Sometimes I feel like I can't communicate what is in my heart. Like I have this 'something' bubbling up inside me and I have no idea how to get it out. I guess that's what this blog is about - an attempt to find an outlet for the small stream growing inside me. Its pretty messy and the water is quite muddy - which explains the main reason why most people who read this really have no idea what to do with what they've read. You read a post and you're like... mmm... so what are you saying? Could you repeat that please? So I pray that changes - but I'm learning to be okay with the fact that I have no clue how to let the fire burning inside me become words, I just start typing, fail to a large degree, and learn. Maybe if I fail often enough I will occasionally connect - touch the spot and something awakens in both of us (you the reader and myself). So this blog is as much about my journey down, (towards personal death/surrender/freedom) as it is about you (the reader) learning something about the journey of Life.
A Spiritual Journey
And the world cannot be discovered by a journey of miles,
no matter how long,
but only by a spiritual journey,
a journey of one inch,
very arduous and humbling and joyful,
by which we arrive at the ground at our feet,
and learn to be at home.
no matter how long,
but only by a spiritual journey,
a journey of one inch,
very arduous and humbling and joyful,
by which we arrive at the ground at our feet,
and learn to be at home.
~ Wendell Berry ~
And I add...
...at home with our Father who is Love. Right here. Right now, in the middle of my broken, messed up self.
Because Jesus is the Way - not my efforts, knowledge, or wisdom.
