After much prayer and thought I have chosen not to bring electronics (as some of you read in my previous blog). No point and shoot, video camera, movies, music, kindle, or anything but my phone… that will rarely be connected to internet. I’m bringing a few paper books and I will set aside time where I will contact friends, family, and my Church families through email. But, it will be with in reason. As I look at my bags I wonder if I will regret not having a camera to take pictures of the world. My memory will be the only thing to store the beautiful wonders I see, the heartbreak I witness will find it’s life through words in my journal (and blog), and the people I meet and the love I have for them burned into my heart for eternity. Perhaps I will take the occasional picture with my phone for my blog. But, I want something new. A new artistic experience. A gallery of God’s handiwork and my own naked eye. Intimacy with the world God created and my body. An experience perhaps poetic in nature. I want to sit and and challenge my memory to take in every detail of how God created this world so that I never doubt his power and glory. Perhaps you are sitting here and wondering why an artist wouldn’t want to photograph the entirety of the trip. I really don’t know, I have been looking for something more… deeper… than art itself. I love my passion, art is a fantastic thing, but I want something more. I want to feel the very breath of God…
