indigo girls are in the air... "..so you know you're all right. lives will come and lives will go. soon you'll feel it's all right, you just got a letter that goes straight to your soul. when your whole life is on the tip of your tongue, empty pages for the no longer young, the apathy of time laughs in your face. did you hear me say? 'each life has it's place...' "

and i look around and people are driving in their cars. or having lunch. or shopping. at the deli today, one of the ladies in the booth behind me said, "i'm so sorry to hear about your grandfather." i turned around to see she was on her cell. so i returned to my baked potato.

"how was your weekend?"

"what?" i reply somewhat distracted.

jake has been a great source of comfort as he lays against me on the couch and follows me as i move about, room to room. i hope dogs do go to heaven.

breathe in, breathe out.

on the one hand, that flicker has been fanned into somewhat of a nice fire. big enough to cook a meal on, at least. and i've been chewing on that for a few hours now. with a bit less enthusiasm.

jason has been writing this whole thing on prayer, so it's been a conversation piece for several weeks now. we were driving on henderson mill the other night talking about the different takes authors have when they write on prayer. this one was interesting:

try praying without using words.

posted by Kelly @ 2:45:00 PM