I have a friend who is a photographer. He like most artist I suppose, goes through different creative phases. For a while he only took photos of bikes.....the last time I saw him he was in his "chair" phase. My last entry I was sitting in my big green chair at my house. Now, I am sitting in an ikea chair. It was once a mercy seat located in a holy place where prs were lifted up for those on the front line. We called it the hay room. Now this sacred chair sits in my office. I like it to think that I sit where others have gone to the throne from.

I have come to the end of another summer. In it, I have seen glorious works of a greater's hand. Things I can only describe in simple 3 D terms....in which they involved a 4th diminsion that we humans cannot totally express. The workings of a spiritual nature.

I am now in a season of change. My roomate of 3 years and friend for 8 has moved. I came home from being on a grand adventure to find her room bare. I knew she would not be there when I returned but I was sad none the less. This change will now force me to move. I am excited to move. New people, new walls, new placement of my belongings.