Vagabond Existence

Gypsy girl, Vagabond, homeless-- call it what you will just as long as the God of peace is with me. 

In lieu of some strange events happening and still feeling numb. And so desperately trying to hear God and not feel like I'm wandering in the desert; I decided I had to find some inspiration.  

I used to write poetry a lot and write a lot more-- maybe it was from my "emo" days. Actually that's not entirely true, I've written some in the last couple years, just not recently. When it comes to writing for myself it's a daunting task. I've noticed when I'm creating art for something else, I can will myself to do it. So, I dated back to a backup of my old computer that I just discovered on the computer I use now. Which also explains why my computer has no space, it's storing 2 computers worth of information. Go figure.

As I'm reading this book, which I've been trying to finish for the last two years. I decided that I need to restart it. Dallas Willard, I'd really love to finish your book The Spirit of the Disciplines. I'm sure my brain would be bigger and I'm sure I would find some interesting perspectives if I could just manage to get to the end. 

But I did manage to find this quote that I have been stuck on for the last week.

"We prefer no social unrest or revolution - as long as our style of life is preserved." 

Let that sink in. 

It's so true isn't it?  Go ahead, admit it-- admitting it is okay. But with fair warning, once you admit this as true, it is not okay to continue to live blindly in this thought.

I was working on a painting for a friend a couple years ago (for someone else, common theme). I'm not this great painter or anything but this painting had a story and it was personal. I wrote this to go with the painting. 

Sitting back on it, it was relevant to them-- but I also think that some of me was poured into the words and I'm finding this to be ever present for me. 

Vagabond existence

What train is taking me home?

For today at least

North or south

As far as the east meets west

As long as the coordinates reach to locations

To drive me to better foresight 

What wars will I stumble on

Inside of me.

What wars will I watch

In this world

Where

Freedom

Is suppressed 

by chains.

 

Tobacco Farm

Rusape, Zimbabwe