taking up arms.

What do we believe. About ourselves. Our lives. Our abilities.
Is there worth.
Ambition.
Love.

What I’ve been learning lately has lots more to do with my insides, and a lot less to do with this world I see around me. inner transformation some might say.
And here I am again, sitting beside my familiar old friend. unearthing. Transforming. Realizing.
My self.

Community is the song we sing in chorus around here. And living it is the battle we fight.
Openness, vulnerability, neediness.
Community.
Away from isolation. And into the light.
And here I am again, sitting beside my familiar old f riend. Unearthing. Transforming.
Realizing.
My self.

I heard we fight with weapons unlike the world’s.
I’ve heard that flowers grow in gun barrels.
And even cracks in concrete cannot contain the nature’s power: beauty.
And when we choose to dress ourselves in battle gear that declares our weakness, we are ready. So I’ve heard.
When we beat our swords into plow shares.
And pick up humility.
Understanding. vulnerability. Brokenness.
These, our sharpest defense.
weapons beyond this world.
A profound picture painted in my mind.