...places to go
I think that everyone has a place that they go to. I think that this place can be in the middle of a crowded area, or in the silence of a room, this place I believe can also exist in a realm that the eye cannot see…a dimension where only the imagination can take you.
I realized just the other day as I was sitting at my desk writing that I have neglected my place. This exposed a cord deep within my soul…a note that released anger and sadness. You see my place is my desk…it is where I am surrounded by my books…my old journals…my watches…and lots of pictures and photographs, that for me, carry deep meaning, and great stories. I guess you could say that a lot of my passions surround me as I sit at my desk. These passions are some of the sources that rejuvenate me, and breath new life in me when I am dry and empty.
One of my favorite things to do is to sit at my desk early in the morning. Sometimes I just sit there...while other times I will write and journal. One constant while I am at my desk is that I tend to listen to Album Leaf and disappear for while…I sometimes imagine my desk as my Wardrobe that leads me to Narnia.
So why the anger and sadness? Well, I noticed while in the middle of my semester at the seminary that I wasn’t spending enough time in my place. Instead I was lost in books that I had to read for class, and papers that I had to write, and please don’t get me wrong…these are good things, necessary things even…but my soul was taking a beating because of it. And it wasn’t the seminaries fault…it was mine. I wasn’t making time for my place. And the sweet irony of it all was that I would sit at my desk for hours working for my classes…sitting in the exact place that had the potential to rejuvenate me, and breath new life in me…but I didn’t think I had time.
[Silence]
So where is your place?...If you are so willing would you describe it to me?...I wish there was a way to post pictures when you comment on someone’s blog because then you could post a photograph along with you description.
Look forward to hearing from you soon.
heart.soul.mind.
kyle diroberts
I realized just the other day as I was sitting at my desk writing that I have neglected my place. This exposed a cord deep within my soul…a note that released anger and sadness. You see my place is my desk…it is where I am surrounded by my books…my old journals…my watches…and lots of pictures and photographs, that for me, carry deep meaning, and great stories. I guess you could say that a lot of my passions surround me as I sit at my desk. These passions are some of the sources that rejuvenate me, and breath new life in me when I am dry and empty.
One of my favorite things to do is to sit at my desk early in the morning. Sometimes I just sit there...while other times I will write and journal. One constant while I am at my desk is that I tend to listen to Album Leaf and disappear for while…I sometimes imagine my desk as my Wardrobe that leads me to Narnia.
So why the anger and sadness? Well, I noticed while in the middle of my semester at the seminary that I wasn’t spending enough time in my place. Instead I was lost in books that I had to read for class, and papers that I had to write, and please don’t get me wrong…these are good things, necessary things even…but my soul was taking a beating because of it. And it wasn’t the seminaries fault…it was mine. I wasn’t making time for my place. And the sweet irony of it all was that I would sit at my desk for hours working for my classes…sitting in the exact place that had the potential to rejuvenate me, and breath new life in me…but I didn’t think I had time.
[Silence]
So where is your place?...If you are so willing would you describe it to me?...I wish there was a way to post pictures when you comment on someone’s blog because then you could post a photograph along with you description.
Look forward to hearing from you soon.
heart.soul.mind.
kyle diroberts