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thanksgiving. this is probably my favorite of the major holidays (aside from the fact that it truly kicks off the christmas season which is another topic altogether). this year was another confirmation of why i love it so much. it was my first thanksgiving without any family, in the blood sense, and so it was rather strange. yet satisfying. emotionally conflicting. yet emotionally fulfilling. strange nonetheless. i hosted a meal in my home. we had much food… much good food. eight people total. not to downplay the others who made it, but marcus lund came on a bus from winnepeg to fargo to be with us. that made my holiday even greater. i am thankful for many things. and, as mark van s would say i am also angst-ful for many things. i do not think lists are necessary. you can ask me if you care.

i just love community. i love being with people and sharing my life with them and joining in their lives. i want to live communally. i want to learn to live a life that is consumed by love for other people. i. i. i. there are gatherings in the future of like minded people who will revolt against what is unjust and they will be radically driven by love. go and be not come and see. a gathering of the called out ones.

what do you want? from me? for you?

life never stands still for me. i do not know why i stand still for life. i want to keep moving and growing and going.

now i’m
looking for a reason
roaming through the night
to find
my place in this world
my place in this world

sometimes i fall for a voice. and she who holds the voice is irrelevant. i may never see her or know her. in the end i will move on and fall for someone with flesh and blood and someone with a personality, a persona. and the voice she holds is less than important.