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August 2010 – Convergences of Reverie

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What do I write about? A Page of My Journal. We Are The Movies. The slow revelation of a life. Waiting for the Throne. August 25, 2010. There was a certain man promised a certain treasure many years ago. It came as a surprise to him, as much of his life was. He was a real guy, down-to-earth, a farmer kind of guy you might say. One day, God said. He was promised a throne. And the throne was occupied. David waited a good long time before the throne was unoccupied. He had more than a few opportunities t...

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November 2010 – Convergences of Reverie

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What do I write about? A Page of My Journal. We Are The Movies. The slow revelation of a life. The end is the beginning. November 16, 2010. That day the earth shook. The fish swam the other way. The upstream, the downstream. For a moment things. Were not like they usually were. Green leaves above the fish part. At the fork, we watch them. Spinning in the current,. Circling like skaters on ice,. Scoop shaped, spoons from. Which the little mosquitoes drink. I am divided by the boulder. November 10, 2010.

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June 2011 – Convergences of Reverie

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What do I write about? A Page of My Journal. We Are The Movies. The slow revelation of a life. The Sweet, Familiar Ground. June 24, 2011. June 24, 2011. I’m all right, I’m all right. I’ve said it seventy-one times today,. Paced the hard wood floors. In my bare feet,. Through my upstairs window. She. Waits for her red-coated lover. From the oak tree. He’s busy fighting wars, flying. Circles around the other suitors. I don’t own a pair of pointe shoes,. But I want to wrap my feet in them. June 10, 2011.

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December 2010 – Convergences of Reverie

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What do I write about? A Page of My Journal. We Are The Movies. The slow revelation of a life. December 24, 2010. January 15, 2011. You are looking at me. From the other side of the glass. I never thought I’d see the day. We were always pushing, pushing,. Noses pressed so close. I could see your teeth lined. Around your jawline in pointed rows. Your distinct smell,. I’d know it was yours, but. Now it’s burning in my nose,. You’re on the other side of the glass. The light is on but you. Won’t see me.

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February 2011 – Convergences of Reverie

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What do I write about? A Page of My Journal. We Are The Movies. The slow revelation of a life. February 24, 2011. Today, it came rolling down my road when the school district let out at 3:10. I had just pulled into my driveway when I had a moment of hesitation. I. F I get out of my car, they’ll see me. They’ll all know where I live. I thought. Then I reconsidered. Why do I fear the giant Twinkie as a senior in college? What is it about that vehicle that strikes fear into me? February 14, 2011. I climb bl...

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June 2010 – Convergences of Reverie

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What do I write about? A Page of My Journal. We Are The Movies. The slow revelation of a life. June 8, 2010. June 8, 2010. I think. At least he seems to particularly enjoy parallels, especially the ones that follow alongside his line. Maybe math is useful after all? My study in 2 Peter 1 relieved a little of my anxiety when I read verse 19: “We couldn’t be more sure of what we saw and heard–. In moments of pain or uncertainty or confusion or despair or worse–waiting–you cannot forget the mome...

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June 2015 – Convergences of Reverie

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What do I write about? A Page of My Journal. We Are The Movies. The slow revelation of a life. June 30, 2015. June 30, 2015. For a long time now, I’ve felt called to intercession in all its many forms. It’s hard for me to see a need and not try to meet it. If my husband would let me, I’d probably have 15 dogs in a big dog lover’s sanctuary. That’s a zoo. All this despite my passion for the canine kind. But that wasn’t the end of it. Little Wilbur grew up and quickly became the best dog ever&#46...Our fir...

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October 2011 – Convergences of Reverie

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What do I write about? A Page of My Journal. We Are The Movies. The slow revelation of a life. What I dream of. October 12, 2011. October 12, 2011. Photo by myself (Rachel Ashley). The void in my word. October 5, 2011. October 6, 2011. I hold the creature nearer to my chest,. Because it is your child, your dearest and most beloved,. It rests on my fourth shelf at eye-level. It meets me in the twilight of six thirty, crying. Every day it grows into my shelf, arguing theology.

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October 2010 – Convergences of Reverie

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What do I write about? A Page of My Journal. We Are The Movies. The slow revelation of a life. October 29, 2010. The onset of winter weighs heavy. On the dark brown arms. They lean over. To bear the weight like a hiker. And, pointing at the ground,. She hides in the green spines,. Sticky with syrup, fragrant. The air. Lay undisturbed near the trunk,. Between her bundled body. And its bristly skin. Breezes trickle through the needles. Who whisper as they shiver. With the onset of winter.