During: The fog kisses the mountains and the song of 133 begins and overtakes the day with joy. I am convinced the unity of the brethren is somehow connected. The trees stomp and shout: Praise to God-who-is-water-and-life! The certainty of eternity is bolstered by creation, who knows and does not doubt. The rising of the sun declares futility but NOT WITHOUT HOPE. She remembers again. I’m invited in. What we do today with words we will one day do with light. Create. Rearrange. Align. I participate. With light song. With light dance. Changing and being changed, among some of my favorite mountains.

You are never the same coming out of the twisting winding roads of the mountains and woods as you are going into them. Ask for it. You’ll receive it.

Before: A teaching on intention by the Kurjatas that challenged my comfort zone. We are god-class beings. We are called to created with words. What if?

During: A court case in the heavens. I am designed for this. My interface is fulfilling. Stuff happens and gets done. The elder came along. the visibility of the invisible delights me. And I get to use my giftings. In ways some days don’t require. I rejoice.

After: Fire came. And met me. And said it is not the use but the user. And I have been afraid. Of part of my birthright. And thunder on earth manifests. And fire compels me to study. And starts with its’ relationship/interruption of time. Fire asks me to consider a different likeness to God than other elements. And I am stirred. My concordance is open. My Hebrew comes alive. And I am enthralled with a direction unexpected.

During: Poverty spirit there is no place for you. Assets you are highlighted and recognized. Unanswered questions about my biological father and mother are raised, with curiosity. Questions about the eyes of my heart, which I am learning to close and open, are invitational.

After: Lunches that are missing emotion and filled with pride/agenda/doing feel unsatisfying. And my purpose, what moves me, worship, becomes discontent to settle with reselling somebody elses…anything! And my metron, which is love, urges me to explore more.

During: Highlights of times when I am celebrated and invited to use my gifting bring me joy. Some have seen the deeper parts and welcome me. It is my fuel against those who have opinions and don’t have welcome, only opinions, I learn later.

During: My Father decides, on my anniversary, to dance with me. In the Spirit, in holiness and truth, among the mountains he prepared for the event. I am undone. and more madly in love.

This is my road trip. if you were me, wouldn’t you love them too?