It’s Greek!

This actually has nothing to do with anything remotely Greek, sorry to disappoint.

Just another muttering of my wandering mind.

ps: I hate canvas shoes that make your feet stink after you’ve worn them everyday because they’ve become your favourite shoe. I mean, you know socks don’t look attractive with them, and you are forced to go barefoot and risk foot-stench embarrassment. Someone should think of something…we’ve devised space shuttles and atom bombs and medicine to eradicate small pox, but we can’t figure out to invent an efficient foot odor eliminator.

I am sorely starved of inspiration to write anything, to read anything, to play anything, to sing anything. I wonder where it’s all gone, my talent’s been sapped and it’s completely depressing.

So….I’m trying to fit in some of it all, but mostly the writing and reading. So far I’ve got three books, a devotional and the Bible that I’m reading simultaneously. Two out of the three are spiritual books as well.

I do think I ought to meditate regularly on the Bible, b/c most of the time I really have no clue how to behave and sometimes let my wild, wicked heart run wild and trample things under it’s stampede.

Most of all I have trampled Alan, so Alan I am devotedly sorry.

I wonder if sorry and sorrowful have similar origins, because if you think about it, their meanings somewhat intertwine.

You can see how i’m spinning thoughts off of other ones…it’s because i have nothing of spiritual or personal importance to discuss right now besides what i’ve already said. Things are boring and lonely and that’s it.

Ooh! Here we go, a theme…friendship.

Well, I must say I feel as if I’ve held all of my friendships very loosely in my fragile hands. I have a number of friends, but very few of them do I feel truly connected to anymore. No kindred spirits, save one. This really disturbs me, because that’s what I always desire is close companionship with just a few friends. It doesn’t have to be all of twenty or fifty people (we all know that’s impossible) but the two to five I’ve held closely, I seem to have let slip away and we’ve all made our lives so plans are not rearrangeable, non-negotiable and we have no time for one another anymore. Perhaps that’s my own perception which can often turn up marred and distorted in other’s views. Anyways, it’s likely because I’m a workaholic, but (to be a little cliche) the first step is admitting, and I just want to repair this soon…

Hopefully that will come with living out in the wild with them all.

That’s all for now :)

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