It's true. We're tooling along towards the Omega Institute, about forty-five minutes away, and for the life of me, I just wanted to seize the steering wheel and turn that huge SUV back towards--where? Not Philadelphia. I love Philadelphia, but I need a break from it. It needs a break from me. Anywhere. I just panicked. I wanted to run somewhere far away. The prospect of living in a tent. Surrounded by people who don't grimace as they walk down the street. Too much. I kept saying, "I am actually doing this. I can't believe that I'm really doing this."
And then I arrived. I walked on the campus. I set up the tent. I listened to the bullfrogs sing their bass song as I got settled in. I tried to remember the last time I moved in somewhere and on the first day there tried to get settled in. I couldn't. The humble tent seems so wonderful. Small. Silent. Mine. And the frogs sing on.
Now, I'm sleepy and curious to whether or not I'll be able to sleep. Getting here has been such a journey for me. I've never relied so heavily and unabashedly on God in my life. To be honest, it's nice. Better than nice. I don't have the words. I just feel bathed in LOVE. It's glorious. Well, I'm going to find my tent now. I walked around to get my bearings. I'm kinda lost now. But that's okay. It's the point.
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