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For a year or so after the pandemic began, my wife and I would walk out of our zip code in Seattle and encounter porch-sitters, strangers, who were lonely enough to initiate conversations—they in their chairs, us on the sidewalk. One man told us his long and compelling theory about UFOs being God's eyes. My wife and I don't walk as far anymore. I wonder if this kind of accidental ceremony—this walk through fear and lonesomeness—will ever happen again. Ah, the congeniality of Covid.

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I want to stay open to this. I had some many conversations with strangers ( I think this may be my next book after joy) . I want to be a person open to possibilities and connection. You are welcome to walk by my house anytime.

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I am already excited by "next book" and I haven't read this one yet!

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I hope! My dream.

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It has been a gift to follow along with your wanderings. I so look forward to what God will unfold with your writing. Safe travels, friend. We should go for a walk when you get home.

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Thank you for encouraging and supporting me. Yes, text me for availability .

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Engaging in the practice of wandering or walking is how I first found your blog. In centering my 10,000 steps in joy, I did a word search and your blog popped up.

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Wow! I didn’t know that! Thank you for telling me. Next time you are in Seattle, let’s take a joyful walk together.

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