Sweep, Vacuum, Dust (with presbyopia)
We’re not in a health club–we have no cool shirt.
– Steve Shoemaker, Urbana, IL, April 24, 2015
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About Gordon C. Stewart
I've always liked quiet. And, like most people, I've experienced the world's madness. "Be Still! Departure from Collective Madness" (Wipf and Stock Publishers, Jan. 2017) distills 47 years of experiencing stillness and madness as a campus minister and Presbyterian pastor (IL, WI, NY, OH, and MN), poverty criminal law firm executive director, and social commentator. Our cat Lady Barclay reminds me to calm down and be much more still than I would be without her.
Views from the Edge 
Natures compensation, too old to have the energy to keep it all spotless, no problem… can’t see it anyway. 😉
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Aladywrites: Precisely! Although death is closer, nature is kind -:) Steve will love your comment. – Gordon
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Ha ha hope so
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