Ease Down the Road.

Today I made the mistake of watching "Old Joy" as the rain came down hard upon Beantown outside. Old Joy, about the Cascades in Oregon. It's strange how intensely I sometimes revere certain people. What I mean by that is that seeing Will Oldham strip and even ride around in a station wagon and get out of a tent is jarring. And then I put on "Ease Down the Road" and I can't even fathom that he talks like any other dude in the supermarket. He's actually a handsome man- I used to think he was a bit of a gremlin. Now I'm daydreaming (literally, for hours) about roadtripping through the Southwest, and planning how to get up to those hot springs among ferns in Oregon. Don't I have better things to do? Well, the answer I'm afraid I'm starting to arrive at is "no." I hope I start seeing my long journey home. I really pray that I am heading down that road right now, even as my lap is piled high with textbooks. I pray for sisterhood and brotherhood, for a sense of how to shape the words as they come out of my mouth. For communion, focus, and attention, my Great God. I need that malignant old restlessness to resolve, as it always seems to do after keeping me up for a few nights and shaking me up inside. If I could just keep quiet and still this time around...