No Fixed Abode

As i pulled the duvet over myself last night I was sure that my body hated me. My body seemed to have got to breaking point on how much it would let me put it through: the crap diet, lack of sleep and frisbee. As the clear night sky got deeper and the air heavy with cold we went out to play frisbee under floodlights. As we started the ground was fine to run and turn on, however, by the time we got into a game the grass and mud had been penetrated by the cold and became hard. Inevitably I crunched and grazed myself several times. I ofund myself feeling sick, sore and generally most of my body was in pain. To rub salt in it, as I laid in bed failing to sleep I remembered the adage that pain makes you feel alive, that earlier that day i had been asking God to take away numbness so that i could feel alive. I remember going outside as i couldn’t sleep and loving the crispness of the night air, the clarity of the stars and the smell of a near by woodfire. God was there and it has been a while since I had last been aware of that.