Editor's note: Sorry it's taken me nine days to get more published. I kept leaving the floppy disk at work. If you think this is bad, consider my pictures. I still haven't developed them yet. Yeesh!
Saturday, April 9 - 5:39AM MDT
Back at Ogalala Lounge
Still dark outside
I guess I’m not going to adjust to the time change. I’ve been up around 5 am both mornings so far. Asleep by 10pm. But that’s pretty close to my schedule back in New York.
Yesterday was a powerful day. After the first morning session (oh, did I mention the bacon egg and cheese biscuit sandwiches for breakfast? Outstanding!) I pretty much knew what I wrote yesterday morning - that I need to do the Father’s Day piece. Guys are counting on me (More on that later). So John teaches the first part of the morning from Epic, about our lives needing to fall into the bigger story. I bought the little book. And the bulk of what was in there was in Waking the Dead. So I definitely want to re-read that. I’ve always felt that. Asking over and over “What am I supposed to do?”. I’ve always felt my life was more than just floating through doing a few neat things. There is an adventure for me to be called up into. There’s a bigger picture.
Then, the afternoon break. Larry went repelling! I want pictures for my scrapbook. I sat in the spot I’m in right now the whole time. I wrote more of the Father’s Day piece. I was thinking I was going to re-write most of it. When I read back what I’d already written, I liked it. With a few minor changes. So I did. Pretty much got the first draft written. Then the 4 o’clock session about the father wound. Ouch! Here we go again. So many men crying in the room at the clips of “The Kid” and “Good Will Hunting”. Me included. You know, if they had flashed “Field of Dreams” up there, I probably would’ve passed out. They didn’t, though. But I realized that the drama I’m writing is touching that stuff, and I didn’t fully recognize it. Now I do. During the quiet session, I went back and added a little more emotion to it. I think it’s fine how it is. It is five pages long. I hope Pastor Jim will let me go for 10-15 minutes. Probably not. We’re in for a battle. I want Danny to read it, too. He’ll be the first proofreader. I highly value his opinion.
The last session was on the new name. I was so tired I had no energy left to explore it. So I just went to bed. So, here I am. 6am. I’m going to go down to the over look by the pool and just listen as the sun rises. God, who do You think I am? What words would you use?
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