Separation...

Well, it's been almost six (6) hours. Not 72, not 36 or even 24, just 6. I am feeling a tightness in my chest and I don't know how to say this, but I am done. The feeling of separation washed over me the moment I laid down on my cot. I was expecting it maybe on Saturday night, not within the first watch.

I don't have the make up for this type of project. I will write more about this feeling as I can unpack it. I simply can not fathom the feelings it would cause for those who are in this type of situation with no escape. I would go crazy.

I am, regrettably, signing off. Heading home.

72 Hour Abduction Update

We have had a lot of rain and the temperature has dropped. Hello fall weather. The basement room I was going to be using has flooded. Fortunately, there are several unused basement areas in the building. The area I am staying in is equally dreary, but it's dry. It's interesting what we are thankful for. 25 hours until it begins. I decided to spend this time of reflection and isolation making art and writing. Please pray for the oppressed to be set free.