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Welcome to the Goldrush

Suddenly I’m weightless.
Gravity is mine.
I see it with my eyes closed,
what my heart knows: we must leave this world behind.

‘Cause when I wake from dreaming,
it’s then I’m most alive.
Eye lids barely open, no words spoken,
ah, but you were by my side.

You can always tell me
anything at all.
Think of all the times
you’ve let my lips move, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Oh, what you’re missing.
Don’t you wanna see what you’re missing?

– Over the Rhine, “The Seahorse”, Good Dog, Bad Dog [emphasis mine]

Many of you have emailed me about the password-protected entries:

They are password-protected no longer.

They all deal with the depression in which I found myself early this month. I was able to admit it and, with the prayers and concerns of a few, deal with the symptoms while I dealt with the main cause–a falling-away of faithfulness to the ideals of the Church, specifically corporate worship.

Since I am not really “there” any more, I don’t see any need for the secrecy. I probably wouldn’t have had any at all had my grandmother not been pretty ill; unfortunately, I’ve learned the “keep it from the folks until it’s passed” behavior from my parents.

Mom and Dad, I apologize for not sharing this at the time, but you had enough to deal with. If these words anger you, understand that I’ve heard them from you. That’s not intended to be accusatory, but rather declarative.

For those who asked and got a “not now”, I also apologize. I needed time to sort this out, and I needed to keep it somewhat close to the vest. I’m typically open, and this time, I was not. I have hated that the entire time.

For those who listened, I thank you, and I know that you will continue to listen.

Welcome to the goldrush.