thought the other day about wandering. read somewhere about wanderlust. i am that. always have been. been wandering for years, though not without purpose or meaning.
prepared this week to give a talk about connection. the journey of discovery through scripture on the thought of community has been eye opening. oddly enough, as i have prepared, several connections that were made 10-12 years ago or more have been rekindled.
recent connects with people here have been amazing. challenging. real. but that happens everywhere we go. would not have it any other way. these true connections that touch the soul are never broken. time, situations, distance. these things cannot stop that.
so we carry our tent from place to place. sharing life, events, love, journey along the way. leaving bits of ourselves, gathering parts from others, so that our makeup changes just a bit each time.
without fail, we are welcomed, loved and encouraged where ever the path leads. he has always guided, corrected, smacked, and gently persuaded. the bride is more beautiful now than ever. although she may be more stationary than she was meant to be, i love her all the same.
turned 47 today. prolly lived longer than i am going to. insert smile here, for a life full of Grace and pain. love and frustration. fear and loathing. wonder and stupidity.
it is comforting to know that these roots i call my own can be traced so far back in antiquity. sojourner, wanderer, journeyman, freak and zealot, court jester and pot head. junkie and thief. all these have been my title at one time or another. but they have never defined me. neither will a building, or a thought, or a political system. what has defined me has been love. i like that.
roll gypsy role.
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