Author: Athena Grace
I’m writing at the desk in my bedroom this evening. As I sit in the solitude composed of way too many solid rectangles, I feel myself squirming like a chocolate smeared preschooler. Today I have a thirst for stimulation, adventure, newness. And this bare-bones bedroom satiates none of those. But you know what?!?! It really doesn’t matter where I am, does it? Yeah, let’s unabashedly plunge right into the fermenting, over-ripe cliché… Where ever I go… HERE I AM! It’s really just a simple matter of downshifting. And invoking the elite, unsurpassable company of my very best friend, God. Come on… if you’re drunk on God, what in the heck does it matter if you are in your monastic bedroom, Amsterdam’s Red Light District, at the base of a incessantly spilling, orgiastic waterfall, or sailing through space in the quaint basket of a hot air balloon? That’s right, it don’t make no nevermind.
But then again, I’m not quite drunk yet. I’m just riding a mild buzz. Though if a deputy angel pulled me over and made me take the line test, the winged peace officer would set me loose once again to dance along Life’s treacherous highway, citation free… though maybe with a winking warning.
If life was merely God splurging on an indulgent binge trip to the movies, then I believe I have been seeing some bitchin’ coming attractions rolling like dreamily grinning clouds through my current existence. Nice prose, Athena! Go Team All Pervasive!!! (Pardon me while I slap God a high five!) And now for what I meant by that, in plain English: I have been glimpsing some extended sneak peeks and succulent tastes of the kind of joy and peace that the scriptures condone. You know… the deep seated, unconditional kind. (Speaking of which, it just started raining. The view out my window is mostly clear… But apparently there’s a gaggle of clouds shedding copious droves of tears of joy right above my house. Even though I am inside my first world shelter, I still feel washed clean as the rain sings down. I see it out the window. It makes my vision look pixilated like a cheap TV set. And the air has become thirty six percent more sensual under the influence of falling water. Wow. If I wasn’t drunk before…) What was I saying? Oh yeah, peace and love…
