When someone tries to steal your #peace,
go to a place full of that which restores it. Stay there. Close your eyes and breath it in. When I need to rediscover peace, I seek out #nature.
I enjoy sleeping in the open air. Counting the stars. Spreading my toes through the grass. And putting my #faith
On November 17th, 2015 I screamed for peace. I left my home and spent the next several weeks sleeping in my car in #Philly.
I remember going to work the morning after the first night. #Exhausted.
Still on edge. I took a shower at work and placed my towel and wash cloth on my desk near my computer. With no prior knowledge of my situation, Ted K. began to tell a story about the time he spent a month sleeping in his car after leaving his wife. I silently listened and realized I was only facing what other men have met.
left my mind in those weeks I spent outside, before I moved into a small home in #Manayunk.
And in those weeks, I found a peace different than any other. A #silence
unmatched by even the darkest corner of my #mind.
I found my way out of the congestion constantly whirling through my head. It led me back to my #childhood.
Back to the #abuse.
Back to the #neglect.
And each moment I dreamt of running away. I began to wonder how differently my life would be if in those #adolescent
moments, I ran into the woods, and reconnected with God at the root.
I then realized the reconnection through #contemplation
in silence. God showed me each moment which destroyed my mind and washed them away through the fire of #baptism.
God was making me whole again in the silence. And showing me the #revelations
the noise constantly kept from my #heart.
I've sat in my car now for close to 24 hours. #Meditating. #Contemplating.
And looking through the hour glass of my life. As each fine speck of dirt travels slowly down her thigh.