i'm wondering if it's necessary. I'm not sure that I get how it's filtering its light.
is it light i can absorb.
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thank you, my oldening eyes can now read your words without struggle.
I asked God how to pray for Molly today and guess what I got!
"Lord, please rock Molly's spirit so she can sing and dance to make You smile!"
this is incredible molly love! you are unlike anyone i have ever met in your ability to explain what you sense and feel...
i just want to read and read and read and never stop. to be immersed in your way of talking about the world-- your way of interpreting events-- your way of blinking and not blinking-- your way. freaking crap. freaking crap. key word: freaking. :)
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