so i challenged myself to write a couple lines each day this past week. here's the results.
comfort.
it's seeing a stream of red vehicle lights
shining a lengthy line
down the highway,
youth all headed home
at 10:55 on a sunday night.
°°°
the cat perfectly perched on my writing desk.
the glow of snow on a tuesday night.
a praise song sweeping through my head every hour.
Jesus. it's all because of You.
that this world is popping with vibrancy
in mini ways.
and they seem to fill the heart
in momentous ways.
Jesus. it's all because of You.
and i just never ever want to grow numb
to all Your gifts
tucked amoung daily life.
°°°
friends stopping in
at eleven thursday night
after hockey,
to munch off fridge finds.
and that dumps some courage into the tank
when
some days were frustrating days at work.
perhaps cuz the moon was full
and that can cause lil human bodies
full of unkind manners and musings
and it slyly affects everyone
and it's just a whole lot of draining things occurring…
°°°
I choose to stay present.
I choose to listen.
even if it's about the milk on the counter
or the toes in the cold
or the article on the news.
someone is talking.
someone needs to be heard.
°°°
out the kitchen window
white moon at its fullest
home in the pale blue sky
and frost sticks
to the tree sticks
and i wash out my water bottle
for another day of nurturing tiny humans.
°°°
so i'm realising.
it's absolutely, actually possible
to have a spacious room for grief
and simultaneously
the soul knows this much light.
only since when experiencing it
am I open enough to believe it
it's like one hand holds sadness
and the other joyfulness.
and in between there's a whole lot of gratitude.
and it's somehow a perplexing balance
that i'm somehow learning to bridge.
°°°
i don't understand
how we assume things are so normal
and un-mentionable-worthy
until we see it in
size small
and suddenly its the most cutest thing you ever did see all day.
--thoughts after seeing tiny boot prints in the snow
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