I am trying to get back.
For a while I lost patiance with the blog idea. Life was feeling heavy, i think its hard to talk sometimes when you don´t know what to say... filling life with words is a good way to frustrate yourself, words are a tool not a purpose in themselves.
I´m finding my feet again in this culture in Britain... I said that to myself about three months ago but now three months down the line i think i am finding them better... I hope in three months from here i will be able to say i have found them even more....
Life can be one long journey to find your feet... and all along it was them that was keeping you on the journey.
You could sum up my thoughts for the last few months easily... nature is beautiful. I am sitting with my door open in my bedroom which goes out to the garden... its late, pitch black, but there is still soemthing lovely about the quiet peace that wafts in the door, the coolness of outside and the still dignity of the trees. My room has one wall which looks out with three big windows and a windowed door to a garden that is getting quite wild. trees of all colours grace the view in the day framed by sky and clouds sometimes light and airy sometimes dark... there are no houses seen from my window... it is a masterpiece of greens, browns, yellow blue, white, black... I think as i go through life, wondering about purpose and meaning, hoping for love and acceptance, searching for community and friendship... praising, relying, enjoying and searching fro God, wishing for other people to gain passion, gain love, gain a desire to actually work this life we live through in to something good... to work hard to achieve things together... in that life, which is not always easy... the view from my window is a strength and peace I could not do without at the moment...
nature is beautiful... nough said
