those semi-electric moments when you can sense an energy or a message or a presence—a something– that is both beyond yourself and beyond that particular moment.
…. and then it was over and we were walking out of the church. my daughter grabbed my arm. “a button!” she said, pointing inside a basement window sill.
of course, for most people, this would be a non-event. but, there i was, a person who wrote a book named the button collector and who is always on the look-out for stray buttons with stories to tell, and there was a button seemingly placed right there just for me inside king’s church. i’m not even sure 