Something new...

There is something that happens to one's thoughts when they're committed to writing. The act of creating concrete, comprehensible order on the page is a physical representation of the state of the mind. Surrounded day in and out by numbers and graphs and data, I miss the artistic beauty that comes in crafting and forming fanciful wisps of thought into the written word. Organic musings that blossom and mature.

My heart is full, and my mind is aflame.
I need a place to wax eloquently (or not).
But at least a place to think and share.

My grandad has a blog. I suppose I should get with the times.

I'm not sure how this venture will evolve, but I anticipate it will contain a smattering of my various passions: God, reaching out, mountains, science, etc. Expect some hashing of thoughts from my reading as well: God's word, apologetics, theology, nature, and the like.

I love new adventures...