“For what I seek is hope, a horizon for human destiny, for my own true self…” 4:31pm. That was 6 minutes ago, the official time of sunset. Dusk has made its home in the heavens. 8 hours, 17 minutes, and 45 seconds of daylight: the darkest day of the year. “…I … [Read More]
Long-Board Questions and Believing Konfis
The sun beat against the platform concrete, making it bright enough that my eyes need to squint a bit. I sat on a long-board with my friend as we waited for my train to come. I was going to dare a solo adventure to a town a few villages away, so I could buy a … [Read More]
Moving On and Walking on Water
It’s never done, is it? This whole “faith” thing, it seems to keep going. You think that just around the corner you’ll be finished, that you’ll reach the point where you “have faith” – But it never comes, does it? “It’s not a destination, Tony. It’s a way of living. It’s the very path you … [Read More]
Confessions of a Control Freak
Control. I like it. Too much. I like being able to know what is coming. I like to know details. I like to be able to change things that I think are harmful. I like doing things ahead of time, so that I don’t get surprised. Anticipation. Preparedness. All seemingly virtuous, desirable characteristics. That is, … [Read More]
The Dance of Grit, The Dance of Grace.
It’s like a pit in my stomach. I can feel it sit there, unable to be digested. Two weeks. Every minute seems to be filled with a different emotion, making my hours diverse and complicated, making the days exhausting. These fluctuating feelings do not respect my unconscious hours, as they have now begun invading my … [Read More]
Fear. Faith. Four Weeks.
“But what no one has the right to do is let others suppose that faith is something inferior or that it is an easy matter, when in fact it is the greatest and most difficult of all.” – Søren Kierkegaard, Fear and Trembling Let me confess, there is nothing easy about this. This. This life. … [Read More]
Nomads Waiting
Did he know what was coming? Did he have any idea? If he didn’t, how could he hold out that long? How did he endure? It’s been 5 months since I began traveling. It’s been 5 months since I packed up and gave up any concept of “home” I had acquired over the last three … [Read More]