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? 










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  1. Karen AdrianJuly 12, 2016 at 4:01 PM

    While the edge is not always promising, it certainly is enticing: feeling the lulling breeze rise up from depths unknown; hearing the gush of waves as they crash around your feet; watching the expanse roll before you in beauty and deliverance. It seems that the busyness in my life - more the routine of busyness - has drained me. I, too, will be in search of a faith that has eluded me for too long, hoping for open air and bright roads. Beautifully written!

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  2. UnknownJuly 13, 2016 at 4:07 PM

    Thank you Karen---so nice to hear from you! Yes routines are made to be broken, it seems. : )

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