Tonight's eastern sky, just before sunset.
I have no idea why so many weeks have elapsed between my last post and now. Or why, tonight, at 10 minutes after 10pm, I am suddenly here, writing. But here I am. I'm tired and ready for bed, and yet parts of my heart feel as sweetly fresh as this soon-to-be-blossoming lily, dressed in morning dew.
I feel as though I have been "in transition" forever and a day. Sometimes I honestly wonder if I will ever make it beyond transition. Will I ever grow to the point where old hurts are mainly healed? Will I ever manage to do much more than survive emotional crap?
Then I remember my new gratitude journal which gets written in multiple times a day. I remember the sharp sweetness of praying for friends in need these past weeks. I remember holy times of stillness recently when I have listened long enough, and deep enough, to feel God's presence so strongly I can almost touch it.
This, then, is enough. More than enough.
P.S. I've said it before, but will repeat it: it means a great deal to me when people leave comments. You don't need to say much. Just a "Hi there" means a lot. :)
3 comments:
Transition is life, Out with the old and embrace the new. No transition = no life. You don't want to be living in stagnation.
Loved the post and especially the lilacs! I could almost smell them, and their distinctively shaped leaves brought a flood of memories.
"Holy times of stillness"--oh my yes. You just gave me that, captured in your lovely photographs.
I think you're right on with the gratitude journal practice. Maybe life is less about what we are transitioning to or from and more about what we experience along the way. Gratitude journaling, for me, helps me focus on savoring those in-between moments.
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