slipping, sipping … wondering into eternity. something passes, enters, is inside of me and i am quite certain of its importance, but it is inside and i am not very precise with a scalpel. on all sides are dancing turkeys with silly aprons, i in the middle sitting or kneeling but in all moments trying to keep my eyes on the little hole far above me…
somedays i feel like stumbling drunkenly into the private rooms of Heaven, putting on a display of foolishness that even those angels who have been around since the start of this all could not forget, and then coming back here to earth and doing the same.
i love that for every moment of silliness that takes place in my life God has seen it and perhaps even gave a laugh and applause. everywhere we have an audience, how beautiful is that!?