Tuesday, October 19, 2010
i look to my feet when i am down. because for some reason they've managed to find themselves no longer on the ground. and my hands are trying to do the walking so that i can get some place other than the sky. because my adventurous spirit ran out when i said goodbye. but for some reason, my feet remember. remember what it was like to run so fast they left the ground. to feel so light that they didn't need to touch earth to move. but a ball of lead has made my stomach its permanent home and i can't seem to digest my loneliness...my fear...and all the changes the same way i usually do. and so i sink. and i let the lead seep in and grow roots. but. my feet remember. and so they force me on my hands and make me uncomfortable so that i'll remember. remember what it is like to be here and be free. and so that i'll deal with that ball of lead because sinking turns into suffocating at this angle and i've got far too much waiting for me to give up. and give in.
Sunday, October 10, 2010
just an awesome treehouse at camp
my flatemate lex in the distance you can see the south island
the waikanae coast
i live in waikanae, new zealand and i am starting a discipleship program at this camp. i don't know exactly what is going to happen or what is going to come of this but i am extremely excited.
Saturday, October 9, 2010
from children running through sweet pea fields
getting caught on hidden blackberry bushes
the thorns gouging deep
and tangling on summer skin
too busy to stop and tend the wounds,
the blood leaving a trail
in case we want to go back
but even if we do,
we won't go back the same way
you can never go back the same way,
we aren't those children,
the field will be gone,
and we'll come back slower.