I just want you to write, that still small voice
whispers. Write what? Shouldn’t I tidy up the blogsite? Polish it for good words? Fingers on
keyboard, words begin to flow, mind distracts… setting thoughts aside gently
for later so that the softer, quieter words can rise. Finally still enough to hear the words, they
come one by one. Singular at first, then
quicker, primed and ready to flow. Words unhindered race to the top, giddy to
reach paper, excited to spill. No idea
what will appear, but sitting ready, open, obedient:
The house sits still… only
the gentle tapping of dog paws and key strokes.
Nothing left to do, all morning distractions are completed, here I sit
enjoying the first warm breeze of winter. An unusually warm day has landed and
my heart is grateful. The dogs wander safely in and out the open deck door, no
fear of bees to enter. Antsy, hard to
sit still, I should be more productive, there are other drawers to sort, surely
there’s something to dust. Numbing,
deadening, all to distract from hearing that still small voice. So I sit,
obedient, slowly tapping the keys, curious what will rise. Should I write of
yesterday’s blessings? That’s old stuff…tell me something new. What goodness
delighted me in this day?
A surprise
clear sky on a winter day, taking the foster dog for a long walk, seeing her
heart fill with trust again, a creamy avocado sandwich with spicy salt
sprinkle, tiny flowers bursting their popcorn-like shell to share a new bud,
fresh air in the bedroom, floors clean for a split-second, a stark blue jay
against grey trunks, a skinny legged heron taking flight, sharing toys with a
two-year-old, a confident knowing that every little thing will be alright.
It’s another good day.
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