RiverRunning

Maybe it was the coffee I drank too late in the evening. Maybe it was the ongoing prayer for a miracle. Maybe it was the latest issue of Imprimis I couldn't get out of my mind [Mark Steyn]. Maybe it was the great fun I had making a shadow box today and all the ideas I have for making the next one, and the one after that. Maybe it was the plants I'd like to plant at the church. Maybe it was the thinking about getting a job and not knowing where to start anymore. Maybe it was that PBS "Religion and Ethics" program I watched after church on Sunday afternoon. Maybe it was that I need to get final awards ready for my AWANA Sparks club and I need to call or email the secretary before I know where to start. Maybe it was the thoughts about my favorite Anne Sexton poem, "everything here is yellow and green, listen to it's throat, it's earth skin." Maybe it was upcoming graduations, and weddings, and overdue bills. Maybe it was

all of the above but, I can't sleep tonight. Could you?

So, I'll think about lace and stick frames. Paper flowers, pearls, beads. Scripture. Where I'll go tomorrow, if anywhere.... One thing is sure, I'll think about something. I'll think about Tish! On the roof with strong coffee and hand rolled cigarettes. So many choices...and that, that makes me think again of Mark Steyn's column:

"....It's ridiculous for grown men and women to say: I want to be able to choose from hundreds of cereals at the supermarket, thousands of movies from Netflix, millions of songs to play on my iPod---but I want the government to choose for me when it comes to my health care. A nation that demands the government take care of all the grown-up stuff is a nation turning into the world's wrinkliest adolescent, free only to choose its record collection...." Mark Steyn adapted from a lecture delivered at Hillsdale College on March 9, 2009 [link above].

I believe the man has a point but, I'm off to try to sleep once more.

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