Just like my thought processes…

my “journals” are scattered about in fragments, bits and pieces, single pages, single couplets, sketches and doodles.

I would love so much to gather them all into one place so they can see each other, recognize their similar threads…

And fall in love.

Across the calendar, my thoughts join in peculiar rhythm. Some waltzing, some two-stepping, some jogging across the page in a step someone has

yet to name, my own odd life-rhythm. Come together my dear ones. My disconnected words.

I love you all.

“God is not afraid to wrestle with intimacy.” —quote from J. Allen

Me—“I am.”