Here is a photo of a really happy person. Circa 2009. Photo credit: probably Infiniti?

 2/15/22

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Once I painted a whole school bus almost completely by myself. When it was over, I painted my "name" on the top and from up there, invisible, I listened to all of Gulag Orkestar and stared off into the sparkling magic of East Battle Lake - right into the spot where the eye would be if Pacman were the lake and he was eating Lutheran Island Camp.

It was such a different and free version of my life. I love my life now, but the palpability of that time is almost intoxicating when I listen to this music. It's like that same wind never left my hair and it's coming back out to dance around my face once again as it whispers the echos of the birds and the soft clinking of the sweet puzzle grass that grows at the base of the western shores of the island.

Can someone please buy me an accordion? I promise to play it for you whenever you want. Even if you want me to follow you around for the rest of your life, playing it at your every whim. Just please promise not to throw a spear at me if I make you mad for no reason #kingsaul

Excuse my exploding passion. I'm designing a feast service and am just filled with joyous inspiration after stopping by the Concordia Historical Institute's book sale today. Old books can be so beautiful.

All glory be to God for music and beauty and puzzle grass.