8:18
Though I can’t find the trail, the white marks guide me.
The piano is an unlikely place to have a revelation about art.
What barriers keep us from seeing God in the world around us?
The sign before me has me asking, “What does it take to be joyful?”
Waiting for me in the ringing chamber are ropes, draped in the air like a giant arachnid.

Floor time

September 24, 2018
Playing with a toddler is giving me a fresh view of faith.
The shiny surface above me is like a living Escher drawing.
In the cellar to get laundry, I am once again surprised by the sight of ripe cherry tomatoes.
The Empire State Building looms outside my window like a giant hypodermic needle.

Face time

September 8, 2018
This morning, my pareidolia is acting up.
The candle appears like an apparition in my darkened room, aglow without a flame.
I ask Kim simply, “What do you look for?”
I can pinpoint the moment when my dark mood began to lift.
The sculpture caught me by surprise, like some malevolent spider on the wall.
As I wander around this small, tourist town, I just keep thinking, “Why lighthouses?”

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