Spiritual Geography

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