I guess the subway knows more about me than my family...

I spent more time on the subway than I spent with my family, through high school. I dreamed about the subway last night and that did much to dissipate the homesickness that I sometimes feel. I do not miss the rat race of running to catch the train, but I do miss the solace of the subway sounds and smells :-{ and being alone with just your thoughts in the midst of a million people. We could be in traffic down here and see fewer people than would be crammed into one car on the F train going home from school. To be that intimate with a city of people who you will never know, is the New York state of mind. It is lonely down here not to be able to spend an hour leaning against someone on the train and know that you will never see him or her again. Here you will see that stranger again tomorrow and the next day and the day after that. It is a beautiful difference of perspective on life. Love and the milk of human kindness is different, depending on where you are from. I do miss NY but I am really learning to love North Carolina and what it means in my soul is learning to really care and do something about that care. Not just shrug my shoulders at the immensity of the problem. Confession to God is what I do and what I neglect to do. The problem is bigger, but I can make it worse or better. God help me to start in me and in my house where we will SERVE THE LORD Which is what we intend to do.