172. in every season.

We sang this on Sunday and I was really moved by it.  I hear this song on the radio all the time, and it’s truthfully not one of my favorites, but all of a sudden it’s really resonating.

I guess sadness and joy are coming in pretty equal amounts these days.  They’re from totally unrelated events, they’re happening back home and they’re happening here, people are getting married and moving away and finishing their stories.  I can’t even DECIDE if I’m in a season of waiting or of harvest.  I kind of just keep playing this video over and over.

Thanks for reading a more reflective post :)

 

170. I’m in love… (II)

Last time I wrote a post called I’m in love, it was about being in love with a sandwich.

I am still in love with that sandwich, don’t get me wrong.  But I’ve found something even better.  Something I can’t get enough of and that I can’t seem to stop thinking about.  So tasty, so exotic.  I need to share this with the world.

I love tacos.

Authentic Mexican tacos.  Tacos Mexicanos.  Two corn tortillas apiece.  Topped with meat, onions, cilantro, and maybe some lime juice.  That’s it.   My Mexican friends tell me that it’s not a taco if it’s not overflowing with stuff, so it should be overflowing.

Man, I love tacos.