16 Wednesday Apr 2014
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chains, cleansing, Easter, metal filings, new beginnings, prayer, prison, repentance, snow, the Ascension, washing
With The Ascension comes cleansing. A rising.
A simple prayer.
Rushing cascades of foam edge out detritus.
Metal filings, steely and black, scatter.
Scrapings from
Sculpting… Prison bars… Chains… Rust…
Seep into corners and erase defilement.
WASH ME
FOR I SHALL BE WHITER THAN SNOW.
A. Locke 2014
pedaling about, gathering a synthesis of musings and tidbits with which to marry language and images
pedaling about, gathering a synthesis of musings and tidbits with which to marry language and images
pedaling about, gathering a synthesis of musings and tidbits with which to marry language and images
Bobbi L. Newman
pedaling about, gathering a synthesis of musings and tidbits with which to marry language and images
Academic librarian with 15+ years of experience. Passionate about lifelong learning and student success. Interested in user experience and organizational leadership. For me, being a librarian has never been about the books--it's about the people!
-the near-unconsciousness of possible meanings -
Mormonism from a non-conservative perspective.
Searching for a beautiful silence
In which we raise baby chickens in Wichita
Writing about Stuff that Matters
Thoughts on music, creativity, imagination, and exploring the space between the notes.
I do love this; the cascades of foam.
Quite wonderful.
a baptism of sorts…. gorgeous imagry
How kind of you. Thank you so much