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Jeff Richardson
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A born-southerner; Anglophile; runner; engineer; leader; problem-solver; mystic; question-asker and joy-seeker.
A born-southerner; Anglophile; runner; engineer; leader; problem-solver; mystic; question-asker and joy-seeker.

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Guinness Blonde - light and refreshing. 
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Lucky Town Hop Fiasco.
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A lot of my Lenten meditations have dealt with the finitude of our shared humanness and mortality. I can't think of a more poignant and powerful reflection on these hard truths than this poem by Mary Oliver:

WHEN DEATH COMES

When death comes
like the hungry bear in autumn;
when death comes and takes all the bright coins from his purse

to buy me, and snaps the purse shut; when death comes
like the measle-pox

when death comes
like an iceberg between the shoulder blades,

I want to step through the door full of curiosity, wondering: what is it going to be like, that cottage of darkness?

And therefore I look upon everything as a brotherhood and a sisterhood,
and I look upon time as no more than an idea, and I consider eternity as another possibility,

and I think of each life as a flower, as common as a field daisy, and as singular,

and each name a comfortable music in the mouth, tending, as all music does, toward silence,

and each body a lion of courage, and something precious to the earth.

When it’s over, I want to say all my life I was a bride married to amazement.
I was the bridegroom, taking the world into my arms.

When it’s over, I don’t want to wonder
if I have made of my life something particular, and real.

I don’t want to find myself sighing and frightened, or full of argument.

I don’t want to end up simply having visited this world.

Mary Oliver

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“Neither I nor the poets I love
found the keys to the kingdom of prayer
and we cannot force God to
stumble over us where we sit.

But I know that it’s a good idea
to sit anyway.
So every morning I sit,
I kneel, waiting, making friends
with the habit of listening,
hoping that I’m being listened to.

There, I greet God in my own disorder.
I say hello to my chaos, my unmade decisions,
my unmade bed,
my desire and my trouble.

I say hello to distraction and privilege,
I greet the day and I greet my beloved and bewildering Jesus.

I recognise and greet my burdens, my luck, my controlled and uncontrollable story.

I greet my untold stories, my unfolding story,
my unloved body, my own love, my own body.

I greet the things I think will happen
and I say hello to everything
I do not know about the day.
I greet my own small world
and I hope that I can meet
the bigger world that day.

I greet my story and hope
that I can forget my story
during the day, and hope
that I can hear some stories,
and greet some surprising stories
during the long day ahead.

I greet God, and I greet the God
who is more God than the God I greet.

Hello to you all, I say,
as the sun rises
above the chimneys of North Belfast.

Hello.”

Padraig O'Tuamo
+On Being @onbeing 

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Bloom IPA. Parish Brewing Co. 
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Wasatch Brewery Full Suspension Ale. 
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Alpine Beer Co Pure Hoppiness IPA. 
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Deviant Dale's Double IPA at Pig 'n Pint in Jackson. Great flavor! 
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Great little brewery. Red IPA, Berliner Hefe, several others. Nice! 
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