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December 25, 2005
A Time of Living | Merry Christmas!

Ecclesiastes 3: 1-8

To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:
A time to be born, and a time to die;
a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;

A time to kill, and a time to heal;
a time to break down, and a time to build up;

A time to weep, and a time to laugh;
a time to mourn, and a time to dance;

A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together;
a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;

A time to get, and a time to lose;
a time to keep, and a time to cast away;

A time to rend, and a time to sew;
a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;

A time to love, and a time to hate;
a time of war, and a time of peace.
  posted by Adam at 02:06 | 0 comments

December 24, 2005
Spirit of the Season
Tonight felt like Christmas. It may have been the carols twirring quietly or the aroma of fresh-baked cookies in the background at Darren's house, or the day of relatively care-free fun, or the fact that when I walked in the door a half hour or so, the tree in the living from finally gave me, if only for the moment, "that feeling" — or maybe a bit of everything, but it finally feels like Christmas time; I have a feeling that this year I won't let it be gone before I know it. Atleast no more so than the break itself.
  posted by Adam at 01:48 | 0 comments

December 23, 2005
Love and Not Being Alone
I have had two experiences since being home that have triggered such a fundamental reconnection with myself that I feel atleast a hair closer to who I used to be. The first was taking a night owl bath and reading The Magician's Nephew in a single sitting. That reminded me that I was not alone, that even in a world where I feel more seperate from my peers than ever before, I am still fundamentally plugged into the common human experience.
The second was going to see the new Narnia movie with my father today at the Spectrum. Afterwords my mother had not yet gotten home from work so my dad and I got a Smitty's Pizza. It reminded me strongly of the wonderful times I used to have going to see movies with him as a child — indeed, it was one of them. What followed reminded me of the father-son nights I had growing up when my mother worked nights on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Having an evening of him only being a father and me only being a son and having a marvelous time at it is one of the greatest Christmas gifts I shall get this year.
  posted by Adam at 01:37 | 0 comments

December 09, 2005
Is it life or is it Memorex?
The scents and sensations they will linger,
nothing in this world exists in isolation.
Oh, tragic joyous permutations!
Lovely, horrible new life stations!
So spend no time on hesitation,
Lest the world slip through your fingers.
  posted by Adam at 02:37 | 0 comments

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