Have you ever been to a place in yourself that seems like an endless path, where you vaguely remember where it started, unsure where it will end?
Looking up and seeing the vast horizon, wondering what will stir up from the dust bowl,
knowing that the river runs deep, even if your toes cannot find a spot to dip in,
reaching into the empty pocket, and not finding a map?
The current sands shift, the fullness of the moon is to blame, the stray dog looks at you like your something to eat, and nothing goes right even though you are on the right track?
Days like this happen, the seasons happen, the stillness happens…
and that is a worthy song to sing, even if the melody haunts you. There is a rare grace given when we look darkness square in the eye, it is a grace once obtain that isn’t lost easily!
photo: Last year in Fort Bragg California with my Dad and Chelsea.
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