Sabbath

It's a grey rainy day in Tampa. Not Tampa weather at all really. Beging to be something she's not, this southern town is embracing the weather of the northern coasts-cold mist and drissle, beckoning sweaters and Northface. I love my friends today. They are good people - dancing and living and singing all around me. This place is hard to be, but we still sing and dance and drink glasses of cold white Oregon wine on patios still lit with white Christmas lights. Everything seems right. Today I decided I would buy a banjo -its sound reminds me of breaking free (from the prison I'm in - my therapist reminds me). Regardless, once I sell my Washburn I think I might buy one used, or cheap, or old and beautiful- to play by myself by the waters or in the cities or on Friday nights at Jakes- tunes that swirl in and out of my mind and body. What a great Saturday. Perhaps I am learing what it truly means to embrace this gift that has been given to me - known as Sabbath. Or simply the deepness and refreshment that comes from "no-ah" -God's rest.


Currently listening to (and being forever inspired by): Sufjan Stevens - "Romulus"