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Bristlecone Pine

Photography by Tim Peterson

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Such great words from Paster Tim Peterson of Christian Family Church in Minnesota, USA this photo is.

Whether you know this or not, God wants to bless us. He really does. Each & every one of us. His desire is not for us to have little or to be poor. He wants us to live in abundance of more than enough so that we can be generous & help others, in the name of Jesus.

Some verses about blessing: Deuteronomy 8:18 Deuteronomy 30:15-16 Psalm 34:8 Proverbs 10:22 Proverbs 16:20 Malachi 3:10 Ephesians 3:20 Philippians 4:19

Flight attendant: please make sure all small items are safe and secure

Peterson: do you have your seatbelt on max?

Max: >:(

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I’mma scrounge around for an appropriate quote, but it’s half past 3 in the morning so just a reclined Chief Training Officer Tim Peterson will have to do for now.

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Article by Tim Peterson

Excerpts: Fashion retailer H&M is pretty popular on Pinterest—in spite of itself. Over the last month, the social scrapbooking platform’s users have pinned, repinned, commented on or liked the brand’s products 145,000 times, according to Pinterest analytics firm Curalate (H&M is not a client). The problem is, a good number of H&M’s popular pins feature dead links—an increasing problem for retailers, said Curalate.

"Pinterest is driving a ton of people to [H&M’s] website, but they can’t buy anything when they get there," said Curalate CEO Apu Gupta. H&M did not respond to multiple requests for comment, but the retailer is only one example of more pervasive missed opportunities. Curalate found that 48 percent of top retailers’ most popular products on Pinterest link back to expired pages. “We look and go, ‘My God, how much money are they leaving on the table?’” Gupta said.

So what gives? As far as Gupta sees it, the issue is the way brands are siloed. Big marketers typically separate their social and digital marketing teams from e-commerce.

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Trace Peterson reads from her chapbook Violet Speech. If you haven't checked out the fantastic Since I Moved In yet, I encourage you to do so immediately. Here's an excerpt from the poem "Trans Figures" in that collection.

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Tim Peterson, "Trans Figures" (excerpt)

Excerpt from “Trans Figures”

The voice wants to turn itself into a body. It can’t, though it tries hard — it brings you flowers, to engender a meaningful relationship. It makes you coffee in the morning. Here, have a cup. See? It likes you. It makes your bed and shows you this mountain vista out the window a field of jupiters beard and beyond it the dying fields. It shows you things like the sun going down, and then here it is coming up in the hollyhocks. Don’t look, you’ll hurt your eyes. I want to be there for you, you never respond in those moments we touch (but they are not enough). Let me stroke your hair once more, here, and again here. The voice is growing distant now, it is fading like the sun fades and explodes in strands of parti-colored fibers you will never be able to see.

Let there be breasts! (and there were breasts) Let there be a penis! (and there was a penis) or at least it looked like it from the viewer’s perspective, under those clothes. If only it were slim, with wide hips! (and it was slim with wide hips) Let there be taffeta, muslin, silk, velvet, velour, or crinoline: and there were all these things, in abundance. Let there be hard hats, biceps bulging out of their shirts, buttocks like boulders in tight jeans, and there were all these things, across the landscape. The people looked around and saw the abundances that language had given them. The voice envied them. It could have none of this to keep, but wanted you to think it did.

Smoothed my hand over the plush

Slipping my arms into the sheer

deep sound in my throat

my big breasts filling both my hands

Muscles rippling under my thin cotton shirt

Cleared my throat and began

Trailed blue smoke from my nostrils, like a lazy

Around my shoulders and across

To a party. Forget my hair for now

Clearing my throat, I glanced over

hips were small, and I wondered

Watching my cheeks flex as I suckled

felt hot against my almost naked

Riveted on the full, soft curve

Look around, my gray eyes unreadable.

In heels and a skirt, an elegant gesture of the arm like this, a certain sweep of the neck into necklace, the voice is trying to manifest itself. It leaves its apartment after dark, wondering if its neighbors will see it passing, crossing the lawn, the tap of its heels the only sound in the parking lot.

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