..has happened over the last two days, I cannot begin to tell it.
The problem? All of it is worth telling: the beautiful fleecy clouds that fly by the half moon sitting in a beautiful blue sky overlooking the fresh green of Lancaster's well-watered landscape. The mavelously-complex universe of thought and praise in two hours of organ and trumpet last night. The lessons I'm learning about life and living. The song of the gentle robins that ruffle their wings and settle onto a cherry-branch. The joyful, gliding flight of the falcon above, swimming with the clouds in an ecstasy of windy warmth, dancing around the daytime moon. The page of the Bible I unexpectedly got in the mail -- from the first 1611 printing of the King James translation. The conferences, the papers, but most of all, the breeze, the music, the warm embrace of sunlight, and the whirling joys of bustling summer life.
But for now, I sit next to the window and work hard on the last part of my website project.
Maybe I'll post tonight.