This song has meant a lot to me since I first heard the Shawn Mullins cover in the late nineties. I grew up a preacher's kid and was generally a bustling, angry environment in the mornings on Sundays growing up.
I went to preaching school, so while the morning may have calmed a bit, there were still things to be done on Sunday mornings. I have generally worked off-shifts since getting out of school, so, Sunday mornings have been a workday for the last decade or so. Over the last couple of months I have transitioned into a weekday evening role where I can get out to see more music on the weekends but I don't live in a small town any more so the vibe is very different around the city.
Dimmitt is a sleepy rural town. I was invited to come out to services with my sister's family, but chose to get caught up on sleep instead. I woke up this afternoon and took a look around the hotel area. Nothing was open, no one was on the streets. It could be a very lonely feeling to wake up in a strange town with no one around that you know and no landmarks. It wasn't. I think I have realized that I am most at home on the road. Now, I just need to build a system that allows me to be active in the things that I love, family, service, exploration, without being a burden. Somehow to build better things while maintaining a nomadic lifestyle.
The first step is getting into physical condition to survive extended trips while not over extending myself. Second, buy a van/car that has room for sleeping on the road. Third, I need a piece of land to grow food and settle on when I age. It will allow me to comfortably travel, knowing that if funds get low, I can point myself some direction and restock.
After all this, I went over and hung out with my Sister's family for a bit, went to services with them in the evening. Went back to the hotel and passed out for a bit, knowing that I would need to get up early in the morning. We were heading to Amarillo.
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