Time Passes By
There approaches a window of time when gliding on cloud ships, counting cloud bunnies, and surfing the cloud waves releases its tender hold on us and we fly on to another opportunity, another stage in our lives.
There approaches a window of time when gliding on cloud ships, counting cloud bunnies, and surfing the cloud waves releases its tender hold on us and we fly on to another opportunity, another stage in our lives.
I’m going to try and address a thorny topic today, one that has permeated the public media.
The gentle breeze tickles my legs, ruffling my gauzy skirt while at the same time, ever so slightly, but rhythmically rocks me in my back porch swing. My two cats languidly stretch out on the adjacent daybed squinting at me in purring approval at my choice about joining them for a morning cup of tea.
We recently took a road trip to see family. We crossed several states to see our grandchildren after a long stretch of absence this past year. I was giddy with anticipation as each mile marker whizzed by. We also had the-privilege of stopping at a halfway mark going and coming and visited my husband’s cousins, aunt, and uncle.
I woke up with a smile on my face today. I must have been dreaming in Arabic, because I was singing in Arabic in my unmusical head the old hymn, “How Great Thou Art.” As I’m sitting here still basking in the gentle reminder of who I am, I consider the circumstances under which the hymn’s author wrote these lyrics, especially while we are experiencing sudden summer storms ourselves.
Someone once told me that having a child was like having your own heart walk around outside your body. When my children hurt, my heart absorbs that pain and I cry out in prayerful anguish.