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Name Change

Well, I have not posted in quite some time. I am still not sure how often I will write here. It feels like I spend much of my life writing but none of the writing is particularly ground breaking or significant. Currently, this, what you are reading right now is full stream of consciousness stuff.

I have kept a journal for 24 years. They are numbered and I am well into the 50s these days. People change and grow. When you keep a journal you can see how you have grown. That is why I have changed the name of this blog once again.

I am on a personal journey of decolonization and this has been going on for decades but I didn't know  how to name it. This journey weaves itself between the many areas of my life. It weaves itself through the topics I enjoy writing about here: archaeology, art, and the Jesus Way.

So we all throw things out into the universe. Sometimes we burn letters and the smoke and ash are blown into the ether, sometimes we talk to the trees as we walk through a forest, sometimes we give speeches at weddings and work that almost cause us to lose our position... sometimes we throw these things out into the internetz.

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