(started here)//for all the burdened who chase the Son
the light was exhausted from shining. volcanic air had thrown so much dust and debris and hurt in its face as it rose, and refused to let more than weak strugglings of light reach the ground in mexico. it cheered up when it saw georgia, but choked on the atlanta air and pollen. finally, it stumbled into the broad, comforting arms of a library. the struggled through the window, even though the sky was finally clear again, and fell into the library’s lap with all the exhaustion of a child.
‘i need rest,’ the light said.
‘then rest until the morning, when you are new,’ said the library, and stroked its hair.
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I get angry when I’m afraid.
Not my icy kind of anger. No, that’s reserved for more genuine injustices in the world. I mean the downright, take-me-by-the-fists-and-start-punching-and-running kind of anger. Normal, even kind comments become an insult as soon as they reach my brain.
It’s a miserable conviction to realize fully. It’s easy enough to see in hindsight, after you blow up at Person A over what they said, that you felt threatened. Your self-imposed dignity, your history with that person, everything in your heart screams that “NO! YOU CAN’T BE RIGHT ABOUT ME! I’M NOT THAT KIND OF PERSON!”
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I have an adventure jar full of coins on my dresser.
Well, technically it isn’t /full/, but it does have coins. Most are loose change, a few are pennies my boyfriend hid for me, and a quite a good number are parking lot finds.
This is my adventure jar, for when the day a traveling adventure spontaneously takes me along with it. I don’t know how much money is in there: sometimes I sort the coins by type, without counting, when the urge takes me.
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