Date: February 20, 2013 2:36 PM
I’ve been busy lately. It’s so hard to feel Her presence when the mind is pre-occupied. I feel sorry for those who haven’t learned this yet.
Work has been taking up my mornings, and the building of a cabinet to fill the space next to my easy chair (which replaced my sofa) has taken up my afternoons.
Feeling distant from Her—feeling disconnected—I went for a walk. I came to a locked gate and hopped the fence and strolled across a barren field where chile flourished just a few months ago. Now nothing grew at all. A field of turned, brown and dusty soil.
Across a dry ditch, decaying in the desert brush, stood an old deserted house.
Two empty rooms. The raised wood floor rotting. The walls covered with spray-painted pornography. The artist, quite talented. His style reminiscent of Picasso.
On the roof, a piece of sheet metal banged in cadence with the wind.
Searching around the crumbling walls, the only footprints found in the dirt were my own.
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