Maybe silence is a good thing.  I had dreams of a couple of streets I haven’t seen since I was a kid.  I got in touch with my old friend Hephaestus, well… Vulcan and the statue on the mountainside.  I saw a few friends, a few buildings, some children playing, and a couple of churches made of old brick, fused with new.

I took a week off of writing because I was finding less that seemed important to speak about.  Recently, I have made some concrete steps for what may come.  Until something else gets clarified, I am making plans to head to Birmingham, Alabama.  Right now, I feel that it’s a priority.  But, I’m so used to things being either re-routed or completely destroyed, it’s hard to be excited.  Birmingham is a place that has certain feelings attached to it.  I have a great deal of love for the way the city has overcome the negative memories of it, especially with regards to civil rights. 

Different towns have different issues.  Being an idealist, some issues affect me more than others.  Some issues go completely past my vision.  But, in my past I am sure that I have rushed to deeply involve myself in a situation that I don’t thoroughly understand.  Sometimes with horrible results.  Having a series of ego-crushing situations is actually a wonderful thing for me.  Honestly, I’m not sure how I could have learned restraint without them.  It amazes me how prideful people rarely have something worthy of which to be proud.  Well, at least in my case…

What does the future hold?  I don’t know.  It could be that my accessibility to a new city will allow me to serve in a practical way.  I so have a desire to serve.  In Birmingham, there is a sense of going back to the past with regards to several issues that are important to me… civil rights, racial equality, economic oppression, and community reclamation. 

That is why my words haven’t come as freely as before.  I have wanted to write and write and write.  It’s the only time that I feel healthy as a human being.  My prayer times seem fresher.  My soul seems, if not at rest, at they very least without ache.  I need to write some prose or poetry or social commentary… provided that I have something significant to say, it might be worth reading someday. 😉

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