From the Window Seat

The Lord is my shepherd
I lack for nothing
He brings me to lie down in green pastures
He leads me by quiet Waters
He restores and He refreshes my soul
He leads me on the path of righteousness
For his name's sake
Even though I walk through the deepest depths of the dark
I shall fear no evil
He is with me, His rod and staff, they comfort me
He lays a table out for me
In the presence of my enemies
My cup overflows
Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me with every breath I take..
And I shall dwell in the house of the Lord, my reward
For ever and ever.

I came submerged in some version or other of the mental equivalent of a Bear Grylls show
Just wanting to, for once, in these last few years feel like I could escape the Noise, shut out the random thoughts and voices shaming Usain Bolt like crazy in my head.

I haven't found any new answers, and even as I hurtle faster and faster towards Kampala I still feel the apprehension. Like I'm not really leaving the countryside for the city; but the safety of Avalon for the wilds of Mordor.
My situation is still there at the city gates, waiting for the inevitable reunion, reality checks and cultural shock sufficient to make Ichabod Crane take notice.
My outlook though...
Well that's taking a panel beating from the Manufacturer.