stranger in a strange land

i know that is a title of a sci fi book, but today i really, really realized how i don't fit here. an implant from boulder to the middle of nebraska is just weird. so many contrasts.. oxymoric...

the tallest part of the lower 48 to the probably the flattest, from a very health aware place where people may drink wine, but are really into organic and good fresh food and exercise and people are quite fit to the place where they really ought to be the most fit and healthest and there is no whole foods, (except for your own garden), or farmer's market and cows are fed hormones and antibotics, etc. the ground force fed fertilizers, the water sucked out of the aquafier. from more saved by grace to yeah that is true but i had better work hard at being perfect. from a collage of language and cultures to a place that endorses english as the state language and putting fences up along the border and no citizenship for people here already.
you can not find really good bread in the nearby towns, but on campus there are people who make truly great bread, and there are people who exercise, and there are thinkers, and believers in grace. there is a small fresh spring.

i am here for some reason

ps ... boulder is not perfect ... i know....

a whispered word

because of a word said in passing, a word taken as a hint, a word passed on with cues, all is changed. i thought the changes were long overdue, but why do i feel so guilty, sad. i am probably only one small pebble in the stream that changes the course of events. sometimes the course of events need to be split.

you can think an idea to death, i have to believe it was meant to be and i was just a way of passing the word along.