Now I'm sitting on the counter in the big kitchen, eating mini oranges and baby carrots, looking out the window at the Wellness Secret's flashing "Open" sign. Last Sabbath, I went exploring in the 30 + acres of land behind the church in Decatur, Arkansas. It was a glorious, huge afternoon. The mildly crazy breeze blew pieces of cloud across a deep blue sky, occasionally dimming the majestic sunlight that lit up the grassy field and just barely budding trees. I tramped happily across the field past the pond, and the empty blue Bud Lite bottle, and found a little gulley and found a place to sit on a tree was growing parallel to the ground. I waited there for a while, listening to the wind blowing over head, and almost mistook the place for heaven, it was so peaceful and alive. Then, the faint sounds of a giddy electronic device playing "Pop Goes the Weasel" drifted into my ears, and I realized that I wasn't in heaven yet. The invisible ice cream truck se...