"This time tomorrow"...
I woke up this morning with a smell in my nose that I haven't smelled since "life was new"..
I lived 5 years in KS. If you've had the opportunity to notice, out that way has a different smell than Back East does.
I can't describe it other than to maybe call it a little musty, maybe. Flowers don't really have a smell out there, compared to places that have a higher humidity, (and maybe a lower altitude??)..
Anyway, I came of age out there. The Lord called me down south, but I "grew up" out that way..
When I left KS, I forgot that smell in a couple of years I guess.
I woke up with that smell in my head/nose this morning..
Life was new back then. More fragrant & tactile.. Funnier & less predictable..
A sunrise and a cup of coffee was an ideal moment, given to a proper examination of life and thankfulness..
Blessings were like water to silt. They just carried me along the way, to ever broader, more interesting places..
Lately, I seem to have become part of the sand bar at the mouth of the river, where folks trying to go along their way get stuck on. It seems to take a hurricane or flood to move me.. Seems like the only ones inviting me to come along are going someplace I've already been or have no intention of going.. I've never liked going backwards. It's never what it was when I was there before.. I'm pretty sure that's a good summary for why I don't like being where I am now..
("A prophet is not without honor except in his own country".)
Folks here expect me to either be a easily led, sweet little kid or a (now matured) pothead.. I'm neither. Those first two incarnations of "me" died a very long time ago. May they rest in peace..
I'm here, and as long as I'm able, I'll fight for the things that I know are right, true and just, as far as I can see, and to the best if my ability, but it isn't much fun anymore..
I liked it better when life was new..
Thanks for listening..