Just Vibing & Thriving

 I think I may officially be old.

I can already feel my mother do that teenager thing of rolling her eyes at me, so let me qualify my previous statement: like many I do not feel old, but I am definitely not a part of the generation that is coming of age right now.

One of the most recent new employees that I trained in at work, a young woman who has all of eighteen years of life lived, was born around the same time that I was starting high school.

I'm old enough that when I play my music, some of the "young, hip crowd" will make comments about how their dads always played this music. 

So all this is to say that I don't think I've really understood what is meant by the term "vibing" until today. 

I went to an open air event today, and everyone was just walking down the street, jamming out, calling back and forth. And it felt good. 

It seemed like everyone was chill with everyone else. Everyone was keeping an eye out for everyone else, just to make sure everyone stayed safe while we did our thing. My head was on a swivel as I watched what everyone was doing... and yes, making sure that nobody would get hurt. Once a healthcare worker, I guess...

And that's all. I felt like I was where I was supposed to be. I felt like I was spending time with my people. I felt like I was vibing. Just like the kids say these days.

Blogging with the Small, Still Voice

 Do you know, dear reader, how long it has been that I have wanted to make a new blog post? Longer than I care to admit...

I find it fascinating that I started this blog seven years ago. And six years ago I nearly averaged one post a week. I had become very good at what I was doing; my content was on point. And I had something to prove, it was like my foray into self determined homiletics.

There have been so many things that I wanted to process through by blogging more recently... trying to make sense of things the way I used to.

But I think maybe that has been my problem. I want to blog the way that I used to. Long form essays with links and pics and dry sarcasm. 

And then this morning, it was like I got hit upside the head. 

What is the name of this blog? Speaking of Bones. Why do I speak of bones? Because God will always bring the beloved back from oblivion. I really hope that I have not yet made my way into oblivion, but I've also said that God speaks in a small, still voice like Elijah heard it. 

And I think that's the realization that I want to share: I want to blog, but I do not need to blog the same way I used to. I do not need to jump right back in with long essays and links and pics. I can share my daily reflections and realizations. 

And maybe that's something that I can resolve to do.