5 weeks ago
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
i need an adventure. i keep thinking to myself, "self... you should write about something exciting, adventurous, or funny on your blog. you should tell a story about something ridiculous that happened this week instead of all this philosophical mumbo-jumbo." but then i realized that the only body part i've been exercising this week is my noggin', and my ars is crying out for a trip to the gym or a good hike or a day of climbing. so i guess my philosophical rambling is all you get until i get my ars out of the library, out of the admissions office, and out of my desk chair to do something exciting. i need an adventure.
Monday, October 11, 2010
unpack your bags and plant your trees
i think it started early this week
when i made some smart-ass, sarcastic, flippant comment
about mosquitoes
lack of mountains
and feeling homeless
lack of mountains
and feeling homeless
about leaving Manitoba in april
and never looking back.
and a friend's insightful comments
peered into my rootlessness
and saw me
and saw me
the backlash another smart-ass, sarcastic, totally uncalled-for dig
a witty "thanks, counselor..."
slamming the door shut
and a moment caught off-guard, stumbling awkwardly
in small-talk around a potluck
at a simple "so where are you from?" inquiry
forced to explain
my standard "where-are-you-from" answer
rejected by one to whom i had given
one of my other standard stock answers
this week, my Father's mischievous smile
prompting, prodding me past the shame of my immaturity
daring my adventurer's heart to risk being at home
in the awkward steps of an uncomfortable dance
to be known again, to again know deeply
"Community calls me. Stronger than therapy, more than medicine - what do I really need? All human beings, all deities hurt you in the end; I know this. It's a matter of degree, a matter of choice. Can I accept the hurt, trade it for the pretend fullness? Can I fling myself into the void, knowing the bottom is strewn with shards of glass, knowing the bottom might just kill me if I land on it wrong, in an effort to find something meaningful simply in the falling? I want so much more with my life. I want to make a difference. I want to be the kind of person I expect others to be. I want community..."
(from Renee Altson's "Stumbling Toward Faith")
They say that home is where the heart is.
I guess I haven't found my home.
And we keep driving round in circles,
Afraid to call this place our home.
And are we there yet?
(from Igrid Michaelson's "Are we there yet?")
"Wherever you go in life, unpack your bags - physically and mentally - and plant your trees. Too many people never live in the now because they assume the time is too short to settle in. They don't plant trees because they expect to be gone before the trees bear fruit. But if you keep thinking about the next move, you'll never live fully where are are. When it's time to go, then it's time to go, but you won't have missed what this experience was about. If you never eat from the trees, someone else will."
"Wherever you go in life, unpack your bags - physically and mentally - and plant your trees. Too many people never live in the now because they assume the time is too short to settle in. They don't plant trees because they expect to be gone before the trees bear fruit. But if you keep thinking about the next move, you'll never live fully where are are. When it's time to go, then it's time to go, but you won't have missed what this experience was about. If you never eat from the trees, someone else will."
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