Lost at the Y

It was crazy how crazy I felt.
Winding my prayers with the dark street, hoping it would connect.
It was already 7:02, I was mad at myself I didn't leave earlier.
You should always leave earlier when your going somewhere you've never gone before.
I didn't realize the oven was going to take so long to pre-heat my dinner.
"and I thought frozen pizza was supposed to be easy to cook",
I groaned, as I gave my fist a shook.

I felt so rushed I had missed the turn.
So now I'm hoping this back road, dark with anxiety will circle me in.
It was my first time going to this group; or to anything like this.

Thank You, Milltown

God has done much molding to my spiritual lens through Milltown over these past 4 years.  I am the person I am today, and living the life I'm living today, largely because of Milltown's influence on my life.  The way I view community, proximity, evangelism, vocation, Church, myself, going to the grocery store, and countless other things have all been radically shaped through my interactions with this small community.

Old Dull Brown Rubber Band

Lost in stories.
Their stories.
My stories.
Stories to be told and interpreted.
Created.
Imagined.
Lived out.

Recently I announced a quiet proclamation, "I want to be a writer!"
Except I've really only said it with an exclamation mark when I'm alone under my bed sheets.

Dance Lessons of the Soul

Sometimes I write things on my to do list after I have already done them just so I can scratch them off my list.  Regularly I do this, actually.  Which is pretty peculiar when I stop and consider it.

I wonder what other things are this way?  What else do I do, just to undo, for the sake of satisfaction, enjoyment, or accomplishment?  Buying a Christmas tree and decorating it, then taking it down 2 weeks later and throwing it away?  Making a ginger bread house that you never eat (no one ever eats those).  Going for a walk, you just leave the house and then come back, like a really slow boomerang.  I guess all the food we consume is kind of like that, too, since it all ends up coming out.

My Neighborhood Is Not Perfect

My house has been broken into twice in 2 years.  An unwanted tradition; we have an alarm system now.  The salvation army is around the corner where those who don't have houses to be broken into line up for food like a black Friday sale at Wal-Mart.  Although they're a little less excited, as if they know the best deals are already sold out.  A homeless woman sits as a permanent fixture outside the market a stones throw from my front door.  It's not even a good place to plop, but she's there every single day sitting in the dirt outside Wilson's Delicatessen's.

The house behind mine was condemned for drug manufacturing.  It has been sitting empty since I can remember.  There's a door up on the 2nd floor that has been wide open for a month.  I reported it to the police, but it's still just wide open, the same way you found the refrigerator door that one time.  Except instead of letting the cold air out, this door is letting all the cold air in.  An abandoned crack house is probably the only house around with its door open this cold Winter.  Maybe its for a reason.