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My name is Laura and these are the wonderings of a theologically trained ponderer (me), writing out-loud, while working to help form her small corner of the church.
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Category Archives: in the world
I walk a lot. These things happen when you are a transit commuter. Heightened Sensitivity The past week or so, my sensitivity heightened by flowers emerging from sand bags, I have been noticing sundry plants growing in and through pavement. … Continue reading
Writing is thinking: I’ve hear it often and I agree, but what about reading? To ‘fess up a bit, I’ve too often and for too long treated reading as mere input. As I’ve moved along in my doctoral program, the … Continue reading
You would think someone with “strategic” as a strength theme would figure out how to avoid an all-nighter. Well, think again. The night before my last class of the term, I slept a whopping 90 minutes, spending the rest of … Continue reading
Nearly every Saturday, he sits on the planter wall, a few yards from his “home” set up behind some shrubs. Every Saturday, I am torn by two compulsions: connection and protection. Very rarely, our eyes meet and soul glances at … Continue reading
Week days, I commute. On the bus, rain in my ears, book in one hand and a pen in the other, my world is a sonic traveling office, interrupted only by sufficient distraction. Going from here to there is inconsequential … Continue reading
For most of the year, my work days begin pre-dawn, waiting. After a usually well-timed and quick morning routine, I am off too the bus stop. The duration of my wait varies with the timeliness of the operator and me. … Continue reading
For a few days a couple weeks ago, I saw blue and green everywhere. And nearly every time I saw it, I took a picture. I realize this may seem strange—and maybe futile and silly. Maybe so, but the result … Continue reading
Nearly every weekday morning, I wait in a transit mall in LA County. The wait lasts about 20 minutes, offering time to finish my morning coffee and, beginning today, write for this blog. Buses come and go. Cars mostly come, … Continue reading
Waiting—Synonyms Wait, tarry imply pausing to linger and thereby putting off further activity until later. Wait usually implies staying for a limited time and for a definite purpose, that is, for something expected: to wait for a train. Tarry is … Continue reading