When I finished my calling as a chaplain I became a seeker. I sold my worldly possessions. I traveled. I owned nothing. I worked odd jobs to make ends meet and lived month to month. I lived life open to God’s plan and place. And then I started to write.
For years I did not pick up a pen or a guitar. 12 years of pent up knowledge was now free to race into existence. Now the words flow faster than I can type. Every thought I can think I wrote down. I create a map of my actions and reactions. Find patterns, meaning. I share with others. We compare our experiences. We find happiness and peace together. Collectively we have harmony.
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