"There are no limits. There are only plateaus,
and you must not stay there, you must go beyond them."
Sometimes the shower is the only place I can hear myself think.
As the hot water ran down my back,
with eyes closed and a few deeeep exhales,
I could feel the longing.
My weariness was palpable.
The longing to downshift.
To feel the warmth of a new season wrap around my soul.
The longing for all of the "colds" and viruses to be done with already...
To stop turning on the heater at night or first thing in the morning.
I'm ready for the windows and back door to be open all day long,
with no more than the ceiling fan on to gently circulate the air.
Longing for new life, new growth, new blossoms, new beginnings...
I rarely do phone calls. Purely circumstantial.
But today I had the chance to talk to a friend.
My thoughts have been so foggy lately, I've been stumbling through my days.
Her words stabbed me into breathless clarity.
Lord, how I needed that.
The fog is lifting....
It's not all rainbows and butterflies,
But you already knew that.
Sometimes it's thistle and weeds.
Just keepin' it real.
Occasionally we need to take a step back.
Get our footing again. REST.
Re-examine our surroundings. Take inventory. Assess.
And then.....proceed thoughtfully. Prayerfully.
"Finish each day and be done with it.
You have done what you could.
Some blunders and absurdities no doubt crept in;
forget them as soon as you can.
Tomorrow is a new day; begin it well and serenely
and with too high a spirit to be encumbered with your old nonsense."
~Ralph Waldo Emerson