winding home
parched lands waiting for rain parched man sitting in church the silence at once both calming and deafening mind stiller yet not quite whole heart beats slower yet not fully relaxed for family life still beckons artistic life community life friend lover teacher healer learner all have been put aside for now as i just sit my mind a bag of beans jumping of their own accord but the rhythms of this place have slowed me assured me dealt with me beyond what i can know or feel a long bus trip a winding road and then home change and renewed with luck