Moving To Raleigh – Two Years Or Bust

Hullo all, it’s been awhile, hasn’t it? I thought I’d give you the update…

Its been nearly a month since the blessid event, but I feel maninly compelled to journal about a truly amazing weekend at a farm in Roanoke, Alabama. It was a spiritual retreat with a group of 15 close friends from Berry days, a couple of sisters from my church and a fella named Gene Edwards (and his wife, Helen). I wasn’t expecting anything out of the weekend one way or another, honestly, but I have to say that what grew from our time together was so sweet and so significant in many ways. (I am a sentimental guy, as many who know me can attest, but its not always that my sense of sentiment is stirred in such a manner. In fact, looking back over my life, there are only a few such epochal times: Camp of the Arts in 1995 where I met the folks at Harvester like Seth and Bethany Irby, and cemented my love for Theatre, the bittersweet Summer of ’97 when…well, all sorts of stuff happened, and I ended up meeting Jasmin in Miami; certain late late nights in college…you get the idea, Watershed moments, frozen in time in their significance. I usually detect the significance of such events about one week after they’re over, and this time in Roanoke was no exception)

So…the weekend. It was very potent. Let’s see if my Journalism education in brevity paid off