i've been in thinking mode lately.
the kind that doesn't stop or take a breath
and i wake up in the morning
already deep in thought
yesterday after church, i climbed a rock
a big rock
which we could maybe call a hill
(geologists, chime in...)
anyway i climbed this big rockhillmoleything
at the park next door
and i sat on the very top
and i thought
and i read this book
and i talked out loud to God
(you just have to do that sometimes)
and then i sat
and i saw some mountains
and people having a picnic
and an airplane that looked like shamu
and i decided
i should climb that rock more often.
and that's about the only decision i made
but it seems like a good one.
progress, isn't it?
anyone else climbed a rock lately?