I think exile is all around us--we just have to open our eyes to it. There are places where we are accepted, too. And there are places within exile where we feel included and places where we are dominant but feel outcast. People tend to meet God in those spaces of exile. Sometimes when we get caught up in being dominant, power distracts us. Oh well.
Most of the time, I feel more comfortable when I'm in an exiled situation. I like a challenge, and if I feel too conformed to the establishment set before (in my context and background), I feel like I'm not doing anything of importance. I feel lazy.
But here, in exile (which is where I feel I mostly am right now), I'm tired and ill and having to work too hard, and all I want to do is complain about it. But as I complain, I smile a little bit, and when I sleep I sleep well. And it's not as easy for me to get fat. Love that.
Happy b-day to the "arch."
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Is there ever a time in this life when we're not in exile, though? Do we ever arrive at a place where we can rest knowing we're right where we're supposed to be?
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