“Lonliness is such a sanctuary. Empty are the musing, wasted are the tears. You said you were only waiting.”

-Jars of Clay, Famous Last Words

It snowed on the peaks yesterday. Do you know how frickin’ excited that makes me?

“[Artistic expression has] given me language to describe an intuitive reality I haven’t had words for.”

-Tim Keel, Emergent Podcast

I never broke anything on my skateboard before. I feel so hardcore.

This fall will mark the two year anniversary of Seek. I’ve watched other blogs disappear, restart up and be taken off the internet again and have remained pretty constant in my desire that I want some sort of creative outlet on the internet. Despite that, expressing my thoughts through words has been forced and difficult at times. There have been lapses in the productivity of this blog because of that.

So I’m going to try out a new direction and expand my creative genres. I’m hoping to post a daily photo or a daily quote either from my readings, or more likely, lyrics of something that I’ve been jiving with. Getting on here daily could be complicated, but I’m hoping to be somewhat consistant with it. Expressing myself through more abstract methods is a lot simpler for me, as well as taping into my creative juices and forcing me to be creative where I may have just been lazy.

I’m not limiting it to just these methods. You may still see a random post or rant. But I don’t want to force myself to communicate in only that method anymore. I’m looking forward to this change, although you all might not even notice too much of a difference. I was always better at expressing myself through photography and art anyway. I intend to be more purposefull about expressing myself through these artistic genres in place of written word.

“The distance doesn’t take too long for you to cover it. And when you reach me you just blow these things apart. You clear the crowd that’s gathered around the crisis of my soul, and whisper to my suffocating heart…”

-And, Waterdeep

excerpt from reallivepreacher.com

Don’t be so quick to dismiss myth as unworthy of your devotion. There is the popular way of using the word myth to describe things that are thought to be true but are not. That’s really not what myth means. Read Joseph Campbell. Myths are the dreams of humanity. They survive by a kind of natural selection process. Myths address the issues that matter most to us and communicate their ideas across ages and cultures.
In truth, everything humans say is myth. You don’t even know the truth of your own life. Your memories are fading quickly. What happened yesterday is already nothing more than your incomplete interpretation of events. We live mired in three dimensions, and everything we say is warped from the moment it leaves our lips. Who knows what reality is?
Think of myth as the longing that we all share. Who cares if the creation story from Genesis is scientifically true. Do you think science can describe reality any better? Or do you think that the shattering reality of Truth/God might be so far beyond us that everything we have said and will say can only be considered children’s stories?
That’s what I think.