chess

It's hard to drive through a section of this earth like East Hastings and leave unaffected.

It's hard to see pain and be able to turn away and not do anything.

It's hard to justify a life of relative luxury and ease, when so many have so little.

It's hard to want to be used to make a difference and be content with feeling like you aren't.

It's hard to want to share your life with someone, but knowing what kind of life you want to lead, to invite someone who knows nothing of living for Someone Else into it.

It's hard to finally grasp that independence is a myth, a lie - that, in truth, we are all so very dependent on one another.

Rumi's words stick with me here - I want to move like a chess piece, my whole life centred around the position of my King. And there are places, physical, emotional, spiritual and mental, where His presence is not easily seen or felt . . . and I feel like making His presence known.

I realize how cryptic this all may sound, but trust me when I say I don't mean to come off like TC in that regrettable youtube video of his Scientology beliefs. I don't think I have all the answers, and I don't think the path I'm currently on is necessarily the best way. It's the best that I know of, and I want to share that bit with others - be a source of good and light in a all too often dark world.

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Vancouver is a beautiful city, and I think I could move there and be happy . . . in fact, all of BC echoes beauty and majesty - I've said it before, and I'll say it again, it has everything I love about Ontario, plus the ocean, plus mountains. I feel a pretty strong pull back there . . .