The Total Person...

is to be visioned as reaching out in continuing, expanding relationship with the wholeness of God in the fullness of the universe. Less than this is cutting short the resources available for personhood development. The creative, exploring person will keep at the job, trying for an enriched and enriching relationship with spiritual resources. The honest person will see his concepts of God calling for growth and refinement. He will see his language needing expansion. He will see conventional ways of getting with God as not adequate. He will see that many who set out to relate with God have limiting notions. But the person of pioneering spirit will thrill at the great adventure in relating more and more.

Oh, do I wish I had written all that 1st. It's by Ron Cheville. I don't know who he is but I found it when reading a dissertation on Theatre. Man...too inspired to just sit here. Must go conquer the world.

All The Time I Dream of You

For every word I wrote, I meant seven. For every seven I meant it was twenty I felt. To know my heart, you'd have to read my mind.
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I'm laying down the law,
enforcing a 15-minute limit.
So have your way with me now and let my mind run free.
I guess I can spare that, what can a few thoughts hurt?
What's 15 minutes in lieu when I get to dream of you?

Hey, it's been 20! What are you still doing here?
I've got things to do.
I swear, let me get out of bed in peace,
Find someone else's heart to lease.

Now the morning's spent and all my time to you I've lent.
Fine, you want to do lunch? But promise me, just this once.

Alrighty then, it's been 4 more hours and my mind is still consumed with you.
Seriously, I'd appreciate it if you'd kindly step away
This girl cannot keep dreaming of you to my dismay.
I've got to concentrate, create, and respond to the world!

Now the entire day is gone, remove yourself from my mind and let me unfurl.
On second thought, hang just long enough to see me to sleep.
The thought of you helps the comfort keep.
Okay, you can go now, I think I've forgotten about you,

OR why don't you just stay...
Since you never really left anyway.

IRONY

The ONLY thing crazy about basking in the depths of God's glorious creations is there are soooo many ways to die! (from my journal, written just 1 hr ago) ---As my feet slide with every step down the mountain, snow slips into my shoes like a secret gone bad. I reached over, attempting to stabalize myself on a bush twig, dead in this season, before it snapped like celery between my frigid fingers sending me with an escalating speed down the side of the mountain. Of course, I did choose the most maddening peak to climb, all geared up with water, my journal, and a Bible--3 of my favorite survival tools. I could only make it up so far before an impassible rusted fence convinced me my journey was finished, though not fulfilled. My determination to venture into the woods alone is only so because the days thus far have been spent consumed with company. And plus sometimes it's just fun to see what I'm made of, what level of ninja fighting powers I hold. And let me tell ya, when it's cold, not very much.

Tomorrow is Thanksgiving. Good food, good eats, good friends...even though I just met them a week ago. I suppose though, they are my new family. It's sort of like a gang. Hmm, I'm part of a gang. I'm a gangsta. A snowboarding gangsta. Nope, doesn't quite have the ring I was hoping for.
*Must go practice on the mandolin for tomorrow's festivities. Hope it flows well with the harmonica. Too bad I can't actually play either one.

Operation lift operator

Tis been sooooo long since I last blogged I venture to say this is in vain, however, for the wanderers I give you this. I'm in Colorado. The 3 day jog on wheels got me here swaddled in good jazz and delicate recurring thoughts. It was a perfect time to think and calculate my life, the upcoming mysteries and potential growing points. I realize that my time spent in the mountains thus far like when I lived in Kentucky and Utah, has proved to be my most solitary moments of life. Not sedentary, but solitary. I find these groping opportunities as time to delve into the innerworkings of my mind and rediscover who I am. I think that should occur every couple years to reevaluate where I'm headed, what I want, why I act the way I do, and decide if I truly am becoming who I want to be, who I think I am now. And of course I had constant entertainment as I drove alone the 30 some odd hours as I fiddled with a walkie-talkie and Amber in the Jeep 40ft away.

In any case, so good so far. The mountain air knocks me out at 9:45 every night. I guess it's good preparation for my lift opts job where by 6:45 am I'll have had to indulge in coffee, have found a shuttle to the top of the mountain, somehow get to my station before hypothermia sets in, and turn on my mind. I'm going to be the all-prepared operator...To help save small orphans, widows and discombobulated adults as they fumble through their naivete of riding the lift, just as I once did. It's my mission.

And as for you, my eastern folk, it is your duty to me to maintain a schedule of east coast life stories, talking of sweet tea and brambleberries.