Wind Blows Deeply

I recall I conversation I had as a teenager with my mother. At some point during the conversation I commented that “I didn’t want to do anything” [wrt: what do you want to do later in life?]. I was not intending to be facetious. Yet I’m not sure exactly what I meant. Probably something along the lines of I don’t want to do anything, I just want to be (to exist).
As I reflect on Lent, and my omission of fasting this year, I wonder if God wasn’t trying to show me that I need to slow down, to get stuff off my plate, to say no even if it seems like a fantastic opportunity. Maybe I need to back off on the doing and start working on the being.

Did you realize that popcorn makers are seasonal items? Apparently they are fairly difficult to come across in the city at the moment.

It’s amazing. Tom Yu is coming back to Saskatoon for a concert in April. His site has a section where you can listen (look under “Music”). To think I had a crush on Tom in high school…those were the days.

I’m sort of concerned at the interest I am now displaying in this online adventure. Essentially Facebook is the same as 6degrees was back in high school. Who is connected to who? I found folks from elementary and high school. Folks from one of my old churches. I’m even friends with Stéphane Dion. (Fred Penner hasn’t approved my friend request just yet.) Join if you dare.

Both dating and undating is tough. Generally speaking, even finding someone you may occasionally want to spend time with is tough (i.e. just a friend). I’ve asked this before … where have all the people gone? My own world, albeit small, has been searched. I’ve searched the worlds of others (anyone got a friend of a friend?). I’ve searched virtual worlds (somewhat more successful but lacking in longevity thus far).
Maybe this is what the ticking is all about. Children–perhaps yes. But the ticking is beyond just that. Some sort of deep rooted desire for another to share life with. I have done and accomplished many things while on my own. Now I want have those moments with someone else. Someone to experience my stories not someone whom I will simply share my stories with.
So I tell myself, patience child, perhaps God is not done with either you or him just yet. Yet persists still the yearning.