i hope my words are strange and wondrous,

like kisses that quiet all things superfluous,

so that we can all stop and

listen

7 to be exact.

my blogs have always remained steadily low key.

this is not an intentional decision for sure,

in fact, the information is relatively public.

the difference is that there is no "following" so that the updates go to you when i post,

unless you're a fellow blogger in which case you are probably on as often as i am.

and the natural streaming begins,

and i believe honestly that the people who regularly take it upon themselves to read my blogs are the people who actually care.

not to say that these are mutually exclusive.

there are people who care who don't read,

however this is the first place i turn to in my time of need,

and people who know that know that here is where they find me.

in the season of Lent,

my desired silence

my desired retreat

seems to manifest itself once again in this dear space.

i've found a new place to hide,

away from you.

i find however, it is a daily struggle

not to hope that you'll step into my space to look for me.

but i'm learning,

to push away desire for you

just as i'm learning

to push away desire for food.

and i find that i'm happy.

quietly happy.

quiet and happy.

quiet. happy.

no more intruders into my heart.

no sneaking in,

i'll wait till someone knocks, and tells me God gave him this address.