Oh wait..I don't claim to be a writer. That sounds so professional and so not me. What am I then? Well, I often have a jumbled mess in my head; words, thoughts, images, and sometimes I need to try and make sense of it all or I'll go crazy. So, I write. But when I see it on paper, after it spills out, it looks unfamiliar because there is a rhythm, a meaning, a breath. But it looks foreign to me...like, it could not have come from that jumbled mess in my head.
But it had to have...I mean I'm the one sitting here holding the pencil (figuratively).
every breath is a gift, every sunrise a possibility... but only when there is coffee.
About me
- Home
- about me
- Day 1: Psalm 1
- Day 2: Psalm 2
- Day 3: Psalm 3
- Day 4: Psalm 4
- Day 5: Psalm 5
- Day 6: Psalm 6
- Day 7: Psalm 7
- Day 8: Psalm 8
- Day 9: Psalm 9
- Day 10: Psalm 10
- Day 11: Psalm 11
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- Day 12: Psalm 12
- Day 14: Psalm 14
- Day 15: Psalm 15
- Day 16: Psalm 16
- Day 17: Psalm 17
- Day 18: Psalm 18
- Day 19: Psalm 19
- Day 20: Psalm 20
- Day 21: Psalm 21
- Day 22: Psalm 22
- Day 23: Psalm 23
- Day 24: Psalm 24
- Day 25: Psalm 25
- Day 26: Psalm 26
- Day 27: Psalm 27
- Day 28: Psalm 28
- Day 29: Psalm 29
- Day 30: Psalm 30
- Day 31: Psalm 31
- Day 32: Psalm 32
- Day 33: Psalm 33
- Day 34: Psalm 34
- Day 35: Psalm 35
- Day 36: Psalm 36
- Day 37: Psalm 37
- Day 38: Psalm 38
- Day 39: Psalm 39
- Day 40: Psalm 40
- Day 41: Psalm 41
- Day 42: Psalm 42
- Day 43: Psalm 43
- Day 44: Psalm 44

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