January 13, 2015

Psalm 29 lifted me up at church Sunday, and for a while the Voice divided the flames. I was joyful. Inside me I was David dancing before the lord. Zach’s daughter was baptized.    

First day of class went well. Gave a bit of the Humanities lecture (the boy I sat down beside after said “You did very well.”) and met the senior seminar, but all the syllabi, all the busywork is done.
   
Epic dreams through the night, I think because this cough has exhausted me and I retire early. The fullness of dream life is always an astonishment to me. It is not made of bits and pieces of waking life, but is its own country.




All your temples are crying "Glory!"