I recognize different ecosystems of my soul:

 

Austin was the lake country – waters where people play and pretend not to notice the dangers in the deep

 

Waco was the plains – the vast land gave space to heal and more breath than I could hold

 

Fredericksburg is the hill country – the ups and downs require me to add muscle to these dry bones

 

Where’s next?

 

The deserts are harsh, but hide peculiar beauty

 

The mountains are lovely, but dangerous

 

The forests never run out of rain, but are filled with strange creatures

 

Each place I go leaves its mark on my soul

 

like a particle, like a wave

 

like light, illuminating my path

 

locating my spiritual geography