his mercies are new every morning

and that is a miraculous thing.

i have so much to be thankful for. i'm on this crazy, wild ride called my life and god is the one steering. he knows exactly what i need and when i need it.

there are just certain things that i don't think will ever be the same. i can't sleep in anymore. mornings are just too beautiful to miss out on. i'm not interested in shopping and loading up on new things to make myself feel new. i have mountains and rivers and lakes to do that for me, mainly because they point to their Creator, and he makes all things beautiful and new in their time. but, i still lack in so many areas. but, there is one who fills all empty places when they're ready.

"where my feet will never trod"

collapsed blue of sky
water to my wandering eye
a reflection, out of grasp
and i, on the outside, lack
doomed to see, but never touch
and doomed to see much too much
trees of autumn, filled with red
are words to me, never said

leaves of red

"get up, get out, make this be for something - or else it's all just nothing" (the rocket summer)

long time no blog, eh? however, being laptopless is probably the best thing that has ever happened to me. to think, i probably would have been spending my time with my face in front of a screen as opposed to biking down to the village, or driving up to Lake Placid. And living in a tent has completely changed my sleeping patterns. I go to bed earlier and get up earlier. And the great part about that has been the morning jogs on the great trails Crandall Park has through the woods. And I've got time... time to brush up on my french, time to play the guitar, time to read and time to talk with God. And for once in my life, I'm at peace with the pace of time. I used to stress over how fast it was going, or how slow it was passing. But now, now I'm not worried about anything.

life is strange, it's so short, but sometimes it seems like it endlessly stretches out in front of us...

and every single need is being taken care of. amazing, isn't it?


the leaves are beginning to change here. the nights and mornings are crisp and chilly. fall is approaching, and it's got to be the best time of the year. the trees come alive for one last hurrah before the winter sets in. the temperature is ideal, starting to cool down. i just regret that i'm going to miss the winter with the blankets and blankets of snow...

listen to the rain

it's been a sunny day, at least up in the north country, up in the high peaks.

i hit the road a bit today, explored the northern countryside where the towns are named after their lakes, the altitude is high, your cell phone doesn't have service most of the time and it's all framed by the beautiful ruggedness of the Adirondack mountainous wilderness.






it's breathtaking.

and now it's raining, back in the lake george region where the tourists gather and spend their money, shopping at the outlet malls, seemingly unaware of the realness of the mountains and the wilderness that lie just a little ways up the northway. i guess it's easier to find contentment in the material, the plastic. it makes us feel big and in control, unlike the high peaks. they make us feel small, dwarfed by their beauty.

and personally, i like it better that way

my tent doesn't leak

and since it's my home for the next few weeks, i am very thankful for that.
i'm also thankful for mountains and lakes and beautiful cities.

we drove all seventeen hours here last week without stopping for the night. it was incredible.

i've been working as an activities director at the campground basically since the day we got here. it can be a bit boring, as there isn't a lot of kids around that are interested in our paltry activities when a six-flags theme park and other various tourist stops are just down the road. but, it's money and money is unfortunately essential, especially if i want to travel again here in a few weeks.

i was thinking about changing my facebook network, but i wasn't sure what i'd change it to. it's weird that i don't live in indiana anymore. but, i don't mind the weirdness, i actually like it.

and i can forgive the lack of sunsets, only because the mountains are blocking them. i've had plenty of sunsets, but not enough of mountains.

went on a bike on a very nicely maintained bike path in the woods. this was the view:



it's hard to beat

i wanna get kicked out of somewhere

you know, like the library here, or walmart. 'cause it wouldn't matter, i'm leaving in the morning!

of course, it all still feels like a dream. i honestly can't believe that this is really happening. it is impossible to describe the feeling of having (nearly) all of my belongings neatly packed in the back of my station wagon. in all actuality, i am currently homeless. and i think i'm supposed to feel freed, but the reality of it all hasn't actually sunk in yet.

tomorrow... the open road. windows down, music playing (or not playing, because sometimes silence is more meaningful than any music), driving my car further than it's ever been. i'm going back to the place i was born, even though i didn't live there for long, i still feel a connection (along with hating my parents for moving. well not, really, but still!). and i'll only be there for about six weeks before we move again, this time to north carolina to live with a family that's practically my own, but still isn't. it's going to be strange, but these are the kind of memories i want to have. i want good stories to tell my grandkids about my life. i don't want to tell them that i sat in indiana on my computer when i was young. i want to tell them how i saw things, felt things, experienced things.

the conventional, it's just not me. it leaves me burned out and depressed. but this, this wild crazy not settling down, everything up in the air manic life, that's me. and i love every moment of it.