mike lives in spokane washington and is a pastor at a spirit community called branches

sweaty apartment walls

sweaty apartment walls

My wife and I live in an old rubber factory in downtown Spokane that was converted into little studio loft spaces in the early 2000’s. Old brick walls don the exterior parameter and an old wooden beam run through the middle of the apartment. It’s rustic and also charming and also slick and gives character to the often bland reality of apartment living.

It’s spring, so naturally we’ve had a good amount of rain. And every time there’s rain, the walls to the staircase in the building get water stains. It’s almost like the building is sweating. Bits of the outside come to the inside. Which I guess isn’t at all like sweating… if that’s how you sweat, that’s a cause for concern. This reverse sweat doesn’t appear to be any structural flaw, at least not to my knowledge. It’s seems more to do with condensation or some scientific reality I’m oblivious to being able to explain.

When this happens, the staircase gets this potent aroma. It’s not bad necessarily, but does smell a bit artificial. Word around the building is that this smell is the aromatic remnants of the rubber that caked into the walls many years ago. Whether true or not, it provides a good narrative.

There are little wells within each of our bodies. Storage compartments and places not accessed often, but still there and springing forth the manifestation of memories and our past at various times. The you of then influences the you of now, even if subtly and slightly and in obscure moments. The old is still caked into the current. No matter how much revamping or reworking we have done. Even if apartments take over the factory, there’s still rubber in the walls. This doesn’t mean the connotations the past evoke need to be interpreted same, it just means something is there still.

What’s there for you when the rain comes? What are the old things awoken given the right conditions? What do they teach you about where you come from?

It’s in every word that the collective of story is formed. We don’t need to revert back. But how much better and true is a wholistic picture?

sunshine

sunshine

self love and 1 corinthians 13

self love and 1 corinthians 13