The Wasteland

"APRIL is the cruellest month" (T.S. Eliot) Ah, yes, the Waste Land. I know it well. The lingering, mind-numbing desert of years (yes, years) gone by. The precious years of your youth. Wasted. Perhaps the Talking Heads best summed it up, "And you may find yourself in a beautiful house, with a beautiful wife. And you may ask yourself-Well...How did I get here? Letting the days go by..."

Time. Not given away, but taken away. Snatched!

"What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow
Out of this stony rubbish? Son of man,
You cannot say, or guess, for you know only
A heap of broken images, where the sun beats,
And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief,
And the dry stone no sound of water." (T.S. Eliot, 1922)

When you weren't looking. This is sleep without dreams, the lethargic mind, and a restless body. The ultimate waste. Of knowing better, but not feeling better. Your destination taunts you. Waiting...for something...or someone, to change your life of habitual longing, and your soul. It is your unchoice. A traffic jam of time, forlonging your destination to indeterminate loci.

"When Ordinary left to follow his Big Dream, it made his 'Bullies' feel uncomfortable in the Land of Familiar. Champion encourages Ordinary to move on. At this point, Ordinary felt like he was about to reach his dream. But to his dismay, he entered into the Wasteland. He was in the Wasteland for days. He started to run out of food and water. He called out to the Dream Giver but didn't get any answer. He was finally able to find small drops of water and some fruit. Ordinary couldn't find his way out of the Wasteland and started to doubt the Dream Giver. That's when he met Faith. Faith helped Ordinary see that the Dream Giver was with him all this time, even though he couldn't see Him. Faith also taught Ordinary how to trust the Dream Giver." (http://spectrumspirit.blogspot.com/2010/02/ordinary-his-big-dream.html)

And where is hope? "I lift up my eyes to the hills"—Ps. 121:1-2