dear deer

thanks anj

401

with this post i break into the 400's.

today is also my two year anniversay for serving here at the World Centre.

two years...

two long, short, fast, intense, slow, blessed years at the World Centre.

happy anniversary me.

:)

one and down...

When I was little, I used to sneak into the kitchen late at night, pull our old, worn down, brown chair, that my dad had built, over to the cupboard – I would pry it open, trying to keep it from squeaking as it usually did, and sneak palm-full’s of salt. I would carefully and slowly lick my finger and then press it into my palm and then bring that crystallized finger slowly and deliberatly straight to my mouth . I don’t know why I was so addicted to salt during that period of my life, but I loved it. It provided me satisfaction in a number of ways – firstly, in taste; secondly, I was doing something that I wasn’t supposed to – and we all know the hidden, secret fulfillment that this brings.

Once I pushed past my salt licking days, I made the quiet, easy transformation into the era of dreams. At this point, I had some of the most vivid dreams of my life, three of which I can remember quite distinctly. It would take much too long to recount these dreams, but rest assured, that each one gave me days and weeks of puzzles to figure out. I hashed out much of the meaning through the wise, intuitive interpretations of my sister – who usually always seemed to have the answers...