A long time ago someone very important to me told me I'd have to find my path in life. Then I'd have to walk it.
It sounds easy doesn't it? Finding your path, then walking it.
Have you ever gone hiking, and just seen something off the trail that looked cool or just needed to be more closely looked at? Then you turned around, and for a second you needed to find the path again. That is a microcosm of our lives I think. We all have the things that take us off the path briefly, somethings are good, somethings are not. It is during the times when we turn around and find our path that our true character comes out. Are we willing to labor to find the path again? Are we willing to fail just so that we can get back there? Sometimes I am, sometimes I am not. But the decisions in our lives effect the people around us, so what will we do?
Well right now I am laboring. I find that when you come to a clearing, it is harder to follow the path, in the forest it is easier to see the trail, but in a field or a desert the path is just forward, and not in any direction. It is just all trust.
I think it is easier for me than for others, I believe in Jesus' death and resurrection, so I believe I have the holy spirit, and am directed, comforted and disciplined spiritually by Him. But I know people who wonder, from one emotion to the next, from one crash to the next fall (the bumper car game of life). Hoping that one day they'll just happen upon that path. Yet all that happens is they walk farther into oblivion, further into hate, anger, bitterness and denial. I long that they would know my God, their creator, and their only hope. Not for happiness, lots of things give you happiness, not for a better life, some Christians I know have horridly difficult lives, but their only hope for fulfillment, for healing and for a future. I pray they find it, and I pray Jesus uses me to help them, not to judge them, i hate when people judge, but i just want to love them, and show them love can change all things, it can make all things new.
Monday, November 26, 2007
Friday, October 26, 2007
Remembrance
If you did know, I just returned from a year in England, that was about 4 months ago, but it feels like yesterday. I've been missing it ever since, don't get me wrong it is great to be home seeing family and friends, but there is nothing like freedom and lack of responsibility. I traveled all over the place, I was able to meet new people, and fall in love with amazing views. I used my brains, my whits my heart to make it through crappy situations, to help friends and search after God in a place void of spiritual conviction.
Now I am home. I feel... stuck in the muck of mediocrity. I've made new friends being home and hooked back up with old ones, and I brought some new ones back with me. My family is great, I love them more than anything and would do anything for them. But I am back in reality now. I have to do so much, and nothing is really left to me to decide. Go to class, work etc etc. There are two sides to my heart the "Cheers" side and the "Desperado" side.
Cheers
The place where everybody knows your name. I love being around people I know care about me. That will sympathize a little bit, then that will kick me in the ass to get the job done. There is this ideal of community that I have fallen in love with since I have been to England and back. It is the idea of having a community, or close knit group of friends and such that will do two things simultaneously. They will Push and Support. Two action words that I have a passion for now. Alone these words mean this; pushing will result in stretching which will result in brokenness and being burnt out. Support will result in feeling loved, and guided, in laziness and co-dependency. Yet together these things form a community that will live on the edges and take risks in hurting one another just to see each other grow and mature, whose pros will not only neutralize their cons, but will result in so much more. It will also create a safe environment to experiment with ones gifts and talents. There is one ingredient you need to successfully pull this off however, you need to be in-offence-able. This is the kicker and the one that leads me to be a Desperado I think, because I lack it.
Desperado
Desperado, why dont you come to your senses?
You been out ridin fences for so long now
Oh, youre a hard one I know that you got your reasons
These things that are pleasin you Can hurt you somehow
Dont you draw the queen of diamonds, boy Shell beat you if shes able
You know the queen of heats is always your best bet
Now it seems to me, some fine things Have been laid upon your table
But you only want the ones that you cant get
Desperado, oh, you aint gettin no youger Your pain and your hunger, theyre drivin you home
And freedom, oh freedom well, thats just some people talkin
Your prison is walking through this world all alone
Dont your feet get cold in the winter time? The sky wont snow and the sun wont shine
Its hard to tell the night time from the day Youre loosin all your highs and lows
Aint it funny how the feeling goes away? Desperado, why dont you come to your senses?
Come down from your fences, open the gate It may be rainin, but theres a rainbow above you
You better let somebody love you, before its too late
thats the eagles, need I say anymore.
My heart will always be alone, but I'll always be looking for the Cheers.
-mike
Now I am home. I feel... stuck in the muck of mediocrity. I've made new friends being home and hooked back up with old ones, and I brought some new ones back with me. My family is great, I love them more than anything and would do anything for them. But I am back in reality now. I have to do so much, and nothing is really left to me to decide. Go to class, work etc etc. There are two sides to my heart the "Cheers" side and the "Desperado" side.
Cheers
The place where everybody knows your name. I love being around people I know care about me. That will sympathize a little bit, then that will kick me in the ass to get the job done. There is this ideal of community that I have fallen in love with since I have been to England and back. It is the idea of having a community, or close knit group of friends and such that will do two things simultaneously. They will Push and Support. Two action words that I have a passion for now. Alone these words mean this; pushing will result in stretching which will result in brokenness and being burnt out. Support will result in feeling loved, and guided, in laziness and co-dependency. Yet together these things form a community that will live on the edges and take risks in hurting one another just to see each other grow and mature, whose pros will not only neutralize their cons, but will result in so much more. It will also create a safe environment to experiment with ones gifts and talents. There is one ingredient you need to successfully pull this off however, you need to be in-offence-able. This is the kicker and the one that leads me to be a Desperado I think, because I lack it.
Desperado
Desperado, why dont you come to your senses?
You been out ridin fences for so long now
Oh, youre a hard one I know that you got your reasons
These things that are pleasin you Can hurt you somehow
Dont you draw the queen of diamonds, boy Shell beat you if shes able
You know the queen of heats is always your best bet
Now it seems to me, some fine things Have been laid upon your table
But you only want the ones that you cant get
Desperado, oh, you aint gettin no youger Your pain and your hunger, theyre drivin you home
And freedom, oh freedom well, thats just some people talkin
Your prison is walking through this world all alone
Dont your feet get cold in the winter time? The sky wont snow and the sun wont shine
Its hard to tell the night time from the day Youre loosin all your highs and lows
Aint it funny how the feeling goes away? Desperado, why dont you come to your senses?
Come down from your fences, open the gate It may be rainin, but theres a rainbow above you
You better let somebody love you, before its too late
thats the eagles, need I say anymore.
My heart will always be alone, but I'll always be looking for the Cheers.
-mike
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
Pondering
I am sitting in a comfortable seat in a coffee shop, people talking around me, not to loud, but enough that I can catch certain words. Two old men, old friends, sitting by the window the tall one has his legs crossed and the sun is hitting half of his face as he explains the last 20 or so years of his life. An older woman and her possible daughter sit across from me. The woman knitting and her daughter reading the paper, the sun too casting shadows against crinkled clothes. The girl next to me is bobbing her leg fiercely as she has too much coffee in her system and sitting in between two men around her age makes her nervous. Her mind is reading the book, but her thoughts are all over the place, trying to remember if everything is alright with her current state. She crosses her legs the other way, she is comfortable now, and the bobbing comes in spurts, shes becoming more comfortable, and begining to enjoy the book she is reading, her foot bends back as se takes a sip of coffee, she is finally all right with who she is, and her foot starts to bob in the opposite direction, she doesn't even notice us guys are around.
I sit here pondering, I've thought and remembered the past few days that I love to think. I love to sit in silence and let my brain run wild. It helps clear my head. I've noticed in the past four years or so I've begun to stop letting it wonder, and I've noticed that with that lack of wondering, i am beginning to lack creativity. While keeping everything in my head that should be out and let the rest get through, it bottle necks and I lose the ability to think freely and with fluidity, everything feels forced. Everything from prayer to conversation, I have brief moments of clarity, and yet sooner or later I fall silent and just listen, as I have nothing really intelligent or at least outside the box, to say.
I've begun to write a story, forcing things out, it is about my grandmother. It is a sort of comedy. So far it is about 3 pages, I'll keep forcing it and see how it ends up.
I've been thinking of my friends lately. How they are spread all over the place, how some have begun to fade in my life, and others just dawning. I realize that I love new people, I love getting to know people. I realize I may heal, but I'll never forget. I might go on, but I'll always have them with me.
I may go to Chicago this weekend, be about an 8hr drive. My brother is going alone, and I want to give him some company, we'll see what he thinks.
I sit here pondering, I've thought and remembered the past few days that I love to think. I love to sit in silence and let my brain run wild. It helps clear my head. I've noticed in the past four years or so I've begun to stop letting it wonder, and I've noticed that with that lack of wondering, i am beginning to lack creativity. While keeping everything in my head that should be out and let the rest get through, it bottle necks and I lose the ability to think freely and with fluidity, everything feels forced. Everything from prayer to conversation, I have brief moments of clarity, and yet sooner or later I fall silent and just listen, as I have nothing really intelligent or at least outside the box, to say.
I've begun to write a story, forcing things out, it is about my grandmother. It is a sort of comedy. So far it is about 3 pages, I'll keep forcing it and see how it ends up.
I've been thinking of my friends lately. How they are spread all over the place, how some have begun to fade in my life, and others just dawning. I realize that I love new people, I love getting to know people. I realize I may heal, but I'll never forget. I might go on, but I'll always have them with me.
I may go to Chicago this weekend, be about an 8hr drive. My brother is going alone, and I want to give him some company, we'll see what he thinks.
Friday, October 19, 2007
Been awhile...
It has been awhile since I've blogged, and that is because the urge comes and goes. I told some people that I would be putting some of my writtings on this, and it ended up I haven't really written anything all summer! That is crazy. Any way, i've never been much of a blogger, i just used it last year to keep the family updated on what I was doing in Europe and to keep them encouraged, that I wasn't dead or injured or anything like that. So there that is, i wonder will I keep blogging, i guess we'll have to see.
Tuesday, May 29, 2007
Back in the USA
I am back, and as I have told a few people i will be using this blog more to get some of my writings out there and to get some feed back than for a journal type thing. Any way, God Bless all and keep in touch...
-mike
-mike
Monday, March 05, 2007
The One we Love
I wondered into a conversation with a friend last night. I don't even recall how it came about, but it really reminded me of something about Jesus. So much I think about Jesus in relation to all those who don't believe. It isn't that I don't think about how much I need him, I just more often think like this, "Wow, if we could understand who Jesus is, and live it out, how could the world resist?"
That seems to be the question I always come to. I don't think that is a bad question. Because I have yet to truly find someone who has figured Him (Jesus) out. And yet maybe that to is wrong to say. I have yet to figure out my brother, my father and even my mother (whom I'd say I've gotten to know the most in my life, yet I still am surprised by her so much in life.) We will never figure God out.
Song of Solomon
Beloved
2 I slept but my heart was awake.
Listen! My lover is knocking:
"Open to me, my sister, my darling,
my dove, my flawless one.
My head is drenched with dew,
my hair with the dampness of the night."
3 I have taken off my robe—
must I put it on again?
I have washed my feet—
must I soil them again?
4 My lover thrust his hand through the latch-opening;
my heart began to pound for him.
5 I arose to open for my lover,
and my hands dripped with myrrh,
my fingers with flowing myrrh,
on the handles of the lock.
6 I opened for my lover,
but my lover had left; he was gone.
My heart sank at his departure.
I looked for him but did not find him.
I called him but he did not answer.
7 The watchmen found me
as they made their rounds in the city.
They beat me, they bruised me;
they took away my cloak,
those watchmen of the walls!
8 O daughters of Jerusalem, I charge you—
if you find my lover,
what will you tell him?
Tell him I am faint with love.
Friends
9 How is your beloved better than others,
most beautiful of women?
How is your beloved better than others,
that you charge us so?
If we live our lives, awakening from slumbers, allowing our heart to be awakened by our Lord, and rising to the voice of our Love, if we dare to throw off the securities, if we have the courage to get dirty, the world will ask who it is we love so much, who could be worth our very lives. The world will want to know, and the best thing of it all is, they will know, if you arise off your bed at his voice, you will be doing the work of the Father, and all the world will see. "Put your lamp on lamp stand so that all may have the light." All it means is, live it, live it like you believe it, and get to know it so you know what you believe.
Preaching to himself...
-Mike
That seems to be the question I always come to. I don't think that is a bad question. Because I have yet to truly find someone who has figured Him (Jesus) out. And yet maybe that to is wrong to say. I have yet to figure out my brother, my father and even my mother (whom I'd say I've gotten to know the most in my life, yet I still am surprised by her so much in life.) We will never figure God out.
Song of Solomon
Beloved
2 I slept but my heart was awake.
Listen! My lover is knocking:
"Open to me, my sister, my darling,
my dove, my flawless one.
My head is drenched with dew,
my hair with the dampness of the night."
3 I have taken off my robe—
must I put it on again?
I have washed my feet—
must I soil them again?
4 My lover thrust his hand through the latch-opening;
my heart began to pound for him.
5 I arose to open for my lover,
and my hands dripped with myrrh,
my fingers with flowing myrrh,
on the handles of the lock.
6 I opened for my lover,
but my lover had left; he was gone.
My heart sank at his departure.
I looked for him but did not find him.
I called him but he did not answer.
7 The watchmen found me
as they made their rounds in the city.
They beat me, they bruised me;
they took away my cloak,
those watchmen of the walls!
8 O daughters of Jerusalem, I charge you—
if you find my lover,
what will you tell him?
Tell him I am faint with love.
Friends
9 How is your beloved better than others,
most beautiful of women?
How is your beloved better than others,
that you charge us so?
If we live our lives, awakening from slumbers, allowing our heart to be awakened by our Lord, and rising to the voice of our Love, if we dare to throw off the securities, if we have the courage to get dirty, the world will ask who it is we love so much, who could be worth our very lives. The world will want to know, and the best thing of it all is, they will know, if you arise off your bed at his voice, you will be doing the work of the Father, and all the world will see. "Put your lamp on lamp stand so that all may have the light." All it means is, live it, live it like you believe it, and get to know it so you know what you believe.
Preaching to himself...
-Mike
Thursday, February 01, 2007
Tree and Love
Love and Tree
I approached the tree, it was like wondering down an alley of darkness, the great maples of our times, hanging over head not yet destroyed by the wicked disease that would impact this area so widely. Like so many years ago when the peoples of this land where taken away, by storms and guns and wants and greed’s. I approached the tree in the darkness and it reminded me of where I had come from. It moved me, it beckoned to me like the harlots of my youth. Like the sirens of my days filled with misfortune. Yet this tree this ghostly image at the end of this alley of life was of a different time, a time immemorible.
I longed to know what it held for me, I longed to peer into the heart of that tree. This life I had lived had been so void of anything of it’s nature I had to have it, I had to see what it held for me. Like destiny at my door steep here was the shadow of my future. Was it the end of the beginning? It is my doubt that makes my feet stutter, it is my longing for everything to be right that allows my heart to flutter. Where can I go from here when all I want is to see the other side. When all I want is in, into the heart that holds my attention.
Some tell me it is this pain, pain of all that is hopped for and not yet grasped that we live for. What else have we but hope, love and faith that things will end up real. The reality I wander into is the wondering of the masses, opium some say. But I wonder how they were hurt by this tree that I gaze upon, because their hearts have been so damaged by their own thoughts of love. Still I am beckoned and I can not see past the mist of this age. I can not see past my youth and the wants of my heart.
I wonder why the pain runs deep, how the pain was applied to me so strongly that I hide it from all who look. I conceal the hope so well, I forget it there. So here is my try, here is my release into the minds of all who read. My heart covets the life I want to live, and yet I hold it back, what have you to say, to me the heart of hope. I uncover this hiding for you and I say I will hope, I will long for all that is real and true and it will only be death that can keep me from attaining it here.
And break does the light into this picture, the heart of the matter revealed, it is my own darkness that shadows my feet from their path and now I see. See that this tree that stands in front of me is nothing but allegory-… and metaphor for all that is our hearts that wish to explore. I remember the youth of adventure, the muse of my soul, the beauty of fare ladies and the desire that lays in me like a mole. Will I forget them I think not, I will restore them and place them in their rightful spot.
You see the light it is clear, it rains down from heaven and like love makes my heart smear, from east to west and north to south, like the branches that hang from this gallant tree, and the honey that swarms them the springly bees. Next to the branches I look for luck, and see the feet of wild birds to freely struck, in orbit around this tree so full of life, it lends to passions the man’s soul filled with strife, yet let lose the longings so fare that all in the woman’s heart subdue with nothing but feminine care. I lift my glass to you, birds and bees, it is this that my soul lose me in the trees.
So I wonder around this tree of life, so once I thought, I drag my fingers across its bark. I think and think and think and still no words come to mind, on how to describe this paradox of hope that love will be found amongst the trees, that one would stand out amid the rest. So I stare into wilderness and hope again, for love to find me, or me find it. Perhaps I merely look harder and my soul will find it’s fit.
I approached the tree, it was like wondering down an alley of darkness, the great maples of our times, hanging over head not yet destroyed by the wicked disease that would impact this area so widely. Like so many years ago when the peoples of this land where taken away, by storms and guns and wants and greed’s. I approached the tree in the darkness and it reminded me of where I had come from. It moved me, it beckoned to me like the harlots of my youth. Like the sirens of my days filled with misfortune. Yet this tree this ghostly image at the end of this alley of life was of a different time, a time immemorible.
I longed to know what it held for me, I longed to peer into the heart of that tree. This life I had lived had been so void of anything of it’s nature I had to have it, I had to see what it held for me. Like destiny at my door steep here was the shadow of my future. Was it the end of the beginning? It is my doubt that makes my feet stutter, it is my longing for everything to be right that allows my heart to flutter. Where can I go from here when all I want is to see the other side. When all I want is in, into the heart that holds my attention.
Some tell me it is this pain, pain of all that is hopped for and not yet grasped that we live for. What else have we but hope, love and faith that things will end up real. The reality I wander into is the wondering of the masses, opium some say. But I wonder how they were hurt by this tree that I gaze upon, because their hearts have been so damaged by their own thoughts of love. Still I am beckoned and I can not see past the mist of this age. I can not see past my youth and the wants of my heart.
I wonder why the pain runs deep, how the pain was applied to me so strongly that I hide it from all who look. I conceal the hope so well, I forget it there. So here is my try, here is my release into the minds of all who read. My heart covets the life I want to live, and yet I hold it back, what have you to say, to me the heart of hope. I uncover this hiding for you and I say I will hope, I will long for all that is real and true and it will only be death that can keep me from attaining it here.
And break does the light into this picture, the heart of the matter revealed, it is my own darkness that shadows my feet from their path and now I see. See that this tree that stands in front of me is nothing but allegory-… and metaphor for all that is our hearts that wish to explore. I remember the youth of adventure, the muse of my soul, the beauty of fare ladies and the desire that lays in me like a mole. Will I forget them I think not, I will restore them and place them in their rightful spot.
You see the light it is clear, it rains down from heaven and like love makes my heart smear, from east to west and north to south, like the branches that hang from this gallant tree, and the honey that swarms them the springly bees. Next to the branches I look for luck, and see the feet of wild birds to freely struck, in orbit around this tree so full of life, it lends to passions the man’s soul filled with strife, yet let lose the longings so fare that all in the woman’s heart subdue with nothing but feminine care. I lift my glass to you, birds and bees, it is this that my soul lose me in the trees.
So I wonder around this tree of life, so once I thought, I drag my fingers across its bark. I think and think and think and still no words come to mind, on how to describe this paradox of hope that love will be found amongst the trees, that one would stand out amid the rest. So I stare into wilderness and hope again, for love to find me, or me find it. Perhaps I merely look harder and my soul will find it’s fit.
Political Ranting
This was a response to a friends writing...
As am I, enraged. Long have the depths of the controversial constrained the heels of men and woman in the political process that seems to direct hearts to the categorization that is the polarization of our homeland. A few times in history we have come to this place, and every situation was to be a breaking and turning point for our nation. I pray to God that the arms of men, brothers and sisters do not lash out at one another, but the words of daughters and fathers, mothers and sons seem to leak from the very foundations of the laws of our land and this is our pain. That we must rise against the will of those we love. Not in rebellion but in compassion. I fear, I fear for that which as yet to be seen, the break down of this country by the politics we all say we hate, and yet we vote for it to continue.
I too walk a cold path with my hands in my pockets wondering. Wandering the paths I see before me trying to find the root cause. I can not look back, I have done too much looking back. I will move forward and I just wish that some would walk with me. Not to agree, but to explore, explore how the ideals and dreams and visions of a few men a few hundred years ago translate into relevancy upon our 21st century heart. Just as those men peered from a seat of unknowing, far greater than our own, it was the want for something better that drove them to uphold and fight for all that they held dear.
Some may think that means we must rise up in anger, rise up in rebellion against the powers that be. But I say no. I peer into the years before us and I see the foundations laid by men and women’s blood so that we would not have to fight to be better. Don’t you see they fought so we wouldn’t have to! They laid down lives so that we could live them in perpetual change, that is our country, one of melting on of movement it is dynamic. Why must we hold to that which seems dear when it destroys the dreams of the ones who will come after. All I see is smog my friends. All I see is green.
The dead presidents sneer at us from the corruption that rises from our hearts! Take responsibility for your actions. You voted them their, take them down from there! We believe them, fess up, we nodded our heads in agreement. We got stung and you say, oh those damn bastards in DC. I’m not saying that, I’m hanging my head. They represent me. They represent my ink on some paper. They represent my land, my house, my heart my dreams. What will we do? I may not be there, but my voice will be there. No tea parties for me, they live on my dollar, they work on my time.
hope you get it, i dunno if i do. Any quetions just ask.
-Mike
As am I, enraged. Long have the depths of the controversial constrained the heels of men and woman in the political process that seems to direct hearts to the categorization that is the polarization of our homeland. A few times in history we have come to this place, and every situation was to be a breaking and turning point for our nation. I pray to God that the arms of men, brothers and sisters do not lash out at one another, but the words of daughters and fathers, mothers and sons seem to leak from the very foundations of the laws of our land and this is our pain. That we must rise against the will of those we love. Not in rebellion but in compassion. I fear, I fear for that which as yet to be seen, the break down of this country by the politics we all say we hate, and yet we vote for it to continue.
I too walk a cold path with my hands in my pockets wondering. Wandering the paths I see before me trying to find the root cause. I can not look back, I have done too much looking back. I will move forward and I just wish that some would walk with me. Not to agree, but to explore, explore how the ideals and dreams and visions of a few men a few hundred years ago translate into relevancy upon our 21st century heart. Just as those men peered from a seat of unknowing, far greater than our own, it was the want for something better that drove them to uphold and fight for all that they held dear.
Some may think that means we must rise up in anger, rise up in rebellion against the powers that be. But I say no. I peer into the years before us and I see the foundations laid by men and women’s blood so that we would not have to fight to be better. Don’t you see they fought so we wouldn’t have to! They laid down lives so that we could live them in perpetual change, that is our country, one of melting on of movement it is dynamic. Why must we hold to that which seems dear when it destroys the dreams of the ones who will come after. All I see is smog my friends. All I see is green.
The dead presidents sneer at us from the corruption that rises from our hearts! Take responsibility for your actions. You voted them their, take them down from there! We believe them, fess up, we nodded our heads in agreement. We got stung and you say, oh those damn bastards in DC. I’m not saying that, I’m hanging my head. They represent me. They represent my ink on some paper. They represent my land, my house, my heart my dreams. What will we do? I may not be there, but my voice will be there. No tea parties for me, they live on my dollar, they work on my time.
hope you get it, i dunno if i do. Any quetions just ask.
-Mike
Thursday, January 18, 2007
Fade in...
So I am back, and once again the gray skies and drizzle of the midlands of England remind me of eternal wetness that is Birmingham haha. My room... is still a mess. Upon leaving for my month break I was forced to pack my dorm room up in a box and a duffel bag and now it still sits in that state, besides the stuff I ripped out of the duffel bag to get to my bed things so I could sleep. My closet is wide open and is about a 1/4 filled with clothes my failed attempt to get stuff put away. I am slightly procrastinating finishing and will most likely do it this weekend.
I slept in today and it was nice, a couple of odd dreams of friends and the like but sleeping is going well just like EATING!!! this was my food in take yesterday...
Breakfast: Bacon, eggs, Shredded wheat with milk
Lunch: A bunch of fries and fish big piece of cod
Dinner: Curry and bread, with green beans, and more fries, with an apple
Dinner II (At bible study) : Big plate of pasta with a really good meaty sauce, a cup of tea and another drink
Desert: Digestive cookies... like 5-8 of them haha
ya that was yesterday and thats the most so far, but that minus the second dinner has been everyday this week, crazy huh! I can't stop stuffing myself, after my being on foot for 30 days straight, I toned up a lot, so I have zero fat on my body it's all rippling muscle haha. No lie.
I've been reading like a maniac, highlighting up this Political Science book, good ideas, alittle spooky, about Europe dominating the 21st century, the author seems little disillusioned by his own ideas, but the fact is he's not to far from the truth. Europe is the new sleeping giant that no body is paying any attention to. 150 million more people than the US, a stronger networked economy and more and more countries wanting to join, with each addition they may get weakened in the short term, but end up galvanizing the European network in the long run. Might be worried about China now, but their economy is smaller than Italy! And europe joined is already dominating under the shadow and cover of the US headlines.
Even though right now I am frustrated with the low value of the dollar I guess it is working, our economy is picking up with our exports being cheaper to the world, but we keep spending and borrowing around the world over, so even though we are rising we are hollowing our insides out. None of that is from the book haha, just my observations. But it is irrelevant to most americans, as only 8% of americans have passports, which means only that many leave the country or have left the country in the past. So low value dollar abroad doesn't really mean much to them, but to me when I am in the country with the highest value monetary currency against the dollar it sucks hard core!!!
Thats my rant! Good luck to all you Americans who are reading this, I know presidential stuff is cropping it's head more and more in the news and such, stay strong remember no matter who they are right or left they are full of it. Ohhh man, and I studying political science! God Help Me!
Love you all very much, keep up the commenting and e-mailing me your thoughts.
-Mike
I slept in today and it was nice, a couple of odd dreams of friends and the like but sleeping is going well just like EATING!!! this was my food in take yesterday...
Breakfast: Bacon, eggs, Shredded wheat with milk
Lunch: A bunch of fries and fish big piece of cod
Dinner: Curry and bread, with green beans, and more fries, with an apple
Dinner II (At bible study) : Big plate of pasta with a really good meaty sauce, a cup of tea and another drink
Desert: Digestive cookies... like 5-8 of them haha
ya that was yesterday and thats the most so far, but that minus the second dinner has been everyday this week, crazy huh! I can't stop stuffing myself, after my being on foot for 30 days straight, I toned up a lot, so I have zero fat on my body it's all rippling muscle haha. No lie.
I've been reading like a maniac, highlighting up this Political Science book, good ideas, alittle spooky, about Europe dominating the 21st century, the author seems little disillusioned by his own ideas, but the fact is he's not to far from the truth. Europe is the new sleeping giant that no body is paying any attention to. 150 million more people than the US, a stronger networked economy and more and more countries wanting to join, with each addition they may get weakened in the short term, but end up galvanizing the European network in the long run. Might be worried about China now, but their economy is smaller than Italy! And europe joined is already dominating under the shadow and cover of the US headlines.
Even though right now I am frustrated with the low value of the dollar I guess it is working, our economy is picking up with our exports being cheaper to the world, but we keep spending and borrowing around the world over, so even though we are rising we are hollowing our insides out. None of that is from the book haha, just my observations. But it is irrelevant to most americans, as only 8% of americans have passports, which means only that many leave the country or have left the country in the past. So low value dollar abroad doesn't really mean much to them, but to me when I am in the country with the highest value monetary currency against the dollar it sucks hard core!!!
Thats my rant! Good luck to all you Americans who are reading this, I know presidential stuff is cropping it's head more and more in the news and such, stay strong remember no matter who they are right or left they are full of it. Ohhh man, and I studying political science! God Help Me!
Love you all very much, keep up the commenting and e-mailing me your thoughts.
-Mike
Monday, January 15, 2007
...into the sunset.
Journal Entry Jan 14th 2007...
As my great adventure comes to a near end, in my minds eye I wonder the fields of my youth, in all it's drama, in all it's worry and confusion. I sit in reverent silence seeing the spooked pheasant clammer their worried wings into the air, the setting sun over my shoulders casting the golden hue upon their white breasts and reflecting the true hope of every mans heart.
The farm land of the English countryside speeds by as if to give a glimpse of perfection, knowing that to linger and ponder it's existence would betray and reveal the reality of the farmers life of toil, and the curse that it truly is.
I can not help but recall a certain Spanish rider when my eye catches sight of the modern spinning wind-mills in the distance, which produce the electrified fortune so many hope to grasp. Thus I am reminded of yet another man of lore. When everything he touched turned to gold. And yet he realized that the things of life and of flesh although may be fleeting, they are worth the risk and pain that may come with failure. Although the gold may bring us security in mind, our hearts will never be content and know this that hearts move minds, but the mind will never budge the stubborn heart. So is it with the Love I carry, though I long at security, I will always live for love.
Yet it seems my heart is as hard as I have ever noticed it. Only longing for One and longing for His return. Tiss when I realize, in this instant, that my heart is as David, that though through calamity and failure, adventure and confusion my being, my inner-man as Paul calls it, will and can only arrive and rise to one conclusion by my instinct and faith... WORSHIP, worship the Lord almighty, Holy HOly, HOLY, the Lord God Almighty, WHO WAS, WHO IS, WHO SHALL EVER BE. And that is what I sung, that is what I sung loud and clear in the streets and back alleys of Florence ITALY, realizing... realizing my youth and the adventure that it is.
END of journal Entry.
love you all. God's Got ya! He's Got me, go for Jesus, and I'll see you under the tree!
-Mike
As my great adventure comes to a near end, in my minds eye I wonder the fields of my youth, in all it's drama, in all it's worry and confusion. I sit in reverent silence seeing the spooked pheasant clammer their worried wings into the air, the setting sun over my shoulders casting the golden hue upon their white breasts and reflecting the true hope of every mans heart.
The farm land of the English countryside speeds by as if to give a glimpse of perfection, knowing that to linger and ponder it's existence would betray and reveal the reality of the farmers life of toil, and the curse that it truly is.
I can not help but recall a certain Spanish rider when my eye catches sight of the modern spinning wind-mills in the distance, which produce the electrified fortune so many hope to grasp. Thus I am reminded of yet another man of lore. When everything he touched turned to gold. And yet he realized that the things of life and of flesh although may be fleeting, they are worth the risk and pain that may come with failure. Although the gold may bring us security in mind, our hearts will never be content and know this that hearts move minds, but the mind will never budge the stubborn heart. So is it with the Love I carry, though I long at security, I will always live for love.
Yet it seems my heart is as hard as I have ever noticed it. Only longing for One and longing for His return. Tiss when I realize, in this instant, that my heart is as David, that though through calamity and failure, adventure and confusion my being, my inner-man as Paul calls it, will and can only arrive and rise to one conclusion by my instinct and faith... WORSHIP, worship the Lord almighty, Holy HOly, HOLY, the Lord God Almighty, WHO WAS, WHO IS, WHO SHALL EVER BE. And that is what I sung, that is what I sung loud and clear in the streets and back alleys of Florence ITALY, realizing... realizing my youth and the adventure that it is.
END of journal Entry.
love you all. God's Got ya! He's Got me, go for Jesus, and I'll see you under the tree!
-Mike
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