IN THE TENTH YEAR OF THE PANDEMONIUM

Tuesday, May 24, 2022

Truer than True


                                         ANY IS A LOT

I was contemplating air molecules yesterday and thinking about the metaphor of leaven for sin.  How any is the same as lot.  It is because it opens a door, it grows.

On the other hand, faith the size of a mustard seed, is also a heck of a lot.  It doesn't matter how "big" faith is.  It matters who the faith is IN.  So, any is a lot.  In this case an awful lot.

But also, this is a soft luscious day.  Warmish, by our standards, diffuse sunlight.  Leaves half grown.  Birds, sky, flowers.  The urgency of spring.  My thoughts are cloudy.  

Love, p


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