Little Child
sorry the video's so quiet.
I woke to the clouds that smothered the sun;
I woke to the breeze that blew through my window screen;
the day was gray, the day kept cool; I sat and wondered what the day would hold.
I cringe at the thought that I have an ego.
I wonder and wonder and ask will it ever go
out of my head? Out of my soul?
I want peace of mind, peace of heart, peace of soul, peace with God.
The sun melts the clouds and cares for the seeds;
that plant in the ground and grow bigger than me;
and all I can say is "My God."
I see butterflies and look at stars, ignore myself and see the whole.
And my God I gotta say this is quite fantastic!
And I'll greet the day with the smile of a child;
and his wondering eyes, that see this all new, that don't know what this is, so explore.
Here I come, into God's arms, the embrace of his grace and his charm!
Sunday, March 29, 2009
Friday, March 20, 2009
Sanctuary
Hello Fam! I spent several days on retreat 
- a good time to collect my mind, center my spirit, soak in God as I traveled to northern NM, camping with two friends, Ryan and Matt. 
Our first night, bout an hour south of Amarillo, Matt suggested we pull over and explore the abandoned farmhouse on the side of the road. So we did. And while walking over fallen walls and debris, through broken doorjambs and, outside, cotton, we found a storm shelter, insulated by earth and nine inches-thick straw on the ceiling. It was warm and cosy and the best place we'd find on that freezing night that snowed. We stayed in that shelter. 
The next morning, we headed on through Amarillo, stopped in Las Vegas to camp. We drove to Santa Fe the next day and stayed the night with Amanda. She made us a great (and, of course, because it's Amanda, healthy) breakfast and we were off again. We found a camp site in the Santa Fe National Forest and set up our tent, made a fire, and stayed there for two, literally freezing nights. 
We made fires from scratch, then used them to cook our food. We purified river water for drinking by boiling it in a kettle. We hiked, explored, gazed along infinite acreage of pine forest and mountains. Nature, creator and destroyer, structure and chaos, predator and prey, rushing rivers and draught, God, is beautiful.
A few other photos:
Piano and TV on a front porch
Ryan and Matt in the shelter
Ryan
Bed springs!
Matt outside the leaning building
Ryan lost his glasses, but found them!
One of the meals Matt cooked on the fire Ryan made from the wood I collected. We rotated roles.
Scenes:
The river rushes down below, melted snow flowing fast over rocks and stone. The water, crisp, slow, erodes as it melts from the peaks of these mountains and trickles. I sit with ease and watch the pines sway. The wind elopes. It passes like a flock of birds, and leaves me at my pirch.
Matt and Ryan greet me from the top, specks on a rock the size of a mountain. And a jumbo jet leaves a white streak as it passes discrete behind them. And they, those two, sway like the trees. And rocket strength winds whirl by me, through me.
Thoughts while away:
God is erosion, a fallen tree, the water that flows under the surface of ice in the river; God, feral like lightning. God is the butterfly that flutters through cool pine and the blackbird that swoops down to catch it. God is the river, brush of wind, sway of trees symphony that scores the whole scene.
- a good time to collect my mind, center my spirit, soak in God as I traveled to northern NM, camping with two friends, Ryan and Matt. 
Our first night, bout an hour south of Amarillo, Matt suggested we pull over and explore the abandoned farmhouse on the side of the road. So we did. And while walking over fallen walls and debris, through broken doorjambs and, outside, cotton, we found a storm shelter, insulated by earth and nine inches-thick straw on the ceiling. It was warm and cosy and the best place we'd find on that freezing night that snowed. We stayed in that shelter. 
The next morning, we headed on through Amarillo, stopped in Las Vegas to camp. We drove to Santa Fe the next day and stayed the night with Amanda. She made us a great (and, of course, because it's Amanda, healthy) breakfast and we were off again. We found a camp site in the Santa Fe National Forest and set up our tent, made a fire, and stayed there for two, literally freezing nights. 
We made fires from scratch, then used them to cook our food. We purified river water for drinking by boiling it in a kettle. We hiked, explored, gazed along infinite acreage of pine forest and mountains. Nature, creator and destroyer, structure and chaos, predator and prey, rushing rivers and draught, God, is beautiful.A few other photos:
Piano and TV on a front porch
Ryan and Matt in the shelter
Ryan
Bed springs!
Matt outside the leaning building
Ryan lost his glasses, but found them!
One of the meals Matt cooked on the fire Ryan made from the wood I collected. We rotated roles.Scenes:
The river rushes down below, melted snow flowing fast over rocks and stone. The water, crisp, slow, erodes as it melts from the peaks of these mountains and trickles. I sit with ease and watch the pines sway. The wind elopes. It passes like a flock of birds, and leaves me at my pirch.
Matt and Ryan greet me from the top, specks on a rock the size of a mountain. And a jumbo jet leaves a white streak as it passes discrete behind them. And they, those two, sway like the trees. And rocket strength winds whirl by me, through me.
Thoughts while away:
God is erosion, a fallen tree, the water that flows under the surface of ice in the river; God, feral like lightning. God is the butterfly that flutters through cool pine and the blackbird that swoops down to catch it. God is the river, brush of wind, sway of trees symphony that scores the whole scene.
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Hello Family!
Dear Family,
I've created this blog especially for you all. Now you can, when curious, check in on my latest meanderings, adventures, missions, or general travels. I'll update when I can, which will have no pattern - no schedule - but when I finally have something worth sharing. So here I am, over a year graduated, thousands and thousands of miles traveled on highways, back roads, airplanes, and carpools - through mountains, over plains, along coastlines - from Portland Oregon to New York City, Denton, Dallas, Austin, San Antonio, Louisiana, Santa Fe Las Cruces and La Luz New Mexico. I've passed through Colorado, Idaho, Utah, California, Arizona - camped alone on the west coast - crashed on couches of friends and strangers who became friends. But instead of going through all the stories, which I will write here and there for y'all to read, I'll show you my last year in pictures, quickly. Enjoy!
Love, brian
NM before Portland
Colorado. Hiding behind the trees, glistening off ice and snow, that's the sun!
I woke up in Idaho (or was it Utah?)
Driving through Utah
Oregon
The Oregon coast!
Shinanigans
("Compass") N.California on my way home
The lake
I-35, headed to Dallas
Dallas porch
Where I woke up, headed for NM
NM, the evening I showed up. Same day as picture above
Thanksgiving, 4:30 p.m.
NYC, George Washington Bridge
Waiting for the bus (Amanda says it's called a subway...) Photo by my great friend Amanda.
Riding the "Subway" train
First Thursday in Austin. My friends and I sold the things we made in the last few months. They sold furniture they painted. People seemed to really love what they made. It was all really cool, and a lot of fun to be a part of!
That pretty much brings me to now. More to come!
I've created this blog especially for you all. Now you can, when curious, check in on my latest meanderings, adventures, missions, or general travels. I'll update when I can, which will have no pattern - no schedule - but when I finally have something worth sharing. So here I am, over a year graduated, thousands and thousands of miles traveled on highways, back roads, airplanes, and carpools - through mountains, over plains, along coastlines - from Portland Oregon to New York City, Denton, Dallas, Austin, San Antonio, Louisiana, Santa Fe Las Cruces and La Luz New Mexico. I've passed through Colorado, Idaho, Utah, California, Arizona - camped alone on the west coast - crashed on couches of friends and strangers who became friends. But instead of going through all the stories, which I will write here and there for y'all to read, I'll show you my last year in pictures, quickly. Enjoy!
Love, brian
NM before Portland
Colorado. Hiding behind the trees, glistening off ice and snow, that's the sun!
I woke up in Idaho (or was it Utah?)
Driving through Utah
Oregon
The Oregon coast!
Shinanigans
("Compass") N.California on my way home
The lake
I-35, headed to Dallas
Dallas porch
Where I woke up, headed for NM
NM, the evening I showed up. Same day as picture above
Thanksgiving, 4:30 p.m.
NYC, George Washington Bridge
Waiting for the bus (Amanda says it's called a subway...) Photo by my great friend Amanda.
Riding the "Subway" train
First Thursday in Austin. My friends and I sold the things we made in the last few months. They sold furniture they painted. People seemed to really love what they made. It was all really cool, and a lot of fun to be a part of!That pretty much brings me to now. More to come!
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