Content.

I feel this emotion today, as it smells of life outside this old building..and it LOOKs of life outside
this old building. In fact, I don’t know how much longer I can sit in this office
*swivels side to side on rolling desk chair*

I was not built for the office..i was built for the SEA, rocks..eARth..Sky..
disappearing paths into the wilderness, and shacks made of twigs, straw and mud.
I love this city, but sometimes I am unhappy that I have in multiple ways become
child of “the city” the scuttling and materialism and

STUFF.

OH, how I HATE you STUFF. You ruin me.
I miss my brother Joel, for he has taught me how to live freely of ..things..

To paint you a picture. imagine me..holding the word “things”
Its brownish black, and soggy..I pinch it ever so carefully with my thumb and forefinger…pulling it away from my body with a stiff, straight arm. I want to drop it, but its sticky, and no matter how many times I transfer it…it just adheres to the next finger.

I have hope, and I will continue to free myself of these things. Today, it doesnt worry me…

but I am aware of it…and I guess, thats all that matters. Denial is the true thing to fear.

I’ve been reading about how people often say

“I just have to get out of this city”

as if the city is the problem….

Then people often find, that wherever they go, their same problems and character issues go with them, because the problem was NEVER with the city, it was with them.

So HERE is to

dealing with our crap..

to staring it in the face, and knowing that God is GOOD, and FAITHFUL.

He does not judge us for the process.

i want to climb. soon. soon.