I recognize different ecosystems of my soul:
Austin was the lake country – waters where people play and pretend not to notice the dangers in the deep
Waco was the plains – the vast land gave space to heal and more breath than I could hold
Fredericksburg is the hill country – the ups and downs require me to add muscle to these dry bones
Where’s next?
The deserts are harsh, but hide peculiar beauty
The mountains are lovely, but dangerous
The forests never run out of rain, but are filled with strange creatures
Each place I go leaves its mark on my soul
like a particle, like a wave
like light, illuminating my path
locating my spiritual geography