because i know what it is to feel so lost in the dark, so on the wrong side of everything. because i know what it is to hear in your head ’you’ll never recover from this!’, and to be stuck there for years …
for my friends in cyberspace a picture of the One who told me, when i was 16, ‘I will never leave you or forsake you.”
you dont have to be lost to be stuck on the cliff.
i like to change things quite often. i am always rearranging my house, my space at work, my routines, my routes to places…and my cyber home.
so let me know what you think…but dont hesitate…it could change before you get done writing. unless i like what i did…then it might stay that way for long time joe.
this one offers lots of room for variation…and i do like to tinker with format and design.
pretty dramatically accurate…
| What Your Soul Really Looks Like |
 You are a wanderer. You constantly long for a new adventure, challenge, or eve a completely different life.You are not a very grounded person. You prefer dreams to reality. For you, it’s all about possibilities.
You believe that people see you for how you are, not how you look. But deep down, you know that’s not exactly true. Your near future is still unknown, and a little scary. You’ll get through wild times – and you’ll textually enjoy it. For you, love is all about caring and comfort. You couldn’t fall in love with someone you didn’t trust. |
after tomorrow i have a lovely little five day weekend to enjoy. i have several projects awaiting my attention, and i am most eager to get on with them. things like putting pictures in an album, sorting out drawers, and the like.
the weather has drastically cooled down, and i feel much more like doing things. such heat as we have endured of late so takes the wind out of my sails.
can’t hardly wait!
its early. i sit here feeling so dry. i’m so far inland, and it’s been so hot here this summer. it sucks what little rain that falls back out of the ground, leaving it dry and dusty, while the moisture hangs in the air like an invisible fog that suffocates you when you step outside.
i long for the winter storms of the northern coastline. i long for the blue green sea, the salt spray, the laughing seagulls. i long for the chilly mists, the wet forest, green fire glowing beneath the canopy of cedars and firs. i long for home.
the day is approaching when i will take flight, and leave this barren, polluted place. once again i will walk the primeval trails. once again i will stand in the cold rains. once again i will live along the coastal mountains, sheathed in their watery fogs, hidden beneath their blue green woods. once again i will sleep under a sky so studded with stars that the moon is embarrassed at her dim comparison.
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