Will you answer its call to sit in silence? To reflect on where you’ve been and to face your truth? Our hidden insecurities or the weight we carry beneath our surface that we think no one sees?
The air is thick as I sit here sipping my coffee this morning. I can’t help but think of things lost and things found. How is it that I got to this point? What has propelled me forward? What has held me back? Why do I feel stuck?
I sit with these feelings this morning as the questions and scenarios percolate. It’s like when the last bit of coffee brews, and you hear the gurgle and spit of the coffee maker as it churns out the last drop of water. You patiently wait for it to finish so you can fill your cup. The smell and taste are inviting, like harmony in your mouth.
But does it fill you, or is it a fleeting moment of gratification? Does it matter in that few seconds of savoring every sip? Of course it does, you think as you put your head back and close your eyes. The sanctity of the early morning before sunrise beckons on you.
Will you answer its call to sit in silence? To reflect on where you’ve been and to face your truth? Our hidden insecurities or the weight we carry beneath our surface that we think no one sees? Will you answer the questions, or do they require more work? It is not a simple yes or no. It’s more like an essay – a compilation of things. Moments that aren’t lost. Milestones that held you up when you stumbled.
The whisper of another season is felt in the evening air and seen in the midday sky. As I take steps toward somewhere, the crinkle beneath my feet reminds me that we have seasons, too. Do we insulate when needed and shed layers when it’s time? I feel wrapped in layers these past few months – a coat worthy of shedding when right.
Have I imposed this self-hibernation to sort through the pathways and potholes? It is a way to make sense of the nonsense and find the meaning in the message. Or, so it seems, anyway.
I wonder if anyone else has been here at this place – this crossroad: different directions and different people, but some commonalities that connect us.
What is it that I miss? Family, friends, and that sense of being that I used to know. But I realize it’s still there. It never went away. I never went away. I’m simply changing, yet there is no simple about it. It’s as delicate as a flower petal and as resilient as the stones beneath the rivers dance.
