Going back through the writings that have been piling up on, around and near my desk over the past few days working out the hoped-for verbalization of whatever it is that’s been stirring around in my brain I ran across a few more pages that seemed interesting / to the purpose…
“I am looking for words….”
i.e. thinking things through
a photographic pilgrimage to Orthodox Christian monasteries across the continent
Meandering Through a Literary Life
Orthodox Christianity, Culture and Religion, Making the Journey of Faith
Erik Kwakkel blogging about medieval manuscripts
"That's the big what happened."
Networking the complexity community since 1999
The Prose & Poetry of Seth Wieck
All my Words are Silent 
I am a verbal person, but nowhere but the page. If we met, you might even mistake me for an airhead or a nincompoop. It’s all in my head, never in my mouth.
It was aimed at your wife– did you hit your mark?