God is good, Sabu. God is good.

This is how we know He loves us: Jesus Christ laid down his life and still keeps showing up again and again and again...

MORNING TIME:

* Monet sunrises. All the muted colors blending well as night passes cooly. day waits while the sun awakes like a four year old, soo crazy excited!! But dawn, thank goodness, has the wisdom of age, not rushing the dew or the mist or the morning star by the hangnail of the moon. letting the rhythm of the last breaths of last night linger.

PEOPLE I'LL NEVER SEE AGAIN:

* the guy I almost ran off the road, the mild effect of my poor effort to capture the glory of the moment of that watercolor sunrise on my camera-phone, radio morning show yapping in the background, the rush of morning traffic a blur while I'm lost in the trappings of my imagination, which had me running across the great plains into the arms of a brand new day.. maybe he appreciated this morning above all the others before today having survived one more drive down I-25. I don't think he was this much into sunrises yesterday. I'll never know this side of heaven, where I almost sent him.

* Carl from Ikon just walked in. to talk copiers with the office. Being the pseudo-director of First Impressions here at Summit Wealth Group for a couple of days, I politely offered him a cup of coffee, hoping he'd say no because someone poisoned it this morning. lethal black. I mean, we're talking Turkish warriors would probably high five said coffee maker. He declined and we chatted a bit about the weather while he waited. The man has five strapping sons (he's Mormon, so I assume strapping), and as of 5:53 this morning, a granddaughter! Emily. Carl now carries himself like a grandpa, that is, I think he'll smile a lot more easily in the coming days and years.

* servers at Chili's make people happy. Jerry gave Lilliya a surprise molten chocolate cake dessert with vanilla ice cream on a plate that said "Welcome to the USA" around the rim. He doesn't even know her! I don't even know her really. I just know she's lovely and kind with a heart-shaped face and a really bright mind. I know she knows when the constitution was written but hasn't heard the Beach Boys yet. And I know what Jerry knows: we are so blessed to live in this country. yes, I said it out loud. I'M PROUD TO BE AN AMERICAN! where restaurant workers make people's dreams come alive in the form of a mountain oozing sugar. This is quite a land.

CREATIVE THINKERS:

* fireplaces=good places. It's like a little safe volcano for the home. brilliant. [see http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fireplaces for more information. of course Ben Franklin is mentioned.]

* Larry McMurtry. Lonesome Dove. I started reading it sentimentally in Montana so I could drag my western life all the way across the country knowing that I'll probably be somewhere near the Atlantic when I finally read the last page. which will symbolize so much. what a sad day that will be: no mountains in sight, and no more Augustus, the love of my life. good thing I'm pickin' up a cowboy of my own halfway..

SPEAKING OF JOHNNY JACK JUNIOR:

* Dear diary, here's a heart moment to keep you going: johnny sat up late last night on the computer, which he hardly knows how to use, and searched and searched and searched for the perfect restaurant in Denver for me to eat at tonight. He even enlisted my sister to help. Together, they found and reserved a table at Soleil Mediterranean Grille. Johnny ordered for me already and paid for everything. what? I know. he's good. unless he ordered lamb. which I'd eat just because. sigh. I love him;*

eco-friendly thoughts about self

Organic. Local. Green! I love these notions. They make me feel all seasonal and okay. They make me want to buy a pumpkin and make soup. for myself. not the homeless.



I live a scripted life. Scripted, yes, by the Author and Perfector of my crazy faith, but scripted in history as a typical upper-middle class twenty-something year old college graduate with the world at her fingertips and a silver spoon as traveling companion. Maybe it should be an oyster fork, ideal for digging out those pearls I'll discover and keep to myself, or do as I'm trying to do now: share. Because sharing is the only remedy for cracking open these crustaceaens and soul-suckers mingling with the bottom-feeders on the shipwrecks of ocean floors. us floaters: a generation of barnacles..(I've been researching scuba diving all morning so metaphors are just bobbing at the surface; it's almost too easy. just wait til I'm certified!)..

www.what?

A time ago, I got an email address. I don't remember making the decision. I just remember it being a very big deal. AOL was the place to be and instant messaging was the thing to do. My first 'handle' was JMAGIC15. Like most ninth grade girls, I used my basketball number, and MAGIC was what the boys called me on the court. Actually, just one boy called me that..once. But I took it to heart, like most ninth grade girls do.





Time passed, quickly or slowly, I don't really know, but it filled up with life and moved beyond instant messaging. Email became a little more sophisticated and somewhere along the way I picked up my new-ish address. Again, the decision was made for me. This time, by the brilliant minds at Google. They even suggested a password to go with my 'handle,' which I gratefully accepted. I hate making decisions.





So here I am, enjoying the passage of time, happy to have at least some of the decisions made for me. Meanwhile, in the MEANness of TIME, I'm trying to make other decisions, wishing one of the Google guys would set up a simple web site for just living. It would have cool job opportunities just a click away, with a completed resume (that self-updates) attached and pretty. There would be a world map link with a little boat point-and-clicker that would pop up plane tickets and travel specials (mostly free promotional bed-and-breakfast bike trips). The education tab (indicated by a little apple with a toothy worm smiling out at you) would put you in direct contact with the editors of all of the National Geographic magazines who are currently in dialogue about the importance of geography in elementary classrooms. Click on the Nalgene Bottle to access already filled-out applications for doing half-marathons and 10K's that would raise water and hunger awareness. These, of course, are sponsored by the musicians featured weekly (their respective tour schedules can be found under the music note. inquire about backstage passes on the Bandaid icon towards the bottom of the page). But the absolute best part of this site is the funding option guided by the phrase 'no money? no problem!' in green. Imagine: a scholarship for Living. for Being You. offered to the world, for the world. all in the name of story-making. because that seems to be the best way to spread joy: tell your story, dang it all.





So. Thank you, Google guys, for liking me enough to give me the best email address EVER! and the perfect password to boot. no one will ever guess it.