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I didn't blog for a whole week!? What is happening?

That is a great question. I'm not sure, entirely, but I do know that I prefer not-blogging because of full days offline to not-blogging because I feel stuck in a rut.

I do not feel stuck, although I did earlier this year. I am unsticking a bit more every week.

On the weekend, when I lay in bed listening to my friend softly snore beside me until 3 am (her snoring was not to blame for my insomnia), I wrote several fantastic blog entries...

Problem is, I wrote them in my head and still need to get them out on paper. Well, digital paper.

I will have time for this someday, and I promise at least one big exciting thing in May. And it will not be a boy, so you can cross that one out, Mom. :)

For tonight, I give you: My Top 6 Easter Weekend Moments

6 - Driving a red Camaro. It makes me feel hot, even in sweat pants and rubber boots. I like blasting ironic radio, like oldies or the CBC, in a car like this.

5 - Eating delicious food with friends and family. Happiness. Meals are such a communal delight. I know someone who went a month without eating alone, in order to focus on the way food brings us together.

4 - My uncle grabbing my friend's ankle while crawling under the dining table with my nephew. Not at all creepy. Just how we (he) roll(s). I wish everyone could meet my family. They are simply great. Sometimes hilarious, sometimes wise, sometimes a little strange, always comfortable.

3 - Reading stories about Jesus out loud, late at night. Singing songs slightly off-key. Listening to birds. Watching the sunset. Lying in the sun with a book on my face. THE WHOLE IDEA OF A RETREAT.

2 - Praying for a lovely friend. And another lovely friend. Believing that Jesus hears and knows and cares.

1 - Finding myself moved to tears with sadness and with the desire for hope and healing to come.

Bonus: better than the above - Remembering with my heart and mind that Jesus is a REAL person, not some disembodied benevolent cloud.

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