Be still and know

Apparently C.S. Lewis only had a few books. He must have used a very good library or something. Having things in life sort of ties one down to a place. I remember wanting to have a “base” in some cave in Scotland. A resource base. But to have very little on me so as to be free to travel and do things.




I hate going to bed and waking up in a messy room. I have been doing so for the past while. “Not enough time”. Really I just do not value dorm. I am never there, and have to desire to be. Life is found outside the dorm. I am still trying to understand why this is. Do I really want a home? I think I am restless right now.

Restless for what?

“our hearts are restless till they find thee” says Mr. Augustine.

To stay at home, or to be still, is to become aware of either God or the lack thereof. I think I sense the later, and thus my day is filled with pleasant distractions from the reality of God, or his absence in my life.