Journeys of a Wandering Wordsmith
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The Shadows Beneath this Epidermis
I’ve probably looked pretty average most of my life. I imagine most people wouldn’t bat an eye if they saw yet another skinny-fat white boy’s shirtless frame hiking in the wild. But body dysmorphia is real. Body image is a beast.
Let's Get Distracted and Lonely in Las Vegas
Is it a magical experience or humanity’s death knell? Will more and more glowing screens in our pockets and watches and eyewear and vehicles and living rooms and workplaces and city streets and hotels and casinos and concert venues be our ultimate doom? Will we start over one day, looking back with incredulity that we ever inundated our lives with this much distraction? These countless screens and polarizing social media that does more to disconnect us from one another and tear us away from this present moment?
Journey of No Distractions: An Intro to BiGTRiP V
This year for BiGTRiP V, I flew to Las Vegas to rent a car and drive all over Utah and eastern Nevada to visit six national parks — a new personal record for park visits in such a span of time. I booked this trip several months ago without giving much thought to some logistics – namely, that mid-August temperatures in this region would top out at 105 Fahrenheit. Oops. No matter, I reassured myself; I'd just treat this year's BiGTRiP as a literal wilderness journey. This year, more than any other, I would escape to the undistracted wilderness and return to civilization a different man.
Four Seasons of America; Four Seasons of My Soul
Now months removed from this trip, I look back and notice something of a correlation with both the climate of these diverse corners of America and also the climate of my soul as I encountered each one...
Our New Alivelihood
In one sense, how convenient for a pandemic to occur in the year 2020-21 and not 1920-21: for many of us to work remotely and stay "connected," at least in some sense of the word. But I've felt the strain of not experiencing a dimension beyond screens on screens on screens. Experiencing the dimensions of humanity and creation interwoven again. Last week, I saw humans with hats and cameras and boots and smiles walking all around me from the blues of Lake Tahoe to the beige of Death Valley. Humans: exploring, basking. Like we were ever ago made to do, like we evermore shall do.
5 Years With a Blue Ridge Home
Come whimsy or mayhem, for five years running the road keeps leading me back here to the Blue Ridge. However many nights I've actually slept in a bedroom here, it is indeed starting to feel something like home. I stared at the hills the other day and prayed, "God, please don't let it ever grow old."
I Am Not in Control
I have control issues. I have known this about myself for a little while now. Counseling has helped me see it more clearly, though I feel I've known this for many years prior. I don't like being at the mercy of my circumstances. Especially the mercy of another human.
The Whispers I Followed Home
After 147 days, I followed the whispers back to Asheville, and I'm thrilled not to be wandering any longer. I found an apartment in town, and a phenomenal one at that. I hesitate with clichés -- especially Christian clichés -- but y'all: this was a God-thing. I'm living in a phenomenal apartment in a phenomenal neighborhood with a phenomenal landlord, and I follow a phenomenal God of provision.
Plot Twisting
My life has featured a lot of plot twists I never saw coming. Especially these last two years. It's been brutal. It's also been necessary for the furthering of my story, I now realize. A story that wasn't going anywhere. Stuck in a sleepy, apathetic comfort.
The Part Where I Get to Have Faith
These last couple years, I've fielded more doubts than ever before, not due to any personal tragedy or spiritual apathy, but largely due to public figures and friends alike walking away from Jesus. This same Jesus I follow.
99% of Toms
I wish to be different than 99% of humanity, yes, but lately I've pondered a new concept: what about being different than 99% of Toms? If 99 versions of me would choose to do one thing, do I simply follow along, or do I dare counter with the 1%?
Like a Butterfly in an Aquarium
It sounds lovely to be the butterfly, to have the spotted wings and ventures. But oh the process. The waiting and waiting, the changes upon changes one must first endure. There is no zapping to the butterfly stage. I imagine most of us want to be the butterfly but rarely the change required. And not just a singular change but multiple drastic, awkward, even painful changes.
Stranger in a Familiar Land
The road has led me back to the Blue Ridge. Back in these hills rolling like moonlit shadows, just like I remember, just like always. I've been gone from this place for 82 days. Traveling as far away as Colorado and Maine and losing a grandfather along the way. And the way is still unfolding before me.
Itch
I'm itching for home. God, I'm itching for regularity again. I'm itching for therapy and CrossFit and training for a marathon and the same coffee shops and writing my third book and building local friendships and taking Your Other Brothers to bold, new frontiers. I'm itching for this road trip to end.
Leave Me Alone
I'm grieving more than just the loss of my grandfather — a hero, a giant, an embodiment of God's love. I'm grieving all relational brokenness. I'm grieving human death for the first time, yes, but I'm also grieving everything else that separates humanity. Divorce, war, disagreement, misunderstanding, vitriol. Friends who aren't friends anymore.
A World Without Ahh
"I hope you have a lot of friends one day, Tom." My grandfather spoke these words to me when I was 15. We were in the car as I joined him on his usual run of errands: the bank, pharmacy, post office. It's strange referring to him as "my grandfather" — he was always just "Ahh" to me. Even stranger now to think of him in the past tense. My grandfather, Ahh, died this week.
God See Me
I want more, I want all of it, and yet I also want to rest in the futility of this earthly conquest. I want to wander where I will and when I can, but also to find contentment in the conquest of a single place. I've a feeling where that single place will soon emerge, at least for the foreseeable future. But for now. I will wander. I will be purposeful.
I Will Stay in This Rubble
I don't know. I'm in a season of not knowing. Which means I'm doing a lot of listening these days. But I hear the whispers. I've been unintentionally heeding them these last 8 months as I've turned over stone after stone. I will rummage through this rubble until there are no more boulders or pebbles left to turn.
