Back to the Burbling Brooks

Me, sitting in a garden on the Mount of Olives, watching the sunset over Jerusalem, on June 30 of this year.

I am going to adjust the direction of this blog back to some of its original channels; namely, my musings on spiritual themes. I used to write along those lines, and then somehow I got away from that. It's not that I wandered off from faith, as faith is what has nourished and sustained me. I love God as I perceive Him to be real and present in my life, and I can't ever get away from His invitation and calling upon me. But I think that some of the burdens I was carrying got heavy enough that I didn't feel I could express that inner life for a while. It felt like it got stopped up because of life feeling rather threatening and overwhelming.

Underneath the surface of the water in which I've been paddling, the thoughts have continued to run along, bubble up, and wash back and forth. Putting those thoughts into words and sentences and paragraphs has always clarified and fine-tuned them for me. It's time to open the sluice-gate again and let them flow, maybe in just a dribble at times, but hopefully in some happy burbling brook at other times.

This is by way of saying that if you are put off by spiritual things, you might want to drop in occasionally to see if there's a pretty picture and then mosey along. I won't be your cup of tea for awhile.

But this is one cup of tea I'm looking forward to sipping. And maybe some of you might want to drop by and bring the scones and jam in your comments, and make it a pleasant and chummy social event.

Yes, I realize I'm hopping from one metaphor to another. It's my posting, and I get to do that.