| | "It's not that kind of road."
Sometimes, I need to weed because I forget what I have planted. As a boy of only 19, amazing things have been done for, to, and by me. Not the greatest of these amazing things is the release of water vapor from grates on sidewalks. Not the smallest of these is the immence patience and forgiveness that so many people show to me on a daily basis for the myriad weights I hold and cuts I make. To anyone who reads this, and to everyone who does not I am grateful for the gifts you give me every day.
Recently, the turnings of thought have lead me to question the very nature of spirituality. I think, in relation to me, this alteration of a quote I read today is appropriate;"I am tired of being spiritual in theory, so I will just be spiritual."
Being what I am...I doubt. Having spent these last few days in a "dark night of the soul" as the term was romantically coined by Jaime Samms, doubt has been the word of the hour. Now, though, it's time to rest, and let the night end. |
| | Posted 2/19/2006 11:41 PM - 2 Views - 0 eProps - 0 comments
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