monday morning musing

i awoke this morning to evidence of a weekend well spent. the body of evidence included:

• 1 completed novel


• 2 torn ticket stubs for the door in the floor


• a half painted study


• a half primed bookcase


• 4 x-box controllers strewn across the living room floor


• 1 partially read, but wholly dismembered sunday edition of the globe


• 1 reconciled relationship


• 2 empty bottles of wine


• 2 empty boxes of prinzi's pizza


• 10 empty bottles of sam adams' octoberfest


• 5 empty bottles of harp


• 3 empty bottles of mike's hard limeade

as i spent the morning hours carefully cataloging, and then dispatching of , the evidence, i realized how each piece points to the presence of our community. due to this realization, the act of collection became not merely a task, but an embodied prayer of thanksgiving.