My Handmade Hymnal: Archive

Nov 30th

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"Sitting under the tree, starring out across the...

“Sitting under the tree, starring out across the field, scattered about with long trees, I finally grasped the thought. This was the opposite of drugery, of discontent, wretchedness and vexation. No thoughts that muddled, no actions that rummaged for peace. It was here, and still is today, that souls find rest and internal sleep. Where one finds himself saying those old phrases like,...

Nov 30th

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Dear Self, The room that I grew up in, and the...

Dear Self, The room that I grew up in, and the house that held it, are no longer familiar to me in the same way they once were. It’s not to say that the home I grew up in no longer feels like home, or that I do not feel comfortable in it, or that I don’t enjoy visiting my parents here, I do, but home is different now. I no longer have the ability to walk blindly across the dark...

Nov 30th

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