Chasing Ideals

Based on the meagre number of comments I shall assume that the adoring fans of my literary expertise have survived without a regular dose. In the last weeks I have been living something close to regular life and have not had the time or energy to pen these words. I have returned now to my home away from my home which is no longer home (quite a mouthful). In simpler terms I've spent the last glorious days again in Bojano surrounded in the life and energy that this environment always brings. In Warsaw I had the opportunity to tell of my journey- to tell of the reasons why, what I have learned, how I have grown, whom I have met- and I was overwhelmed by the intensity and depth of this chase after ideals(encapsulated entirely in a chase after and with my wondrous Savior). When I set out last June I had little if any concrete plan in mind and a year later I am saturated with experience of full adventerous growing changing adapting fulfilling relational spriritual marvelous life. When I even begin to tell another of the wonders of this year my heart and mind they are flooded with remembrances of all that has happened and for the rest of my life I will tell stories of these days and relationships gained shall forever occupy a space within my heart. I have learned to trust, follow after, communicate with, be enraptured by, rest upon and passionately love my Savior to so much greater extent because I sacrificed comfort and conformity for life's fullest in his care. I have learned to value moments of relationship as though weighted with gold for in this year I have uttered goodbye to so many whom I might have longed to forever remain in the company of. As you have read, of late my heart has longed for an end to ceaseless journeying. Has desired a place to once again call home and consistent friendships, community to build a foundation upon. The mere mention or ponderance of the future, of family, of marriage, of community, of home makes my heart leap for joy and I see that no longer will the nomadic life be the lifestyle of preparation for that. I don't know yet that my place is found though I know that it discovery is near at hand and if it be that it might be built in the company of such as in these last days I have spent my time then I will be an entirely blessed chap.

These last days were occupied in friendship first in Warsaw with a family there that cares deeply for me and whose care urges me all the time to know this language so that I might more deeply know those people. I returned here to Bojano with them and had two marvelous days in the company of Kasia whom few may remember as the missionary to Guatemala that I met here in Poland last July and who introduced me to Nancy and Wiesieck here in Bojano. She was here in Poland only a short time and it was wonderful to have hours to chat with the friend who meant so much unknowlingly in all that has taken place for me in this country. With the kids of course there have been many games, much laughing, opportunities to feel the freedom and joy of childlike wonder, chances to read to them books of my childhood in crazy silly goobledegook accents, and in the morning lay with them and know that God's treasures are at my side. Two days ago I finally met the eldest son Jonathon who has had a year of his own travel that included meeting my fam a few months ago. We haven't had much time together as of yet but I am looking forward to the opportunity. Ironically now at a time when my heart yearns for a place to call home, for perhaps a house wrought of my own hand and labor; I work together with Wiesieck to build another structure for housing guests on the property. We build a wood house using old methods and this irony is an experience which this idealist is excited by as it inspires the work I wish to do in the future for my own stead. Speaking of such I had the opportunity a week ago to survey the for-sale land of Kasia's father and what an awe inspiring spot. Within short distance of one of Poland's largest cities this spot occupied a peace and tranquility that was unbelievable. Its soil teemed with life and the river and springs of water were heading inspirations to this fellow of all that I could do with such a plot. I don't know yet that such a treasure would be feasable for me to consider purchasing but whatever about that the environment and the life of it had me tickled with wonder.

I realize that this post may be slightly out of the ordinary as it touched life in a very general sense. I feel as though focusing of too many specifics would only bore. Take a gander at the three new albums I added to Lovable Quirks. In the "Summer Days in Bojano" album right after the picture of the duckling are pictures of the land that I saw and was awed by and just after that is a picture together with Kasia and her family. Some of you will recognize that family from last years pictures. I hope to update more often again now that I have gotten used to the wonderful frequency of relationship time here and recovered from lingering sickness (a cough and cold that played upon my weariness from constantly traveling).