As I sit here (of course in class) and I wonder what is really going on in my heart, I can not help but wonder what brought me here. I had imagined my life taking me somewhere quite else. quite differently. but alas. as life moves. it surely does that and move.

Once again, every day, I have to explain it to someone else. I have to see their eyes break contact; as they can hear the frailty in my own voice.  Most can’t understand what its like, but some do.  my usual response?

“thats life”

I can’t but help and think of the line from the dark tower.

Ka is like the wind, it takes what it wants and leaves some things behind.

God is surely, like this.