Too complex. Just another broken soul finding his way and place in this life, utterly dependent on a grace that is way beyond deserved, yet incomprehensibly free. I'm fascinated by people, particularly mid-west americans living in the type of backward towns where the tumbleweeds blow. (think the 'Big Love' community). Somehow I know what I am supposed to do, but it's the me in me that insists on retaining control of everything I could never control. I also know where hope and peace live and in who I can trust, and in that alone, I find my solace. Oh, and when I'm not feeling so melancohlic, I blow the cobwebs out by kite-surfing Muriwai beach - always brings back 'the fear' and rids oneself of any so called worries of the day.
