Saturday, May 31, 2008

One Defunct Blog

It's become quite apparent of late that this so-called blog suffers from writer's neglect.

Thus far it seems that the greatest intentions have given way to the greatest delays. My sense of time is heightened only by the lack thereof - if that makes any sense whatsoever.

Past weeks have absolutely flown by - I didn't realize how quickly until someone recently said 'hey, you should update your blog!' It's nearly been TWO MONTHS since a entry free of overly creative writing. I better get on writing something...

We've not been up to nothing, that's certain:


Camping near Lake Tekapo


guitar solo


Fellow Travelers


Airborne


A Week Serving at a Nearby Camp and Our View


Family Brunch


Oh, right, work...


How awesome is that?

Tuesday, May 13, 2008

Another Journal Entry, 9 May 2008

Still standing
Today, a day of new beginnings
Tomorrow, a day of undiscovered potential
Yesterday, a day where I learned about tomorrow
And still I stand
Here go I wavering in the wind, listening for a voice in the whispers
Clear and true ring the words once heard
Phrases of wisdom pulling towards a chasm of unknown
Shall I trust?
I cannot say as the wind buffets against my will
I know I cannot stay where I stand
Perhaps that next step will find my answer
A hastened glance over the edge straining for a glimpse of the beyond
Yet I cannot force the new perspective into that chasm of the unknown
I find that each step appears to give a slight increase of light
Each step gathers with it a slight decrease in the depth of that chasm ahead
It is as if the simple desire of moving toward the unknown brings revelation

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TEAM AFRICA
[back row, left to right : Bethany, Cheryl, Dortje, Diane]
[front row, left to right : Jonathan, Jessica, Rochelle, and I]

Friday, April 25, 2008

A Recent Journal Entry...

I cannot recall each step of the journey
Some steps were along a river
More steps brought me through a desert
Still others climbed a narrow ridge
And a few more cascaded down a dark slope

But, here stand I, scarred, bruised, occasionally battered
and set free
Free from my shame
Free from guilt that was not mine
Free of expectation
Free of doing
Free to be
Becoming a being as I pause my doings

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