Tuesday, May 25, 2010

San. San. Santa.

Holy. Holy. Holy.

Living everyday lives inside cities called holy. Noticing how the place I'm inis holy. Helping the holiness along. Letting the holiness help me along.

This place, this time, no other, holy in many ways, maybe some of which I can be with.

Not letting routineness, irritability, stories in my head about myself keep me from noticing san, santa, holy.