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The last thing I want to read about is another long and beautiful and solitary walk.
She waddles so slowly and aimlessly on evening walks that it feels like you’re tricking her into moving forward. I swear her body’s just gotten doughier and wider while her head has stayed the same size.
When I first moved to Honduras three years ago, I ate everything my host family ate: beans, eggs, cream, tortillas. Heavy, simple plates—bland, but satisfying. But then suddenly one day, months in, I just couldn’t do it anymore.
I like to term myself “religious but not spiritual.” I enjoy the trappings and rituals of church: the hymns, taking communion, post-service cookies (especially the cookies).
Which poison: a lifetime spent seeing flashy landmarks, never staying put, or a lifetime getting lost in one place?
With this skewed perspective, it’s almost impossible to disassociate Calvin’s intended view of vocation, and our idea of vocation in relation to our career.
Not only did this miscreant have the gall to stop far too distant from the proper spot, he had the utter audacity to hesitate and linger when the blessed green light at last showered itself onto us lowly plebeians.
I sank my water bottle into nature’s LaCroix, took a sip, offered some to Gwyn.
Like a tube of toothpaste gettin’ squeezed out,
The rest of that dishwasher slowly eased out
