Well, whod'a thunk it?  I'm BACK!!! IF my name was Johnny Carson or a pscytsophrenic named Jack Nicholson i'd say, "Here's Johnny!"  But i'm not and I'm not that cheesy.  Or, i guess I am. 

It is crazy that when it gets busy we tend to gloss over all things contemplative.  I don't really know why this is.  I am an avid journal writer.  Plus i do xanga to boot.  When my mind gets jumbled and all the thoughts scooting through there get hard to manage, i write.  And, just like the Pensieve in Harry potter my mind is calmed and I am able to think clearer and more objectively.  So, why is it that when I get "Too busy," i forget my own therapy?  Ah, well, the point is I have taken it up again.

I was thinking.  For some weird reason, I have always desired the monasatic life.  Not in the brown tunic, chanting, and loving bugs type thing, but in the serious way.  You know, you spend your time reading, writing, thinking, praying (talking and contemplative prayer) working with your hands, doing acts of Christian service; this is your life. 

But alas, this culture will not allow it.  We must work to pay off our debt.  So we do.  But is there a way to live a type of new monastisism.  This being that you do all those things every day, you read, you write you think, pray, and spend time in contemplative prayer, and Christian service.  When you work, ie. Jamba Juice, this is your work for the day.  I guess this is what I signed up for when I became a follower of Christ, it is just that i need to truly dedicate myself to all these things.