music · musings

by way of elton john

no more of this aggravation. i’ve had it with my discipline. i am not in orlando. i am not in tallahassee, or coral gables, or even gainesville. i am not an orthopedic surgeon. i am not a doctor. i am not a small business owner. i am not a clinical psychologist. i am not in california. i am not a theologian. i am not a missionary, in the most traditional sense of the word. i am not married. i have not arrived.

gonna set this dance alight. i am in meridian park playing rugby with five other housemates on a friday after work. i am enjoying beer — and pizza — and whiskey —  as a well-deserved treat to a week of hard work. i am determined to live in three places for a minimum of five years. i am looking at my natural hair for the first time in fifteen years. i am in dc. i am single. i am along for the ride.

it’s getting late, have you seen my mates? we are a diverse community of faith pursuing simple living. we are eating together, laughing together, praying together. we are watching three movies in a day with playstation games in between. we enter holy ground by way of the seemingly unholy. we are committed to eleven more months of whatever comes our way. saturday night’s alright.


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