Friday, January 01, 2010





Today, we stopped to take a break from the everlasting twists and turns of the 360 coming home from Hanna to find an old "abandoned" church, although I knew somebody had been there recently. Making sure the windows, the statue of Jesus were clean, and flowers kept.
It reminded me when I was younger and my absolute yearning for a good story, to explore, to dig deeper.
I miss that. Do we just get used to living on the surface?
I forget what's really important.