The Profligate
Luke 15:11
Rebellion, Recklessness, Realization, Repentance, Restoration
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The Prodigal Child's Home

There's a lot to be said for the creation of your own Eden.

Before your creation though, you must determine what your Eden would be, or one of them anyway. The concept of one Eden is for those with limited scope of imagination. As arrogant as that sounds, think about it. There are Edens everywhere, and some of them are composed no more of normal places under extraordinary conditions.

There's a kind of happiness I take, for instance, from walking the streets of my town. That multiplies though when I impose certain conditions. Walking alone over the streets of my town, dressed so as to be as black as the shadows houselamps make me throw, making no noise but bootfalls on the pavement, and wondering at how quiet, still, and dark everything can me is an Eden.

It's a new and peaceful experience to walk alone in the pitch of midnight down the middle of a major boulevard meant for many cars and to know that no cars are within sight or earshot. To be where you're not meant to be and to know that you have to take no precaution, fear no revealment, and face no danger is a wonderful thing.

No compare exists for the feeling of walking a road you've walked hundreds of times before only doing so in a condition such that the lights people leave on to make potential thieves think that just maybe there's somebody still awake throw your shadow long onto the landscape. No compare exists for the feeling of watching your shadow approach you as you approach one of the rare street lamps, and for watching it stretch in front of you as you depart.

Under the right conditions, you can walk alone at "the witching hour" among the nightmares, the slithery shadows that might be something with teeth. Under the right conditions you can admit that there aren't any nightmares out. Just you. If by chance you do come across somebody else, maybe just a young man on the phone sitting on his porch, you can smile. Because you know that he's at his home and that he's more afraid of you, the near-silent shape, than you are of him. And all of a sudden there aren't any nightmares out. Except you.

Eden is attainable. You just have to know where and how to look. And you have to be willing to help create it.