January
6, 2013
An
image from the other day: an old water pipe dug from the earth. You know that orange rhombus that says “Men
Working”; you’ve seen them there, in hard hats and signal orange vests. Well they excavated a section of water pipe,
sawed it clean through, hauled it up to the surface and examined it. The pipe had so much sediment and mineral
deposits the water had only a small opening to flow through. The water pipe is my creativity, my true
sublimate self, and the sediment, the build up, the crud, are the undesirable
byproducts of modern life: stress, stuffed sinuses, fear, junk mail.
My
children were baptized today. Never mind
the Catholic hierarchy and its doctrine; I baptized them into the light and I
pray when their spirits feel choked that God remember them and bathe them in
his grace.
