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About Rebasrich

Here I attempt to share the conversations that I have with myself.

Place

The faux leather recliner in which I sit.
Butterfly blanket on my lap.
Patch of bright light. On my mattress. On the floor.
Sun shining through the open window in which sits the box fan.
White noise and air circulation.
Sip on the last of the coffee from the press.
Place it on the dusty tv stand. Tv reflects the bunk beds.
Box spring leaning against the wall.
Bike leaning against the box spring.
Beach chair leaning against the bike.
Backpack on the floor. Camelbak on the floor. Mattress on the floor.
Laptop. Clean clothes piled on top.
Paige asleep on the top bunk. Bundled in blankets. Big silver bag. New straw hat perched on the corner.
Closet doors joined in the middle. Open. My clothes on the right. Her clothes on the left. Her borrowed mountain bike leaning against the closet doors.
This is our room.
This is my place.

too deep for words

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The spirit himself intercedes for us with groanings too deep for words. Romans 8:26

the place where I find myself
unsure of thoughts
conflicted in emotion
skeptical of desire
weary from confusion
hope for discovery
of answers
of truth
of freedom
from lies. lies. lies.
yours
mine
theirs
longing.
resting in a place. too deep for words. where I groan.

Cutting back.

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I’m strapped. Financially. I am feeling especially challenged to make cuts in my expenses which are going to be changing over the next few months anyways.
But I feel that regardless of how much money I am making, there are ways that I can streamline what I spend.

1. Over time, saving on produce by growing as much as I can in my own garden.

2. Stop driving everywhere, get a bike… And use it.

As I was thinking about the bike thing last night, I started to realize that substantial changes like that not only take time to truly sink in, but it is easy to revert back to a system that is more thoroughly ingrained in out psyche, and it is a fight, which I am not sure I could keep fighting (bad weather, etc…).

I’d love to try.

On watching Food, Inc.

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Watching this documentary stirred. me. up. Yes. I cried. Big fat tears. Strangely enough, it was the chickens that brought it out.

The Food industry, folks, it’s a raging bastard behemoth.

This is what we do to ourselves; I know I do it to myself: we get caught up in these systems, situations, crazy circumstances, and we stare at our reflection in the mirror and ask, “How did I let this happen?! I am so much smarter than this! How did I not see this coming?!?”

Granted, we are not omniscient. We can plan something out thinking that we are making these grand improvements… and still our best efforts can be a waste of time at best. We just can’t predict every contingency. I say all this as a way of excusing an inexcusable state of existence, the American Food Industry.

If you are unaware of how the majority of our beef, pork, poultry, corn, and by extension all processed foods and fast foods are raised, cultivated and prepared… you are missing out on some powerful knowledge.

Honestly, I don’t even know what else to say.

If you’ve ever wondered:

Why free-range eggs?
Why grass-fed beef?
Why not genetically motified seed?
Why not High-fructose corn syrup?
All those “organic” farmers are just looking to take advantage of the rich white suckers.

Watch this movie, learn, and change what you eat.

Dreams?

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I think the cause for the angst I’ve felt the past few weeks stems from my continual entrapment in a web of unrealized dreams.
I have, in my life, managed to strive towards all sorts of dreams which have either failed miserably or turned out to be something other than I had imagined. In all realms of life: personal, education, work, faith.
I am thirsty. I want to never be thirsty.
I want to not be so focused on all the things I do not have and am lacking, rather I want to focus on what I do have. What do I have? Besides this unquenchable thirst.