Thoughts while Traveling
1.31.2007
"Call PETA. the circus is coming to town..."
Yesterday I heard the word "bamboozled" a total of four times.
That was peculiar, I thought. I don't even know if that is a real word.
Then, after a long day I slumbered and dreamt of very strange things. Like a herd of elephants walking through my workplace, led by my gregarious and loud mouth boss, who ironically was returning today from a business trip to Las Vegas. I am not a dream analyzer myself, however I would venture to say that this image is a telling one of my feelings toward her.
Life is looking different lately. I am grateful and humbled when I look and see before me a kicked open door. I look ahead and I hope. In a sermon I heard a few weeks ago, "Hope" was described as one of the three "sisters", sandwiched in between "Faith" and "Love." Words that incidentally are thrown around these days like a football in a half hearted pick-up game on a Saturday afternoon.
"Hope", like many middle children, is sometimes displaced and unsure of it's identity.
We treat it as such. I know I have. Hope, I realized, is something I don't cling to very often.
I want to learn how to do that more.
That was peculiar, I thought. I don't even know if that is a real word.
Then, after a long day I slumbered and dreamt of very strange things. Like a herd of elephants walking through my workplace, led by my gregarious and loud mouth boss, who ironically was returning today from a business trip to Las Vegas. I am not a dream analyzer myself, however I would venture to say that this image is a telling one of my feelings toward her.
Life is looking different lately. I am grateful and humbled when I look and see before me a kicked open door. I look ahead and I hope. In a sermon I heard a few weeks ago, "Hope" was described as one of the three "sisters", sandwiched in between "Faith" and "Love." Words that incidentally are thrown around these days like a football in a half hearted pick-up game on a Saturday afternoon.
"Hope", like many middle children, is sometimes displaced and unsure of it's identity.
We treat it as such. I know I have. Hope, I realized, is something I don't cling to very often.
I want to learn how to do that more.
3 Comments:
hey, I was just saying to Sarah two nights ago that I missed you guys. then I had a dream that Justin and you were at a party or something that I was also at. Then, it seemed Justin was upset at me - so tell him I'm sorry for whatever I did to upset him. Anyway, I think it was just my overactive and paranoid imagination. We really do miss you two and hope that someday soon we'll meet up.
love you both.
Hey, called you Sunday about getting together....you want to try again this week????
Okay...umm...it's been a REALLY long time since you've blogged. I miss the curious mind of Anna!
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