Hello my friends.

It has been sometime since I found a moment to visit with you. Do not think for a second that I forgot the dreams you hold. You are too big for my embrace while fighting a battle with univerisity practice. I am not use to this balance of work and play. My human weakness keeps me from doing what I am called to. I find some things that should not bother me, bothering me. I tend to feel more and think harder. I spend less time being angry but rather confused. Daily I find a mystery I cant unravel. The hills that are home are unsettling at times. Temptation sits on my left shoulder while dignity sits on the right. I want to be balanced. I have spent the last two months solving little pieces of this puzzle. I fell in love with places that I could never find the words for. I cried tears of joy and sorrow. I felt the Earth shake below my feet. I saw the light that in the world. Its all to beautiful for one soul to know. We are unable to be apart of every second that passes. Sharing love and humbleness is what will be our survivor.

A list of places, memories, people, and stories could be written to tell you what I have done my senior year of college. Mistakes and victories on display in a movie film. I spend the days carrying out the task before me. I focus on academia and graduation. Finally to be liberated from the weights of responsiblity, onto a new chapter. Ready to fight for life. Become my destiny. I seek to teach and lead by the example in which I am. I want to take the knowledge that overwhelms and frustrates me into the corners of the far voices. People all over. No man, no woman deserves to be held back from living. The sound pain echoes on all. We are all a member of difficult episode. The saga must continue. Its creation, is unceasing forever newly unfolding into a blossom of hope. Hope. Its a word. A word I hold to when I think of what once was. Trails and markers of old things that are no longer. I count the lashings that my inner self took while growing in the cluster. It took being uprooted and replanted to finally see a hope.

A year to pass. A month to pass. Even closer, an ending to pass.

My time in the hills, has changed me. I am stronger when I feel weak. I am free all the days of my life. I know what not to be, but only to follow what is given to me in a way I could not believe without hope. I eagerly wait to see what comes in the future. I forgive all that hurt me. I love all apart of this journey. You each serve as a lesson and a seed of what my story will do.

I will follow the voice, crying in the wilderness.

I will be the servant to these lands.

I will praise the mystery and glories of things unknown.

I take on the challenges.

I release all illness and distaste.

I am free. I am alive. I have hope.

Be blessed.