Saturday, July 2, 2016

We all love to stand at the edge of things

 

             and look out over an open space that seems to promise every possibility.

            This is the feeling I recall from my twenties, from my thirties---and it's been an

             ongoing shock to live in the complicated rat's nest that is middle life--every hour spoken for,

             details and demands growing faster than the blackberry vines crowding out my roses, so that 

             change appears impossible--or, at least, impossibly difficult. This summer I want to return

             to a faith that all doors open to bright air, that every road leads to a place I can love. 

             How about you all?