Thinking about this new year staring at pencils.
Really nice multiple hardness set, with a metal case.
Wondering how it was that in the past I created artwork with tools such as these.
Longing for the patience to do so again.

Rather, longing for that feeling of the inexhaustibleness of my supply of time, which seems to have been squandered in great abundance over the past few years.
Learning this week that (perhaps refreshing my memory) pencils can be used to produce hydrogen.
Might take a while to power my Niva though.

It would seem that the events of the past few years have begun to surface in my daily life.
affecting decision making and path taking each waking step.
Family, friends, twisted and loose ends.

There should be more snow on the ground here in Saskatchewan, but the layers of flakes have not materialized and the brown wastes of last year's pasture show through.
I long for a covering for my past, yet the ideologies I have been using continue to erode.

Time to deal with the junk collection.
Cannot it would seem hide it anymore.
So true on so many levels.

Christ came, and promised the renewing of our minds. Renewal when we seek Him with our whole hearts.

It seems to me an issue that I am trying to seek with a heart that is to my investigation, not whole.

"love the Lord your God, with all your heart and soul and mind and strength, and love your neighbor as yourself." The summary of the law and prophets.

You should meet my neighbor.