Just a Note

A friend, an old friend, asked me the other day if I was writing.  He and I have not spoken in years- our conversations, when we had them, were deep and long, and I miss him and I miss our talks and mostly I miss what he brought out in me; the way he challenged me to think, the questions to ask, and also: how he viewed me.  I love how he viewed me.  But he asked if I was writing and it was a few weeks after I started this blog.

Yes, I hesitated.

Are you sharing?

Not yet, I said, it’s really new, and weird. 

Because you see, this is strange for me.  These thoughts are not what people would think I’d write about given the time, given the space and breath to write.  My college friends, I don’t think, would necessarily know me in these sentences.  I have found a way back into my faith that feels more real.  And I think about it more than I think about anything else