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Last night I made my first trip back to Maryville since the move. Even in a few weeks there are changes: new commercial buildings, signs that have changed, our old landlord kept my flower garden and poured a pretty new sidwalk to frame it. And things that are the same: good friends who give comforting hugs, happy smiles, and fun conversation. Pat gave me a cookbook, Dr. H revealed he does like Nina Simone, Adele let me make a big deal over her beautiful 3rd trimester belly, Sarah and Caroline took time out of setting up to catch up with me; the kids had fun seeing their friends. W and Duncan tore around the playground as if absolutely no time was lost, C’s friends invited her to a full social calendar, and A made a neat stool with in a friend’s woodshop for cub scouts. We drove home amid summer night smells, musky whiffs of skunk, mown grass, distant wood smoke and we arrived home late and happy.

This morning, while doing my “internet run”, I found this little gem, left by a discussion-group buddy. I found it to be a comforting, holistic way to articulate the essense of what I’m considering:

I see reaction to institutions, expectations, and culture, not God or Christ. When I read this, I heard a parched desire for whole-hearted commitment to something that is bigger than yourself, that which is deeper and more valuable that casual or social or cultural expectations.

This morning we’ve had plates heaped with toasty millet, pecans, blackberries, and cream cheese, drizzled with honey. The Giant Baby has played with his little kitten, waddling around in his padded britches, Celia has taken her first roller blading trip around the block, the sun rose late, and my coffee has grown cold.  By all indications it’s another quiet day in the country.

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