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.