On Holy Ground

When Moses climbed the mountain to look for a lamb he lost, that is all that he expected to find.  Certainly not a burning bush.  And certainly not a booming voice telling him to remove his sandals, that he was on holy ground.

Where do you find your holy ground?  Do you have a place that is, for you, holy?  Where?  Why is it holy to you?  How often do you go there?

Camp Christian is my holy ground.  Camp Christian is my Mecca.  I take a pilgrimage there every year.  Because I find peace.  I find fulfillment.  I leave Camp every summer feeling like I have the energy to take on another year.  I find the people and the experiences and the memories which sustain me... which sustain any hope I have of ministering to others.  My cup is filled to the brim that I may begin to drink again.

 

On Holy Ground, I can paint my face for a game of capture the flag.

On Holy Ground, I dye my hair blue for losing a bet.

On Holy Ground, I conspire with lifeguards and snipe hunt with campers.

On Holy Ground, I found fraternities.

On Holy Ground, I have flour and water bottles as my weapons.

On Holy Ground, I communicate more on a night of silence than in most of the week prior.

On Holy Ground, I serenade in both public and private.

On Holy Ground, I am moved by how people share of both their talents and the most secret stories.

On Holy Ground, I become the poet.

On Holy Ground, I am the cause of both laughter and tears.

On Holy Ground, there lives God.

There are too many names to name...  I was moved by over 200 of you.
Thank you to all of you!
And most especially to you, Thank You for our dance.

All power be to the Creator, and to the Son, and to the Holy Spirit.
Amen

I don't think she really knows what she wants.  Either that or I give her far far to little credit.  She wants to be friends... she wants the intimacy... she wants to be strong... but she wants people to help her along with that.  I feel like she wants an impossibility.  I'm sure of it, in fact, in regards to the immedieatly being friends bullshit.

A couple of mistakes on my part.
YES - I did deny any desire for a quarentine period before reentering a friendship.
NO - I haven't brought the subject up once I realized that I DID want said period.
YES - I should have told her and not just remained distant.

But I feel like tonight I walked into an ambush.  I went over knowing that she wanted to talk, but not at all realizing that she had her entire speech planned out and that I was to be subjected to its apperently unerring words.  I freely admit my mistakes, but everyone who I've talked to about it is right... there HAS to be that period of absence before resuming friendship.  And you can't just jump right back into the deep end and be best friends after dating... certainly not after such a long and close relationship.

The ball is in your court, kid.  We will see each other again, we are too mutually involved to avoid that.  Hopefully when that day comes we will start a new friendship.
The old one is forever gone, and that's a shame.
It would equally be a shame to not plant a new one.

The termoil of transition is maddening.  I loathe it.  The end of an era leaves naught but longing for familiarity coupled with the complete denial of such longing.  It's not that one wants to turn back the clock, nor wants things to be again as they were.  If such were the case than the transition would never have been neccessary in the first place.  Rather, it is the lack of familiarty which is so infuriating.
 
To be frank... I don't know how to act and I don't like it.  I feel like I should act one one, or should act another, or should act at third all at the same time... I begin to loose all manner of differenciation between how I want to act, should act, can act and do act.  My action feels like it is the plurality of a thousand pieces of unspoken advice or subtle proddings, none of them my own.
 
I don't want to be harsh or mean or even distant... but I've forgotten how to be close without being too close.  I've forgotten where the barrier was... or what the barrier felt like.  It's been a year since I wanted the barrier there, and now that I want it again I can't find it.
I don't want to shut the door completely, but I'm not sure that I can leave it open without jumping right back through it... and that, too, is something that I must not do.

With the advent of flight and the increasing technology there involved, airplanes became faster and faster. After some years, many scientists and engineers began to imagine that the plane might be designed that could break the sound barrier; which is to say that an airplane might go faster than the speed of sound.
However, try as they might, no one managed to design or pilot a vehicle that survived an encounter with the speed of sound, and far too many planes were destroyed for no apparent reason as they approached the sound barrier.

The answer to the riddle came in the understanding of the nature of sound. Sound travels in perfectly spherecal waves from the origin of the sound. One at a time, these waves are harmless, however all together they create an impressive wall... one which could crash an airplane. A plane that approaches the speed of sound not only has to pass the waves that it has already created, but is continually creating new waves which it must then pass through, and the waves build up quickly.

The answer, then, is not to slowly pass through the barrier... trying to gently break it down, but to punch through swiftly before the waves have a chance to accumulate.
It must be a sudden change in speed, or the craft is destroyed.