It's not much of a hole...it's more like an amazingly fabulously bright mansion in the heart of a beautiful country, that God has given me to eat, sleep, study, live, and create...and my supergreat roomies have generously put up with me and my paint.
Somehow in life, I always manage to find a small space which I begin to take over and pretty much live in. Back in the day that was my parent's basement where I hid behind my books and pencils and hats...now it has become the little space behind the couch in the living room of the apartment I live in...that is where I do almost all my sitting. Why a hole? Well...it's not so much that it's ACTUALLY a hole..it's more just that I'm always there and other people tell me I'm in my hole.. I like knowing I have a space to just be. Be who I am and who I want to be..and when I am always in the same little space, it almost becomes my 'prayer closet' in a way...just a place where I spend my introverted time with my God...kind of like an old man smoking his pipe in his rocker on the front porch with a good book. It's a predictable and comforting place where he can be.
So this has now become an extention of my 'hole'...I'm not planning to write very much here...only because at this point in life I am supposed to be blogging and logging and journally for almost all my classes, for my placement, AND just because I like to and need to get my thoughts out and writing makes me actually do that when I don't talk....
Thanks to a great friend, I have taken up painting again, and thanks to a great God it has become one of the greatest sources of soul quieting healing. I give all the credit of anything you see here to my God and Father in heaven. It is He who enables and inspires.
Praise God.
Enjoy.
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