in praise of bad coffee
it’s not the craft shops that greet you when you’re fleeing the winter in the middle of the night.
it’s not the craft shops that greet you when you’re fleeing the winter in the middle of the night.
I wrote that “Life is a collection of feeling woozy in various places.” Later, I found out I was just iron deficient.
We met a man in Thailand’s high hills…
My favorite verse, the second one.
I’m pondering the insanity of the world.
It’s our desires that draw us to God…and from Him.
Or, why we can only speak about God in metaphors.








