Here's some things I hope to talk about before I head out of Erie again:
- Zero Dualisms, and it's ever growing effect on my life
- The Celebration of Discipline by Richard Foster, and my desires to celebrate said disciplines
- The first year out of college struggle
That's three things in 4 days (I'm still in Saturday mode).
ps – Today was a really nice day. I spent time with Nick at the Ribfest and at B&N, and then hung out with Jenny for the rest of the night. To close, I leave you with a song by Anathallo, which has sustained a run as my favorite band for awhile, and a band I will see in August and party with afterwards. This song has been on my heart a lot, and it'll lead well into zero dualisms later. peace.
Cuckoo Spitting Blood
Oh, night set on when I fell down
In the corner of the field.
Cuckoo, I too sang,
Spit the blood of welling thoughts.
Waking with a hundred grains.
Salt stains ringing 'round my legs.
I could not face you.
Since I don't know my father,
I won't be a son.
In morning when words rise up
Like the echo of a stone axe,
Some demon in me wants to rise up
And walk away.
When I am alone in the day.
At night when I am going without clothes
I see your knees where I would sit,
The purple chair,
Golden trim hedged 'round.
I hid myself.
Underneath my father
With the robes of a son.
In the morning when words rose up
Like the echo of a stone axe.
Some demon in me crawled out
And ran away.
I remember when I took the gifts
Asking you for everything,
Throw your name in the well.
I sink, and sink.