my fingers ache to write, just write!
the congestion in my head closes in with every breath,
the boiler room doors slam shut, one after another, as the flood waters rise,
all clarity and connections closed inside and sinking.
the energy it takes to find every next word
could fuel a dozen guide lamps through the fuzzy future fog.
i struggle to focus on the just next thing.
when the midnight darkness rings with dread . . . we find enough strength for the next one thing.
when the now is weighing heavy with the worry of tomorrow . . . we cling to hope in the coming next thing.
when the dream-heart cries for breaking out of its hard and smothering mold . . . we go all in, with vigor, for that next risky thing.
today’s next is pants and a trip to the drugstore,
tomorrow: the world!
beware the next thing.
In every next thing will be the two of you and the Lord. Who you are does not change, only the surroundings. It is the decision that is hard, not the living it out. Our hearts follow you wherever you go my Love. (and there will still be coffee houses and ice cream shoppes along every path)
i had so many chats last week about “the next thing”
seems everyone is there.
thinking your next thing today is a vegas buffet :)
love you.
I’m praying for you in the now and for the future decisions ahead…so glad we were able to be together over the weekend. Love you, Missy!
thanks jen! so good to see you!
It’s gonna be good. I hope for the next thing, and try, too, to be grateful for now. Everything seems a metaphor for the already but not yet.
yes, yes, yes. already but not yet. i think part of that gratefulness for now is knowing it’s temporary, that the next thing’s a’comin.
Wow, yes.
Steph
loved break-fasting with you, steph.
hope to see you again soon, until then – i’ll be keeping up with you via #justwrite!