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“Human beings may separate things into as many piles as we wish — separating spirit from flesh, sacred from secular, church from world.  But we should not be surprised when God does not recognize distinctions we make between the two.  Earth is so thick with divine possibility that it is a a wonder we can walk anywhere without cracking our shins on altars.”  — Barbara Brown Taylor, An Altar in the World, page 15

How many altars will I bump into today?  And of that universe, how many will I note?  And what about the notables that have already happened?  Like…

Those first words penned at five a.m., while sitting in my favorite chair by candlelight with a cup of cappuccino nearby….

Immunizing myself with a shot of ‘spiritual’ words — today’s booster, courtesy of my second read of An Altar in the World, Chapter 3, “The Practice of Wearing Skin” — Incarnation…

Eating brunch at a busy local diner full of of good smells and conversation, many all at once, against background chimes of forks and spoons and knives and china being set and removed by hard-working servers helping us to enjoy their Sunday best…if not our own…

And what about these to come — do they count?:

Reading more of my second Ernest Hemingway novel for the month — this one, A Farewell to Arms — and losing myself in its unfolding story and restraining myself from counting the author’s many use of ‘and’ and wondering if I’ll love it as much as the first one completed last week, A Sun Also Rises…and the next one coming up, The Old Man and the Sea

Cooking an easy supper, then baking two dozen chocolate chip cookies before…

Parking myself in front of the television to watch the Super Bowl — and if not the game, then at least the commercials and half-time entertainment…

But before all that, what about now, what about while writing this, weighing whether or not I should instead pet poodle fur of one who wishes me not to write

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