Ubi caritas…
Music has a way of grabbing me by the shoulders and giving me a firm shaking (with the occasional gentle face slap). Then I can breathe deeper and my blood circulates more efficiently. These moments are lined up in my memory like the decisive battles in a war.
These last two weeks I’ve seen parts of the world that have previously been unknown to me. It has been wonderful, but there’s something to say about home. Not so much a specific place, just a certain degree of familiarity.
I’m still waiting for some clarity. Maybe it will come with the morning. If not, new mercies will.
…Deus ibi est.
there. now start leaving comments about my posts instead.
i told natalie about you going to amsterdam and NOT seeing anne frank’s house and she said that meant you didn’t love God. if she said it, i guess it’s true …
You may want to check out my mate Newton Faulkner. Just google him. BTW, love the new tracks