Spark, ignite, go.

Throughout my sleep last night into today, I kept awaking with the feeling of my spine being used as a twist tie to hold together a huge bag of slumber distraction. Many friends and family of mine will tell you that I constantly joke that I am twenty one years old going on eighty five for the mere fact that I feel my bones are very brittle. Ironically enough though (even in my HORRIFIC times of clumsiness), I have never once broken a bone. Anymore, I seldom get any illness that will debilitate me to the point of a simple good nights rest. I am a man of a rather fantastic bill of health for the time being, so my silly finger pointing at a malfunctioning bodily machine honestly becomes a moot point.

What causes my sleepless nights, nightmarish frights, body aches and frustrating midnight shakes? Depending on your belief system, it is very subjective. If you are a person of the scientific mind, you may place the culprit title on something like my diet or stress. If you are spiritual minded person, you may think it is a sign from the Heavenly Body that I need to pay attention to something urgent. For the past two years of my life I have encountered more Spiritual movements than my little train engine can handle sometimes. This world is like a giant beautiful representation of clockwork and finely, seemingly out of tune, machinery. Compare our planet to the Milky Way, it is a tiny marble in a dusty marble bag. Compare our galaxy to the entire universe and it honestly seems like a single skin pigment in an entire grown body. Now, compare this ever growing universe to the spark that CREATED all this. Now, subject yourself to placing our little bodies in spiritual connection with the Godly spark. It is unfathomable at times, but drives an ever ongoing curiosity in our society.

I am not writing this blog to put my Jesus Christ up for any debate, but I want to paint a picture on just how big this spiritual warfare is becoming. It is literally throwing my body into fits of urgency and aching to get something done while I still walk the tight rope of life with a decent amount of balance and a REMOTELY sound mind. Our perceptions of life here in America are so very different from other cultures for the main reason that we are a society that is easily distracted by the tinsel dangled at us. While we are too busy with our mocha lattes, meetings, cheeseburgers, and thousands of television channels, there is a Spirit moving amongst the dirt and through the mud caked hands of the third world countries. When you take ministry to the grimiest of streets, that's where you will find access to some of the heaviest Spiritual contact one may find in this life.

Last night in Sandusky, I witnessed a child dancing to music with a balloon in her hand and a couple not even twenty feet away with their hands in each others pants hooting the lyrics to "The Joker". I witnessed two women dressing to their tiniest skivvies in some attempt to aesthetically tickle male hormones, dancing feverishly to techno music. I felt sick to my stomach, ashamed of my wandering eyes and absolutely fascinated with how our culture breathes on a nightly basis. We are living in these times because we are living and ACCEPTING fallen culture.

My body, my heart and my mind are aching in frustration to place my sleepless feet on the streets of the lands of ancient dirts and sands. Until that day arises, though, one must begin in their backyard. Perhaps once I start walking, I will find rest.

I will not know until I actually start doing something.

Spark, ignite, go.

Blogging: a new philoso-folly

I've always had a love hate relationship with creating one of these floating babble vessels on the interwebs. On one hand, I enjoy pounding my gangly skeleton fingers against my laptop in a feeble attempt to convey what my brain people are always singing about. On the other, though, I become this hair pulling beast who constantly vomits revisions of the same picture. I would like to honestly believe that this is one of the few strong consistencies in my life.

The URL to this blogosphere is "Everying Is Locomotion" for a very simple reason. As thinkers, writers, lovers and humanoid creatures alike, we are constantly growing and changing. In the most genuine times of stillness, we are still moving. Our brains all pulsate with millions of little words and paintings, but only a small speck of the time do our tounges shake hands with our minds. It's a sad fact that I've come to realize, but I am now happy to say that I am quite content with it. This contentment comes from realizing that there is a beauty to be found in anything shaking and warm with life, and we must always seek such. Cut us all open, and we are essentially the same; pink, red, bleeding and screaming in agony because we just got ripped open and our guts are falling out.


That being said, my guts will be collected into the bowl of the eternal internet; to be stared at with confused looks and passed on. I hope you'll find something here eventually, but in the mean time..go outside or something.

Eternally starving and about to eat chicken and waffles,

Ian