What's in My Journal

Odd things, like a button drawer. Mean
things, fishhooks, barbs in your hand.
But marbles too. A genius for being agreeable.
Junkyard crucifixes, voluptuous
discards. Space for knickknacks, and for
Alaska. Evidence to hang me, or to beatify.
Clues that lead nowhere, that never connected
anyway. Deliberate obfuscation, the kind
that takes genius. Chasms in character.
Loud omissions. Mornings that yawn above
a new grave. Pages you know exist
but you can't find them. Someone's terribly
inevitable life story, maybe mine.

                                                   - William Stafford

Communication Sabbath

For the next two weeks I’m taking a Sabbath from communication. No, I’m not going mute; I’m still going to talk with Misty, talk with my friends, talk to myself, and in times of parental breakdown, yell at the kids. But I am taking a break from other forms of communication.

For the next two weeks I’m taking a break from the phone; no calls, no txts (I’ll have to figure out how to spell all over again, "lol"). I’m also going take a communication Sabbath from Facebook, Twitter, and blogging. There will be no status updates, tweets, or meanderings about life…I’m taking a break. Oh yeah, no emails either.

My hope is that taking a break from communicating I can re-connect with the ones that are most important in my life: my kids, Misty, and our Creator. I will be reading, writing, talking. But mostly…

I will be listening.

I’ll be back in 2 weeks. Peace.