sometimes, in the secret place of my soul, the ache of anxiety bores so deeply I can only beg God for true thoughts to fill the tunnel left behind. the only poultice I possess to get ahead of the devil’s drillbit is truth. whether I believe it or not.

tonight, this song sat on repeat.

I AM

I am more than you think
I am more than you know
I’m as black as the darkest night
And whiter than snow
You’re tripping through wires and words
And spires and tombstones
I have burned with desire
Felt the air become fire
Buried Myself with stones
Given lions my bones
And I love you whether or not you believe Me
I’m as swift as an arrow
But I’m slow when you stray
I’m as calm as the waters
That we walked on that day
And I love whether or not you believe Me
If you ask Me again My reply still will stand
I am who I am
And I love whether or not you believe Me

we took a Jeep for a spin today. up the side of a mountain.

although it involved a mild headache, the payoff redeemed the bruises. pictures to follow, soon.

or, An Experiment in Social Networking.

tomorrow, at the dawn of dawn, we leave for a week-long trek through the Sangre de Cristo mountains in south central Colorado. our ETD cannot arrive soon enough.

I love to document our travels with photography and plan to do so for this trip. this time, however, I aim to push myself into new journalistic territory. I hold a two-pronged objective:

1. update my blog with commentary and photography in real-time…
2. using only my phone.

on the right you see two updating widgets, one for my twitter account (”so…”) and the other for my flickr account (”what’s flickrng?”). amazingly, I can update both of these anytime, anywhere (almost), with my phone. it even allows me to add titles to the pictures, so you’ll know exactly where the picture occurred.

so, will you join me? it’s time for a road trip!

for those of you who know why this matters…

as Bono says, it’s easier to work with friends than fight your enemies. with that in mind, I want to offer a gush of praises for The Woman…instead of railing against The Man. he doesn’t deserve our time.

I praise God for gifted women who lead with courage…and it takes courage to live as a gifted woman.

I praise God for nurturing women who raise children in the fear of the Lord.

I praise God for righteous women who burn with anger over injustice.

I praise God for women who put up with The Man…

…and I don’t mean “men,” but The Man. The System. The Machine. too often, men mirror The Man, and for that, my beloved sisters, I beg your forgiveness.