walking is balancing

the month has come and gone. mary is great with child, i am yet without computer, albert schweitzer threw himself upon the wheel of history (and ended up over here somewhere; bishop tom has promised to bring him back around), and i heat my shower water on a stove. that was the month. let us have faith that a thing is greater than the sum of its parts.

a reprieve from blogging has meant an incredible surge in handwritten journaling, and i may not stop (or ever fully return to blogging). it’s amazing how freeing it is to utilize one’s creativity in the expression of thought, rather than in the clever encryption of it, as is so often the case in this public forum.

sometimes i wonder about the future, even though perusing old journal entries provides sufficient reason to doubt my ability to ponder even the present. sometimes i live in america, someplace where winter is longer than summer, and i hold a simple job. why does the word ‘alone’ have such a negative connotation? for once, i wish i could use it and mean something admirable… austere, stoic. i don’t know if i really mean it that way, but it would be nice to have the option.

but now i’ve gone on… for paragraphs. i must stop this.
you came take us, to recreate us. all things grow, all things grow.

captain